Murdock's easy, over the years he's learned when to push where and exactly how much he can get away with - it's part of the pleasure of teasing him, knowing that no matter what he's got the dance down and can focus on the music.

The soft rustle of the bedspread under them, the way his skin still tastes faintly of alcoholic aftershave as he traces hard circles toward his adam's apple, the way his chest flushes warm and pink under the coarse hair when he's penetrated. The beauty of it all.

"You like that, don't you?" He grins, nipping a little rougher at the prominent lump under his lips as his pace pushes the slightest bit faster - not even close to enough to do more than tease.