Status Updates From Murphy (F.I.S.T.S. #2)

Life is too short to not chortle when reading the word ‘pecker’

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“What the hell was that for?” I ask, making my voice gruff. My pulse is still speeding merrily along.
Murphy just glances at me out of the corner of his eye and lifts one shoulder up in a shrug as he finishes buttoning his shirt, but I’m not fooled one bit. Jesus, I am in a shit-ton of trouble.
“Ok, quit looking so proud of yourself,” I growl. Murphy’s face splits into a smile.
(gruff growly guys being ridiculous)

A bit more BDSM than I was expecting.

Audio choice for today.

"You're something else, Murph," he says, and I open my eyes at the tiny catch in his voice. Words can never do justice to this, so I don't even try. Seriously. This is so good. They just belong together. They fit.

Just as good the second time 'round!

I turn over on my side and nuzzle into his neck sleepily— Sarge rewards me with a soft, stroking touch down my back. I could sleep for a week, I’m so exhausted.

“Mine…” He says it so quietly I barely hear him.

“Mm.” I’m glad we’re in complete agreement.

...Sarge lifts his hand to touch my lips. I open obediently so that he can slide two fingers into my mouth, and I suck on them gently, watching the pleasure come off him in subtle waves…

You're a tease, Mr. Deckard!
"Pointing at the Ven twins, I motion for them to take the rear and watch our six. The brothers nod and fall back— they were added to my squad because of how brutally effective they are in small- team missions. The only misgivings I have about them are how close they’re rumoured to be."

I don’t need to hear his pleased noise to know that he’s happy with me. I can see it in the air around us.

This mission is supposed to be big. Problem is, no one actually knows what it is. Everything is hush- hush, but there’s a lot of speculation. Some are saying that the enemy’s home world has been discovered, and that’s where we’re headed.

“Jesus, Murph. That’s a goddamn sight”— I watch a clear drop stretch from the tip of his cock to break free and land in the cammies that are puddled around his ankles...

“Well, well, well… What the fuck’s got you so damn worked up, son?” he says, and flicks the head of my cock hard; I wince but manage not to make a sound. “Have you been a bad boy and touched something that doesn’t belong to you?

My muscles are sore from being tied up for so long yesterday, but it’s not so bad. At least my nuts don’t hurt anymore… That’s something.