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His mouth and bite. Suck the blood slowly from them until there’s nothing left.
“So warm. God. You don’t even know.” Ghost relishes in the heat, soaking it up as he lays boneless beneath the man.
“Such a freak for me. I love it.”

willing man apart right here. Soap moves his hands, pushing his head sideways and cheek flat into the bed as he shoves in. Pushing as deep as he can as he fills Ghost up. Rocking his hips and panting into the air. Ghost using all his strength to not take those warm fingers into

Liquid onto Soaps stomach with a harsh moan. Almost as if the breath had gotten stuck in his throat. But he can’t breathe, doesn’t remember what it feels like. Soap does though, and he watches as his gets heavier and heavier. His teeth screaming at him to bite, to take this

Ghost can tell Soap is getting close, his face flushing red, sweat dripping down the back of his neck. The smell so sweet it hurts. Pleasure rushing through him as he stares into the eyes of a mortal. Getting himself closer and closer until he’s cumming. Splashing the cold

Ghost whimpers into his ear, pushing his chin down until the blade pushes into his skin. Soap growls, throwing the knife to the side to grip his throat with both hands. Using his throat as leverage to fuck into him harder.
“Hurry up and come on my cock. Gonna fill you up.”

He slams his hips in harsh, starting a new pace. Knife digging deeper in with every move. Ghost opens his eyes, begging with those dark irises as he wraps his hand around his own cock. Pumping it to match Soaps pace.
“Hurt me so good. I love you.”

from the smell of his lover so close to him. Eyes rolling into the back of his head. Soap drags the knife up to his throat, scraping along his chest until it’s pressed into the bottom of his chin.
“I’ll fucking ruin you. You’re lucky you don’t bleed, you’d be nothin but a puddle by now.”

“You just eat the pain right up. Always know how to please me.” Soap pushes his hips against Ghosts, cock nestled into him. Knife carving into his chest right under his pecs. The feeling has Ghost arching off the bed, groaning into the shared space between them. His teeth aching

for his human. Learned pretty quickly that Soap liked it rough. Rougher than most. Almost torturous. And Ghost wouldn’t deny him, even enjoyed it himself. The pain dulled to a bearable hurt. The perfect pair.

Soap loves the way Ghost is utterly, entirely his. A vampire under a humans control. The way he begs and pleads for Soap like he’s his personal god. The way his ass takes anything and everything it’s given. Soap can’t help but take advantage of it, Ghost willing to do anything

Vampire Ghost X Human Soap!
TW: knife play, blood, pain, mentions of stabbing.

Consensual freak4freak but beware

Thanks to @_3lli0t_ for the idea

#ghoap #GhostSoap #callofduty

Price getting off to watching Ghost and Soap fuck each other. Their lewd noises wetting him, drenching his body in sweat and precum. Watching their flush faces and sticky bodies against each other. It’s filthy and so god damn hot

#callofduty #PriceGhost #pricesoap #ghoap

but the Scot doesn’t care. Young things like that think they can get anyway with anything. But nobody will ever have Ghost like he has Ghost. The name Simon Riley belongs to him.

Morally grey Soap who threatens to shove his knife into a rookies throat. The poor thing just asking Ghost for a hand with training, fear in his eyes as he scampers away with an apology. Ghost reassures Soap that it’s only professional (1/2)

#ghoap #GhostSoap #CallofDuty

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himself as he presses his thumb into the puffy used hole, pushing what he can back inside.
“Thank you..Doctor Mactavish. You always know what to do.” It’s a pathetic noise, barely words. Soap kisses the bite mark he left and stands to clean them both up.

“Anything for you, Mr. Riley.”

Waves of pleasure crashing through them both, sweat beading at their foreheads. Soap gives himself a moment to recover, breathing heavily before slowly pulling out. Watching the cum leak out of his husband and onto the chair and floor.
“Mm, look at that.” Soap says, mainly to-

thrusts turning sloppy and uncoordinated.
“So fucking good, god you did so well. Going to breed you now. Fill you up so much. Right cunt gripping me so well- ah.” A few more hard thrusts and he’s filling Simon up, pressing in deep, cock jumping as Simon tenses against him.

So close. John leans down and bites down right into Simon’s inner thigh, hard enough to bruise but not bleed. And that’s what sends the man over the edge, sobbing and convulsing as he shoots ropes of cum all over John’s hand and his own stomach. Soap following close behind-

and jaw aching as he drives into Ghosts warm hole. The pressure building in his stomach until he’s just on the edge of cumming. He flicks his wrist over Ghosts head, moving down to squeeze his balls. Ghosts moans have turned into little “ah, ah, ahs”, showing John he’s close.

the base and stroking in tandem to his thrust.
“You’re gonna cum on my cock, aren’t you? Gonna be so good for me. Only me. I’m the only one who knows what you need, right Mr. Riley? That’s why you keep coming back. My cock is the best medicine hm.” Soap rambles, teeth clenched-

Ghosts curls bounce against his forehead with every thrust, grunts coming from Soap in return. His hand moves to Riley’s chest, pinching his nipples harshly until his crying out in pain, finally letting go and caressing down his abdomen till he reaches his cock. Gripping it at-

Is sure to leave them both sore. He watches as Ghosts stomach jumps, body tensing up around him as he slams into his prostate. Moving his eyes up his gorgeous body until finding those beautiful brown eyes. Staring into them, claiming them.
“Oh my god. Feels so good doctor-fuck.”

Thrusting in half way before out, pushing in to the hilt on the next. Dragging gasps of pleasure out of Ghost, whose fingers have found their way into the chairs armrests. Soap grabs onto his thighs, yanking him closer until they are flush together. Starting a violent pace that-

back for a follow up even.” He shoves his 2 fingers in hard, pressing them right up against the older man’s prostate and scissoring. Pulling them out to cover his hole with some more lube before lining himself up.
“Stay still Mr. Riley. I got you.” And with that he’s pushing in

a silent plea as he sinks down to the knuckle. Crooking his finger and pressing against his walls. He adds one more, pushing Simon’s hand off his cock to replace it with his. Using both his hands simultaneously to pleasure his patient.
“You’re doing well. Might not need to come-

The man moves down between Ghosts still open legs, wiping some of the bubbled spit on his head onto the man’s willing hole. Using those gloves fingers once again to rub it in, letting the tip of one slip inside.
“Ah- feels weird Doctor. Be gentle..” Those doe eyes find his own-

saltiness of his love. Huffing out a breath as Soaps cock sinks into the heat of his mouth.
“Get it nice and wet, wouldn’t want to hurt you now.” Simon gathers as much saliva in his mouth as possible, letting it spill all over Soap until he pulls out with a wet slick noise.

Soaps gloved finger pries open his lips, running the latex over his gums and teeth, inspecting them. Once he deems it good enough, he brings his cock to Simon’s lips. Running the wet tip over the pink, coating them slippery. Simon lets his tongue dart out, trying to chase the-

Ghost couldn’t help but whimper at Soaps words, tightening his grip and squeezing his eyes shut. He heard the man shuffle to his left and turned to look, coming face to face with his hard leaking cock.
“Open. Need to see those pretty teeth, make sure there’s no cavities.”