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“So good for me Simon…”
Ghost arced his back into Soap’s thrusts, his hands grasping at the bed sheets. Soap’s hands held on painfully tight onto his waist as he drilled into him and pushed his cock in what felt like further and further up his body. God his guts felt like they were being completely rearranged.
He moans were more gasps than anything, voice fully shot from yelling before. Soap continued his praises as Ghost felt his insides shift.
“Such a good boy for me.” He grunted.
Simon let a whine slip past his lips.
“Johhnny… ah ahh”
Soap slowed as he took in the site under him and it was so fucking hot. They had barely made it through the door and to the bed before Soap took him. Ghost was still wearing his shirt, which was pushed up to his chest to reveal his flushed skin. By god his skin turned red easily, especially when Soap pushed him like this.
Ghost, his L.T., was fully submitting, taking everything he’s giving. Just taking and taking. His cock was just sinking in his hole like it made just for him. His thighs were littered with angry bite marks from when he fingered him open earlier. His cock still sat untouched, all angry and hard as ever. He took it all with no complaint and was even begging for more.
Soap drank the site in, Simon looked so damn gorgeous like this.
“Your as pretty as a girl Simon.”
Simon looked up at him, his bright blues widening, entrancing Soap. He could feel Ghost’s legs tighten around his waist even more, squeezing the life out of his dick.
Soap grinned, “You like that don’t ya?”
“Fuck-“
Simon looked embarrassed, like he wanted to hide away under his mask. It wasn’t gonna be happening considering Soap had thrown it the farthest direction away from them. He loved to seeing Simon’s face and he wan’t gonna let a mask stop him. So Ghost did the best next thing he could do; He hid under his arms instead.
Soap stilled his thrusts and leaned into Ghost’s body. And he was gonna fix that.
“Ya like being a pretty girl,” he practically whispered giddy into his ear while he moved to grab his arms and hold them to each side.
And he was never letting this piece of information go. How far could he go calling him his girl?
Simon was whining even more, clawing at Soap’s hands to break free. (Normally he could do it, but everything was overwhelming, from the cock he was speared on, to the words Soap was using.)
Soap thrusted in once.
“You like me fucking into your pussy like this?“
Then he pulled out.
Simon let out a loud moan, nothing comprehensive. His eyes looked glassy, welling with tears.
In again.
“You like me filling you up right? Filling your greedy cunt.”
Out.
The first tear fell.
In.
“God you were made for this, your cunt is sucking me dry.”
Out.
Another tear followed.
“Joh- joh-johnny.”
In.
“Such a good girl for me Simon… taking me like a tight cocksleeve.”
Out.
Simon tightened even more (if that was even possible). Tears were streaming down his face, he was gasping. Soap felt his dick twitch and he was sure Simon had felt it. His face was completely red, his eyes screwed shut. He couldn’t hide from this. Soap stopped moving all together, he kissed away the tears staining his cheeks. He looked like a thing of beauty like this. Soap let go of Simon’s arms and Simon slowly lifted them to hold them around the Scot’s neck.
His eyes opened. They were bloodshot, a hazy red like the rest of of his body. He pushed his head into Soap’s own.
“If you don’t start moving, I’ll make you regret it Johnny.” He growled, his voice choked from the tears.
Soap lifted himself back up and moved his hands back to where they used to be on Simon’s waist. There was a new and very angry bruise from before, so he pushed his fingers back there. Simon hissed at the feeling.
Soap could feel the grin taking over his face while Ghost’s lips curled into a snarl, “Move you bloody git! MOVE!”
“You got it sir.”
And Soap fucked into him hard. The bed shook with each thrust. Simon’s cock still rested against his stomach, heavy as ever, so Soap finally decided to appease it. He used one hand to engulf it and that was enough to have Simon’s eyes roll back into his head.
“Good girl, come on” Soap’s accent was so thick, Simon could barely make it out between the haze of pleasure and his voice, “you can let go.”
That was all took.
Simon groaned as he finally felt release, the white coated his stomach, some even landing up on his chest. Not that he really noticed though, at that point, it was too much for his body and he had slipped unconscious. Simon’s lack of consciousness didn’t bother Soap much, hell he barely slowed down while fucking into him. Simon was the type of pass out after particularly… ‘brutal’ sessions like this. Anyways, Soap just wanted to chase his release, he was getting uncomfortable with the strain.
Simon woke up a minute later to Soap still above him, still drilling into his prostate. His insides were completely sore and he couldn’t feel anything else. He reached his shaking arms around Soap’s shoulders again. Soap finally felt the pressure build to his tipping point and was going to pull out, but Simon stopped him.
“In me.”
And that was all he needed, Soap pushed in one last time and groaned as he coated the soft insides white. Simon felt so damn full. Soap waited another minute him to catch his breath and he eventually found the energy to move again and pulled out. He watched himself pull his cock back out and watched the cum leak out of Simon’s hole.
If he could burn a picture into his eyes, this would be it. Simon, fucked out and panting, tears and cum covering him everywhere on his body, bruises and hickeys covering every inch of his skin, his cum leaking out of his hole. No one could do this to their feared lieutenant, no one but him. And even if they could, Simon wasn’t going to let anyone else but his Johnny near him.
He leaned back over Ghost, the other was about to fall asleep again, the shear exhaustion visible on his face. Soap stroked his cheek and Simon leaned his head into it.
“We gotta clean you off, let’s head to the tub.”
Ghost grunted before trying to push himself up, his arms shaking as he did. Soap slipped a gentle arm around his body to hold him upright and lead him to the bathroom. It took a while, but a few wet towels later, they were clean. Soap took the chance to change the sheets in the bed when he went to go grab them some fresh clothes. Soon they were back in bed, Soap in just some sweats while Ghost was in some boxers and a tank.
Soap wrapped his arms around his Ghost, lightly massaging the other’s body as they rested. Ghost grunted in pleasure and relief as he continued to be so gentle with him. He muttered small praises and light words trying to ease up Ghost a little more.
Ghost opened his bleary eyes at Soap, watching his lips move as he talked. He pushed his lips against the Scotsman’s and silenced him. The both melted into the kiss with Ghost leading the kiss. Soap moved his arm up to stroke his face, feeling as Ghost pushed his face into him deep as he good. They only broke away once they had run out of oxygen. Soap smiled, still brushing his hand up against Ghost’s stubble.
“You should think about getting some Plan B in the morning” he whispered with a grin.
Ghost rolled his eyes and groaned before reaching towards a spare pillow. He wacked Soap before turning to face away from him. Soap took the hit with a laugh before going back to wrap himself around the Brit’s back.
“Good night Johnny.”
“Night Simon.”
“And forget it, don’t ever bring it up again.”
“What? Calling you a girl?”
Ghost grunted.
“Don’t worry your tight arse L.T. I’l never forget it.”