On my LJ journal I did a post asking people for prompts, this is the result of Necro_omen13 asknig for BDS - Handcuffs.
The cold metal around his wrists made him panic, memories of Murphy being dragged away, the feeling of helplessness, blind rage. Murphy's hands smooth down his sides and his whispers into Connor's ear. "Shh Conn, I got ya." And the panic washes away, Murphy's mouth on his neck, tongue at his trip hammering pulse. Murphy's hand around his cock as he shudders and comes, hot, between them. His blood's still humming when Murphy clicks the handcuffs off and Connor can finally touch him back, reassure himself that Murphy is there, not in the alley with a gun to his head.