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Murphy knew he fucked up the moment he stepped out of the bar to find Thawne waiting for him. not that he wasn't allowed to drink, just he wasn't allowed to go anywhere with someone, or without telling anyone. murphy waits for thawne to speak but the older of the two doesn't just gets in the van and waits. the drive back to star labs was quiet, not that murphy had anything to say.
In his opinion, he should be allowed to go where he wants when he wants. he's a grown ass man. however with the threat that was Judas Sol not too long ago he can see why thawne had the rules in place. to keep murphy safe. murphy rests his head on the window, already feeling a headache coming on. murphy looks over to thawne, his head turning away as thawne turns a corner.
idly one of his hands begins to play with one of the holes in his jeans, nerves rattling his brain as he thought about what might happen. "Eo-" he was cut off by a hand being held up. silence. once the van was parked he finds himself following thawne into the lab and down the hall to eobard's room. thawne moves inside the kitchen area, snapping his fingers when he realizes murphy hasn't stepped foot in the room. "Drink it." setting down a cup of water.
Murphy takes the cup gingerly in his hand and slowly drinks it, with eobard watching his every move. "now," he stakes the plastic red cup and sets it in the sink, "Go back to your room, sleep this off, and meet me here when you wake up." in other words, thawne wasn't gonna do shit to him until he was sober. he wanted murphy to remember every little detail of what was to come.
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Murphy sleeps for about an hour, groggy as he moves around his tiny room looking for something to do while he waits for the sun to come up. knowing what sleep he got is gonna be all he's getting. between the nightmares and the trauma, he was lucky to even get an hour most nights. truth is he slept better and longer when he was being held. held by thawne. being sent back to his room made him certain thawne knew he wouldn't sleep good.
His eyes drift to the window, the sun had been up for an hour, was thawne even awake? wouldn't hurt to go wait like he was supposed to. sighing murphy slips on a pair of jeans and looks at his scarred shirtless body in the mirror, a disgusted look as he turned away looking for a decent shirt he could put on.
walking down the hall and stopping at eobard's door. knocking silently, before standing stiff. waiting to be let in. it takes several minutes before the door swings open, thawne looking at him with annoyance, which morphs into concern when he sees murphy. he steps to the side allowing murphy entry, closing the door behind them after murphy has slipped passed. "sit" murphy does so reluctantly, sitting across from his lover.
"What you did last night, can never happen again." thawne starts, already seeing the nerves in murphy's eyes as he looks down at the floor. "Judas may be dead, yes. however i have rules in place for a goddamn reason. and if you're going to break them, I'm going to punish you accordingly. do you understand, Murphy?"
"Yes.."
"Yes what?"
"Yes sir." murphy grumbled.
Thawne's words hung heavy in the air, suffocating the space between them with a charged tension. Murphy felt a knot tighten in his stomach, a mix of fear and anticipation swirling within him. He knew Thawne's punishments were never light, always calculated to leave a lasting impact. The way Thawne's eyes bore into him, cold and calculating, sent shivers down Murphy's spine.
"Don't worry, Murphy," Thawne's voice was a low, dangerous murmur, "I'll be sure to take my sweet time punishing you."
The promise in those words made Murphy's heart race, his pulse thrumming in his ears. He couldn't help but feel a surge of conflicting emotions - a part of him dreaded what was to come, while another part of him, a darker, more primal side, was strangely excited by the prospect. Thawne had a way of igniting a fire within him, even in moments of punishment.
Thawne stood up from his seat, his movements deliberate and controlled. Every step he took towards Murphy seemed to echo in the room, amplifying the weight of the impending punishment. Murphy's eyes flickered up to meet Thawne's, finding no mercy in the depths of those piercing eyes.
"You know why this has to be done, Murphy," Thawne's tone softened slightly, a deceptive calmness settling over him, "You need to learn your place, to understand the consequences of your actions."
Murphy nodded, a sense of resignation washing over him. He knew he had crossed a line, testing the boundaries that Thawne had set for his own safety. But the allure of rebellion, of pushing against the confines of Thawne's control, was a temptation he couldn't resist. It was a dangerous game he played, one that now demanded a price.
Thawne's hand reached out, fingers lightly brushing against Murphy's cheek, a stark contrast to the impending punishment that loomed over them. It was a fleeting touch, a moment of tenderness that only served to amplify the severity of what was to come.
"Remember this, Murphy," Thawne's voice was a whisper, laced with a hint of warning, "Every punishment is a lesson. And you will learn it well."
With a final, lingering look, Thawne turned away, his silhouette a dark, foreboding presence in the room. Murphy was left alone with the weight of his actions, the impending punishment hanging over him like a storm on the horizon. The air crackled with tension, thick with the promise of what was to come. And in that moment, Murphy knew that his world was about to be reshaped once again by the hand of the man he both feared and craved.
Thawne emerged from the bedroom, his presence commanding the attention of the room as he walked back to where Murphy sat, a palpable aura of authority surrounding him. The click of his boots against the floor was a foreboding rhythm, setting the pace for what was to come. In his hand, he carried the tools of his chosen method of discipline - a pair of handcuffs glinting in the light, and a sturdy belt coiled in readiness.
"Pants off," Thawne's voice was firm, unwavering, the words cutting through the charged silence of the room like a sharp blade. There was no room for negotiation, no space for defiance. Murphy's heart hammered in his chest as he met Thawne's gaze, the intensity of the moment weighing heavily upon him.
With trembling hands, Murphy obeyed, fingers fumbling with the button of his jeans before sliding them down his legs. The air seemed to crackle with electricity, every movement magnified in the charged atmosphere that enveloped them. As the fabric pooled at his feet, Murphy felt a sense of vulnerability wash over him, exposed before Thawne in more ways than one.
Thawne's eyes lingered on Murphy, a mixture of desire and determination dancing in their depths. There was a predatory gleam in his gaze, a silent promise of consequences yet to be delivered. With a calculated grace, Thawne stepped closer, the handcuffs dangling from his fingers like a silent threat, the belt looped through his belt loops in a menacing display.
"Stand up," Thawne's command was absolute, his tone brooking no disobedience. Murphy rose to his feet, feeling the weight of Thawne's gaze bearing down on him like a physical force. Every nerve in his body was on edge, anticipation and fear warring within him as he awaited the next move in this intricate dance of dominance and submission.
Thawne's movements were deliberate as he circled around Murphy, his gaze raking over every inch of exposed skin with a hunger that sent a shiver down Murphy's spine. The room seemed to shrink around them, the outside world fading into insignificance as they existed in a realm governed by their own rules, their own desires.
The click of the handcuffs echoed in the room as Thawne moved with a swiftness that belied his speedster abilities, securing them around Murphy's wrists with a finality that sent a jolt of arousal through him. The cold metal bit into his skin, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play, of the boundaries that had been crossed and the consequences that followed.
With a predatory gleam in his eyes, Thawne raised the belt in his hand, the leather coiled and ready to deliver its punishment. The air was heavy with tension, the anticipation thick and suffocating. In this moment, there was only Thawne and Murphy, locked in a dance of control and surrender, each move a step closer to the inevitable reckoning that awaited them both.
Murphy was bent over the arm of the small couch, his body taut with anticipation and fear, every nerve on high alert as he awaited the impending punishment that Thawne would deliver. The room seemed to pulse with a raw energy, a potent mix of desire and discipline that hung heavy in the air. Thawne stood behind Murphy, a dark and imposing figure, his presence suffocating and yet undeniably magnetic.
"Look at that, so many things I could be doing to you, and yet here I am, about to punish you," Thawne's voice was a low growl, filled with a wicked promise that sent a shiver down Murphy's spine. The first swing of the belt sliced through the air with a menacing whoosh, causing Murphy to jolt forwards, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as the leather met his skin.
A throaty whine threatened to spill from Murphy's lips, but he bit it back, a mix of pain and pleasure swirling within him, a heady concoction that left him dizzy with need. Thawne's taunts only served to stoke the flames of arousal that flickered within Murphy, a dangerous dance of pleasure and pain that threatened to consume him whole.
"Atta boy," Thawne's words were laced with approval, a cruel kindness that only added to the intensity of the moment. The belt came down again and again, each strike a symphony of sensation that painted a vivid tapestry of agony and ecstasy across Murphy's skin. His face was buried into the soft cushions of the couch, the fabric a poor shield against the onslaught of Thawne's discipline. His arms were restrained behind him with the unyielding grip of the handcuffs, rendering him helpless and exposed.
The angle at which Murphy was bent over the couch left his back arched, his ass raised high in the air, a tempting target for Thawne's punishment. The vulnerability of his position, the way he was laid bare before Thawne, only served to amplify the intensity of the moment, the dichotomy of pleasure and pain swirling around them in a heady embrace.
Thawne's movements were precise, each strike of the belt a calculated reminder of who held the power in this dynamic, of the consequences of Murphy's actions and the price he must pay. The sound of leather meeting flesh echoed in the room, a harsh percussion that underscored the primal energy that coursed between them.
In this intimate space, with Thawne as the orchestrator of his punishment and pleasure, Murphy found himself teetering on the edge of a precipice, his world reduced to the raw sensations that pulsed through him with every strike of the belt. And as the punishment continued, each impact pushing him further into a realm of sensation and surrender, Murphy understood that this moment would irrevocably alter the fabric of their relationship, binding them together in a dance of dominance and submission that defied conventional boundaries.
Thawne tosses the belt to the side, pulling out a bottle of lotion. a soothing hand is placed on murphy's back as he begins the aftercare portion of this all. "Easy, it's over, you're forgiven." Thawne reassures murphy, removing the handcuffs, "Stay." he whispers in murphy's ear. walking away for a moment thawne gets a water bottle, sets it down and then moves back behind murphy.
"I'm gonna fuck you now." Thawne speaks, two lubed fingers prodding at murphy's rim. murphy moves his hands in front of him whining softly. "please sir.." murphy groans out as finally, the fingers enter him and begin to prep him for thawne's cock. Thawne is merciless in his ministrations, his fingers working quickly, creating friction in his ass in a bid to bring the tension to bear, the heat and desire rising to an almost unbearable level. Thawne thrusts a few times, a satisfied smirk on his face, and when Murph looks up he sees that there are beads of perspiration rolling down the smooth planes of Thawne's face, a fine sheen coating his body that drips down his stomach as Murphy watches in fascination.
Thawne's voice was a low rumble, a growl of possession as he lined himself up with Murphy's entrance. The air crackled with tension, charged with the raw energy that surged between them. With a steady push, Thawne breached Murphy's tightness, the sensation a heady mix of pleasure and primal conquest.
Murphy's body tensed, a sharp gasp escaping him as Thawne filled him completely. The dragon shifter's muscles clenched around Thawne, a delicious vice that elicited a guttural groan from the speedster. It was a dance of dominance and submission, a symphony of desire and need that bound them together in a primal rhythm.
Thawne's movements were deliberate, each thrust a proclamation of his power over Murphy, a declaration of ownership that reverberated through the room. The friction of their bodies meeting sent sparks flying, igniting a firestorm of sensation that consumed them both in its blazing embrace.
The room seemed to pulse with their combined energy, the air thick with the scent of sweat and arousal. Thawne's grip on Murphy's hips was unyielding, his pace unrelenting as he drove into him with a primal urgency that bordered on desperation.
Murphy's hands clenched the fabric of the couch beneath him, his nails digging into the material as he surrendered to the overwhelming tide of pleasure that threatened to consume him. Every thrust sent shockwaves of sensation coursing through him, a cacophony of pleasure that threatened to shatter the fragile barrier between them.
Thawne's movements were relentless, each one pushing them closer to the edge of oblivion. The room seemed to spin around them, a whirlwind of sensation and need that threatened to engulf them in its all-encompassing embrace.
As their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, a primal symphony of desire and dominance, Thawne and Murphy were lost in the throes of passion, their worlds reduced to the raw intensity of their connection. And in that moment of unbridled surrender, as Thawne claimed him with every thrust, Murphy knew that they were bound together in a way that transcended mere physicality, a bond forged in the crucible of their desires.
Their bodies moved as one, a symphony of desire and need that built to a crescendo of ecstasy. And as they reached the pinnacle of their shared pleasure, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only Thawne and Murphy, lost in the swirling vortex of their passion.
"cum. Now." thawne spoke as he came, pounding in and out of him. pulling murphy up by his hair so his body was flush against murphy's back. "Cum for me." and murphy did with a low groan. "good boy."