zack

“Maybe,”

Soap’s hips roll, earning a gasp.

“Might have to fuck ye till it takes.. just so they really know yer mine.”

Ghost clenching is all the response needed for such a tempting threat.

His night is nowhere near over and for once he’s content with that.. content with Soap.

Thankfully the group of others finally take the hint and hightail out of there.

“Greedy bastard,” Ghost mumbles. They both know it’s not an insult.

Soap just hums and leans closer, still inside of him. Their foreheads press together and Soap whispers despite them being alone.

Soap laughs without any humor. Those eyes never even leave Ghost for a moment.

“Let me make it clear for ye,” the Scot starts with his tone dangerously low. “If ye want to keep yer life, I highly suggest.. Getting. Out.”

Fuck. Ghost didn’t think he could be get more turned on.

Ghost opens his mouth to try to smooth things over, but Soap beats him to it.

“Get out.”
It’s like a growl and the harshness sends a pleasured shiver up Ghost’s spine.

The soldier gawks and looks to the others for help.
“You can’t just- the hell you just say to me?”

Their little bubble of peace is popped by another voice. Ghost had forgotten this was a session and not just.. him and Soap.

“Jesus, alright MacTavish. You had your turn now beat it. Totally cut in line..”

The voice comes from the fourth dude, the one Soap had pushed away.

Soap follows his gaze and just smiles wider, eyes so soft and loving.

“Don’t mind it, not when it’s yers.” The Scot coos before continuing. “Made a right mess of ye too anyway.”

If it were anyone else Ghost would’ve cringed, but instead he laughs.

This.. is nice. It’s right.

Soap leans in for a lazy kiss and Ghost returns it.

His limbs feel like jelly as they fall away from the body on top of him. His hand rests over his stomach again, feeling where Soap is still inside.

He looks a little sheepish at the sight of how wet Soap is from himself.

And Ghost couldn’t be any happier. He rides the pleasure, whining as he borders on being overstimulated.

He feels warm inside and out. His limbs tremble around Soap who’s slowed down to gentle rocking.

Ghost looks up to see that familiar smile and tries to match with his own.

Ghost’s cunt squeezes around him and it shoots white hot pleasure up his spine. Soap’s thrusts get sloppy as he chases his own orgasm.

“Si, oh Simon. Yer mine, take it baby, take it for me.”

Soap thrusts forward one more time before he’s spilling inside of Ghost’s sore pussy.

Ghost swears his orgasm has him seeing stars.

He feels himself gushing hard with it, squirting all over Soap in front of him. His legs lock around the Scot as he begs to be filled.

Soap isn’t one to deny such pleas as he isn’t far behind.

“Johnny! Don’t stop- please- pleasepleaseplease!”

Ghost is a mess of tears and it doesn’t take much longer to feel that heat coiling in his gut.

His grip tightens on Soap as he tries to warn the other.

“I’m- oh fuck-!! Coming- coming!”

It feels like hours.

Soap glides in and out easily with how soaked Ghost has gotten since they’ve started. They hold on to each other, babbling and moaning against skin.

In reality, the two of them only last a few minutes. Yet with Soap, Ghost takes it as a compliment.

“Ye were made for me, doll.. made to take only my cock.”

Ghost cries out in pleasure, nearly screaming in agreement. His body is tight around Soap’s, holding on while he’s taken through the pounding of his life.

Soap is big, but the man knows how to use it.

And Soap is still fucking talking. Some things never change, but Ghost loves it.

“See how I fit so well and make ye feel good? None o’ them could do that.”

Soap keeps at the perfect angle. Ghost can feel it in his lungs and all he can make are babbles for more.

His legs tighten, his body bouncing with every smack of their bodies.

It feels so good. Soap doesn’t just fuck him, he makes love. Soap pays attention to what gets Ghost the loudest and focuses on it.

He’s never felt pleasure like this before and he never wants to lose it.

One of his hand comes down over the slight bulge in his stomach. He gently caresses over it to feel how deep Soap truly is.

Ghost yanks Soap down into a sloppy kiss. They pant into each other’s mouths and Soap takes that as an invitation.

The first thrust feels like heaven.

Soap isn’t doing much better, except his pleasure comes from words while sliding himself into Ghost’s greedy cunt.

“Yer mine, Simon, always have been. Every single part of ye.”

They both gasp when Soap is finally all the way inside of him. Ghost, for the first time, feels full.

Ghost can feel it stretching him and pushing deeper with the little shallow thrusts the other makes.

His legs move to wrap around Soap’s waist and he digs his heels into the Scot’s back.

He’s loud with it. Mewls and groans of pleasure leak out of Ghost like a bursted dam.

“I ken what’s best for ye. An’ now that I’ve got ye.. dinnae expect to be let go.”

Ghost doesn’t even get a chance to respond with words. A choked moan leaves him with Soap choosing that’s the moment to finally get moving.

Soap is slow with it in a gentle way.

Ghost can’t get anything out but a whine when he feels Soap’s cock taunting his pussy like this. Just little insistent presses with the tip against his entrance, so close ..

Soap speaks again and he knows better than to argue.

Ghost blinks, suddenly remembering his rule.

Not like he has a problem with it, not when it’s Johnny, but there is concern. If he lets one guy go raw then others will want to do the same.

“But- wait, but Johnny, they’ll-”

Soap cuts him off.

Soap is teasing him. The fat head weeping pre against his cunt and he’s aching to feel it inside of him.

Soap’s voice catches his attention again, rough and low in his ears.

“I do hope you didnae expect me to use a condom with ye, doll.”

Soap stares him down with a gaze hungrier than a man starved. It sends heat down his spine and he rocks up against the Scot’s cock.

Firm hands frame his hips and that strong body nearly blankets his own. He goes to speak again, but only manages a whimper when he feels it.

Ghost manages to get his limbs working again and starts with his arms around the back of Soap’s neck. He uses his feet on the table to push his legs further apart.

His throat bobs heavily with a swallow before he manages to speak to Soap.

“Please, Johnny. Need it, need you..”

It’s too much yet not enough all at once. Ghost wants to pull away yet also needs to take more. Their kiss is suffocating in all of the right ways.

It breaks with a wet pop. Both of them still close enough to share the same air.

Maybe he’ll let himself be just a little selfish.

Moans and gasps are shared between lips with their bodies slotted and rubbing together.

Soap prods at Ghost’s mouth with that sinful tongue and he easily opens up.

It’s a mess of spit and teeth, but it’s perfect. Ghost is soaked and he can feel how hard Soap is against him.

It starts gentle. The both of them figuring out that this is finally happening.

The situation isn’t ideal. They’re still surrounded by the others that had fucked or planning to fuck Ghost, but neither of them care.

The kiss quickly turns heated.

Their gazes meet and Soap’s is so soft.

A silent question is shared between them. Soap wants to make sure he’s solid, to make sure this is what Ghost wants too.

“Johnny..” He responds in return.

His head tilts to chase the kisses on his cheek to his lips instead.

He hasn’t realized he started to cry until Soap is leaning above him and kissing his wet cheeks. A sniffle leaves him and he leans into the contact.

Fuck, he’s pathetic. Definitely scared Soap off. The one chance he had is lost-

“Simon.”

That voice has him opening his eyes.

He can’t count the number of dreams he’s had of Soap joining. How each time he pictures a stupid mohawk and bright eyes than whoever’s fucking him.
They’ve kept each other waiting for so long.

Ghost is desperate. And Soap is just holding still while he grinds against that cock.