[ It is a damn wonder why Murphy's lips haven't been permanently stuck on that nerve digging smirk. ]

Yes, sir [ , Murphy mocks. The only lube, on hand, that Murphy has is the spit in his mouth. ] Gon' get my fingers nice and wet. [ His voice muffles, obstructed by the fingers in his mouth. Makes sure a nice string of dribble leaves his mouth as he pulls his fingers out. It's just too bad that Bellamy isn't able to see Murphy.

But he'll just keep it on audio for now. ]

[There are more sounds of movement, Murphy spreads out his legs a little more. He's laying on his back, knees bent in the air, and the bottoms of his feet press flat against his mattress. ]

Here goes finger numero uno. [ This is the first time his own fingers are going up in his asshole. The first time he's feeling the puckered muscle, the ridges of it before poking into it and stops at the first knuckle. Murphy's easing his finger in.

The one finger is easy, he's quick to get used to the feeling. Curls his finger, just like Jack had done before, beneath his prostate. ]

I'm going to need to stick more than two fingers into my asshole to properly imagine your thick ass dick in me.