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“No way L.t, you wanna kiss, you know the rules.”
Soap just smiled as Ghost gave him a look. Nothing with any heat or anger, more like brattish temperament, because that was how Soap was with him during these intimate moments where it was not really Soap and Ghost of the 141, but Simon and Johnny standing in the now empty locker room after a hard mission. Soap felt sore all over, especially from where he had to dive roll out of a building and had landed on his shoulder and arm hard. Ghost’s eye makeup was worn and faded, evident by how much trouble the mission was that Ghost of all people had been sweating bullets hard enough to take that shit off. Probably also hurting from where he had been carrying a hostage over his shoulders and a stray bullet had made the sorry soul kick in fear and nailed him in his side.
“Do I have too?” Ghost grumbled.
“Not sayin’ you take off the whole thing, just let me at your lips, Simon,” Soap smiled, knowing how weak Ghost was to hearing his real name on Soap’s lips. Almost as much as his lips on Soap’s lips. “‘Sides, that mask needs a washing something terrible, Simon.. So be a good boy and roll up your mask a wee bit.”
Ghost grumbled, more bratty behavior without any heat. Soap just smiled at him patiently. Finally Ghost sighed and reluctantly rolled up his mask, folding the black material still damp with sweat until it was hooked over the tip of his nose. High enough to see the streaks of smeared black from Ghost’s ruined grease paint peeking out from the edges of his cheeks and the pale blonde stubble that would probably get shaved later to not rub against his mask.
Soap smiled before stepping closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating off of Ghost’s huge frame even through his tactical gear and listen to the hitch in his breathing from Soap being so close. Close enough to see the pink dusting to his stubbly cheeks and the slight hitch of excitement to his breath as Soap stood on his toes to close that only annoying height difference between them and press his lips to Ghost’s softly.
And they stood there and kissed for a few moments, nothing particularly raunchy or needy, most looking for soft contact and sweetness after a rough mission and Soap being more than happy to indulge him. Smell the faded, bitter sting of Ghost’s cigarettes and the smell of sweat and musk from Ghost’s tired body, feel the occasional rasp of stubble against his cheeks or chin as he tilted his head this way and that to keep kissing Ghost.
When they parted, Ghost looked blissed out, even with the rumpled mask obscuring most of his face.
“Good, Simon?” Soap asked through an easy smile.
“Yeah… ‘m good, Johnny,” Ghost sighed happily.
A clumsy shuffle of feet drew their gazes to the door to the room and the large, familiar shadow standing in the doorway. Soap just smiled at the frozen and flustered König while Ghost hummed thoughtfully.
“Enjoy the show, love?” Ghost asked, nonchalantly tugging his mask down, though not fast enough to hide his self satisfied smirk.
König coughed awkwardly, and then just as awkwardly nodded before quickly turning and leaving, leaving the two to chuckle fondly.
König was fiddling with his gun for about thirty seconds longer than he needed as both he and Soap sat on the bench and waited for the rest of the team to even get to the locker room to gear up. Soap had hoped that his patiently sitting there and making it very obvious that he was okay with the giant of a man talking to him, that König would talk to him and ask what he thought that the big man would ask of him. But it looked like König’s anxiety was winning out, poor man. But instead of teasing him about it and hitting that completely understandable sore spot for him, Soap instead smiled and leaned against König’s side.
“Wanna kiss?”
König very nearly fumbled a magazine to the ground by his feet in surprise, catching it quick enough before slamming it into the gun on gut instinct before bashing looking at Soap through the holes in his sniper hood. Soap just smiled back.
“...Ja, bitte,” König mumbled.
“You always ask so nicely,” Soap grinned, before encouraging them apart a little, only so that König could straddle the bench and that he could shuffle closer, slotting his legs over König’s hips and pull them in close, “Like a good boy.”
Soap took far too much pleasure in the visible shudder that ran through König’s massive body at the praise. But what could he say, he loved that this behemoth of a man was so weak for praise and yielded so sweetly underneath a few words. But anything more would have to wait, because Soap was sure that they had time for some face sucking, but actually liquefying König’s bones until he was a mess with just sweet praise was a matter that he liked to take his time doing. So instead he grabbed the edge of König’s sniper hood, lifting it up before letting it flop on his eyes as he strained himself up to press his lips against König’s.
König’s anxiety extended to many parts of his life. On the battlefield? Nothing to worry about, he could aim his head the right way and tamper shit down and get the job done while being an absolute menace that would give the enemies nightmares for years to come. But off the field it was a little harder, training was no issue though he could get flustered if the guys were piling on the mostly harmless teasing. Navigating romance? Just a little harder for the big man. So Soap made sure to be sweet and slow for his big man, ease him into things, never push and never tease and taunt for more than a second or two and always readily give with little prompting. Because König may have been an anxiety ridden behemoth of man, but he was Soap’s anxious gentle giant.
So he softly and sweetly kissed König’s first hesitant and then sweetly seeking lips, letting König’s giant hands settle on the small of his back, nearly encompassing it with just one. Let König take his time getting comfortable before letting König let it get a little bolder, pressing slightly chapped lips harder against Soap’s, trying to soak up more. He made sure to take his sweet time kissing König, until König pulled back to take a breath, hood falling just a second late and letting Soap see his rugged, red dusted face before the material fell down to cover his kiss reddened lips.
“Good?” Soap asked.
“Ja,” König breathed.
There was the sound of their teammates coming in, so Soap reluctantly parted from the big man, flashing him a grin to make him chuff before loudly greeting their teammates and making sure to grill them all for being behind schedule while König fiddled with his gun again.
When Ghost came quickly striding in, he did make sure to throw them a look, the coy look to his eyes and just the faintest curve to the thinner mask all that Soap’s keen eyes needed to know exactly what kind of expression he had on his face. König coughed like he did when he was blushing, just as keen eyes catching the same thing.
Soap loved taking care of his big lads in matters both sweet and… not so sweet.
Right now he had Ghost pressed against his bedroom wall, panting and heaving for breath as Soap worked a hand underneath his still lingering gear to grope at his chest and the other fondled the hard shape of Ghost’s mostly hard cock through the front of his pants with the other hand. He just smiled sweetly as Ghost rocked against his hands, seeking out stimulation and getting Soap’s hands on his body with feverish want.
“I got you, Simon, I got you,” Soap very nearly purred.
Something about reducing Ghost to this kind of mess was putting heat in Soap’s belly, but his man was right here and already wriggling all sexy like underneath his hands, so he would focus on that for now. Not like Ghost would never not be gagging to get him off after getting the taller man off, post orgasm brain seeking out Soap’s orgasm like a hungry dog with a big beef bone. But later, because he had managed to shove his hand underneath Ghost’s tight undershirt and get a handful of big pec and was taking his time to finally undo the man’s belt and both were getting Ghost to groan and moan that deep, base deep noise that Soap loved so much.
“Being so good for me, Simon,” Soap praised softly, grinding the heel of his palm against where he knew a peaked nipple was and getting a sharp growl of arousal in payment, plucking open the buckle and tugging the belt free slowly. “Been gaggin’ to get my hands on you all day, huh? Been thinkin’ about being my good boy?”
Ghost shuddered underneath the praise, just the same as König in that regard, melting a little underneath the praise and becoming more and more submissive underneath Soap’s hands. Even went so far as to finally unzip the jacket and shrug out of it so that Soap could just finally shove the man’s shirt out of the way and bare his chest to Soap’s needy eyes.
“Good boy,” Soap praised before leaning forward to kiss the dead center of Ghost’s chest and the mosaic of dark tattoos that decorated Ghost’s upper chest and dripped down to just above his tummy. When Ghost groaned in that low and throaty way that Soap liked, Soap turned his head to latch onto a pec, tonguing the peaked dark nipple that seemed to eagerly wait his mouth as he finally pulled Ghost’s belt free and shoved the man’s pants and underwear down just enough to comfortably get his cock out.
Because he was just a bloody fucking tall man, Ghost had a bigger dick to match his frame and one that almost matched his attitude. Longer and thicker than the handful of others that Soap had seen in the military and the handful of others that he had seen in the wild, Ghost also just had a good looking cock. Stood up nice and straight when erect, foreskin pulled back and the flared glands a ruddy pink down a nice mostly uninterrupted shaft down to a set of pale blond dusted balls. Soap liked how it felt in his hands, mouth and inside of him. He also liked the glinting Prince Albert piercing up top and the small ring where the shaft met the scrotum further below.
“There you are,” Soap happily hummed, mournfully pulling his mouth away from Ghost’s pec and the reddened and spit wet nipple, “Look at you, all nice and perky for me.”
Because it was the bedroom, Soap had lube within reach, which he gave himself a generous helping on both hands because he knew Ghost liked it slippery and sloppy, before taking Ghost in both of his hands and starting to slowly stroke him before turning his attention back to Ghost’s chest. Ghost moaned, base deep and from deep within his chest, rocking his hips into Soap’s expert hands, a pearl of precum forming on the ruddy head and getting mixed in with the lube. When Soap grazed his teeth along a spit soaked nipple, several more beads joined the first.
Soap loved taking his time with Ghost, mostly because together they found out that Ghost liked the chase to orgasm to be drawn out. Liked Soap stroking or sucking or bouncing on his dick for a while before hitting his orgasm, liking denying him until his orgasm hit like a train and let him completely blissed out and boneless afterwards. So he took his sweet time stroking Ghost’s big cock, dragging his hands up and down the length, sometimes rubbing his thumb along the slit, sometimes reaching down to fondle full balls, sometimes giving the length a long squeezing drag of his hands.
“Fuck,” Ghost spat out.
“Already? Been a rough week, Simon?” Soap asked sincerely, looking at Ghost’s clenched shut eyes and listening to the heated breathing just behind the mask. Usually he got another minute or two of edging out of Ghost before he got foul mouthed.
“Yeah,” Ghost managed weakly.
“Poor man. Give ya a kiss as you finish?”
Ghost almost eagerly tore off his mask entirely, telling of just how badly he wanted to cum and how badly he wanted the tender love and care that Soap heaped in bunches. Just fine by Soap, always ready to take care of his boys and always ready to see Ghost’s flushed, wanting face and already eagerly parted lips as Soap leaned in to kiss him, all teeth and tongues and low growls of arousal as he started pumping his hands harder and faster. Ghost’s hands fisted the back of his shirt as he felt Ghost throb between his hands, nipping his lower lip needy and cute like.
“Whatcha waitin’ for, Simon?” Soap panted against Ghost’s mouth, hot and bothered because of Ghost, but so damned intent on getting Ghost to cum. “Be a good boy and cum for me.”
Ghost’s teeth snapped shut with a sound that would make most gator’s envious and almost made Soap wince at the thought of his teeth and jaw suffering from that, his cock twitching against Soap’s palms as he came hard. But Soap just kissed along his lips, bared teeth and jaw, gently and slowly milked him through it and wringing out all the cum in him as Ghost panted like a beast. Because Ghost was his good boy and seemed like he really needed the edge taken off, quickly relaxing and melting against Soap, sluggishly kissing him back and just as sluggishly rocking his hips into Soap’s still slowly moving hands, seeking out the last dredges of his orgasm before stilling. Soap followed, looking down and grinning at the mess on his hands.
“Damn, you weren’t kidding,” Soap chuckled at the mess on his fingers, looking up to kiss Ghost’s lax mouth and getting a small, weak but trying his damndest, kiss back. “Feel better?”
Ghost mumbled an affirmative against his mouth.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Soap said, mournfully pulling away.
“What ‘bout you?” Ghost asked, almost leaning forward a little too quickly, trying to chase the contact, before realizing that his messy cock was still out and his shirt was still up and both of his pecs littered in gentle hickies and drying spit. He quickly pulled his shirt down.
“We got a mission in twenty, Simon, you can get me later,” Soap soothed, kissing him again and getting a grunt and a huffy kiss back, “And you’ll be my good boy then too.”
Ghost grunted, getting another huffy by affirmative kiss. Ghost liked to gruff and huff, but he liked being Soap’s good boy and he loved being called that.
Once they got Ghost cleaned up and Soap could thoroughly wash his hands, they hurried along to the locker room. Inside they hurried up to gear up to catch up with everyone else.
“You two were nearly late,” König said as he loaded up.
“I was just takin’ care of Ghost,” Soap said.
When Roach passed, fiddling with a strap that he was struggling with and leaving the space around them clear, save Ghost across the way slipping one of mayhaps half a dozen knives on his person and into his gear somewhere, König paused for a moment before coughing hard as he got it. Soap and Ghost just chuckled.
“Something you need help takin’ care of too, big man?” Soap teased.
König coughed again and Soap had to stop himself from licking his lips in anticipation.
It was no surprise when König came to him after the mission.
Soap was almost expecting to do the ‘waiting until it was just the two or three of them and popping the lock in the communal shower room door’ trick that they sometimes did when the team had all piled in the communal showers after the mission. But even after most everyone filed out from the showers König also hurried out, Soap seeing a semi being hastily hidden underneath a towel that just barely hid the Austrian’s heavy weaponry. Even when he pointedly lingered too. Huh.
Not wanting to push, Soap went about getting cleaned up, dried off, putting on blissfully clean clothing and headed to his room. No surprise when he stepped in and the heavy thud of someone who could only be König size quickly trotted up to his door and the sound of a König sized hand knocked against the other side. He grinned before opening the door and grinning up at the big man, dressed down and casual, even lacking his usual sniper hood so Soap got treated to his shy and flustered face.
Soap just grinned, before beckoning him inside and closing the door behind them. Out of sight of any potential eyes, König yielded to his guiding hands as he pushed the big man to his bed, landing hard and making the thin mattress bounce. He sprawled out, big legs naturally parting, already red faced and heated as Soap stood between his huge thighs, licking his lips at the semi pushing against König’s pants.
“Such a good boy,” Soap grinned as he bent down and groped and petted König’s spread thighs as König lifted his shirt up and bore his chest to Soap’s attention, “Already doin’ what I want without even being asked.”
König seemed like he had been coasting for a couple of hours and it was a little hot thinking of König going through that last mission with a hard-on, rubbing against the stiff fabric of his pants and probably wishing it was Soap’s hands on him instead. Maybe even did a little light, over the clothes petting, dragging a huge hand along the large bulge of his hardening cock and trying to will it away so that he could focus. And the idea was tempting to tease König some more, get the giant of a man all worked up. But where Ghost liked edging, König usually did not. So Soap sat next to him on the bed, deftly undoing his belt, zipper and button, before sliding his hands between the slackened material and warm skin that he wanted to touch and love on a lot. Getting the hint, König obediently lifted his hips and let Soap push the pants and underwear down to his ankles, big cock bouncing free and standing at attention.
To match his absolutely huge frame, König just point blank had a large dick. ‘Guess they just make them that way in Austria’ Ghost had quipped when he had first seen it, eyes wide and clear carnal appreciation on his face. Long and thicker, the tip was a ruddy red color and already gleaming with a little wetness as Soap quickly got up to get a bit of lube in his hands to make things easier, dragging his palms down the slightly curved shaft, down to the neatly shaved balls as Soap cupped briefly to make König groan and twitch. He was so responsive, Soap loved it.
“Already gagging to go too? I love how eager you are. Always willing to be so good for me,” Soap smiled sweetly, grinning when König shuddered visibly and his cock twitched. He decided that he needed to be closer, so he moved from being seated next to him to sitting on the big man’s huge thighs, grinning as he was put (mostly) face to face with the big man.
He reached down and took the man’s cock in both hands, stroking them up and down the length of König’s cock as the man himself moaned deep and base deep like, eyes fluttering shut as he let himself relax into Soap’s capable hands.
“Want my mouth on you?” Soap asked as his hands worked, slowly and evenly.
König nodded, eyes not opening, just panting slow and heated.
“Where at, big guy, you gotta be specific,” Soap chuckled, giving König’s cock a squeeze to make him gasp sharply.
“Here,” König keened weakly, putting big hands to his just as big chest.
“Good boy,” Soap murmured before ducking his head down to lavish his mouth along König’s chest.
What could Soap say? He was a tit man. Gently using his lips, hints of teeth and lots of tongue on the cute inverted nips offered to him, coaxing them into perky points while König just moaned and shuddered underneath him, sometimes bucking up into Soap’s hands just a little. But only a little, because Soap had made it very clear that his boys were to not do much unless he said too, and they did love being his good, well behaved boys.
“You still with me, König?” Soap asked, mournfully pulling his mouth away from tempting flesh and twisting his hands in a way that had König gasping and arching, a large pearl of pre leaking from the tip and languidly falling down until it hit Soap’s hand.
“J-ja,” König answered promptly, if more than a little strained and breathy.
“You look like you’re having a lot of fun already. You have a rough week too?” Soap asked, leaning up so that he was nose to nose with König. When König whined cutely for it, Soap leaned forward enough to peck him sweetly, briefly.
“Missed you two,” König panted against his mouth before Soap rewarded him with another kiss.
“My big softie,” Soap grinned against König’s mouth before kissing him with more heat.
Soap worked his hands harder and faster, ripping a startled gasp out of König that Soap drank down eagerly, kissing the man as he whined and moaned as Soap worked on getting the man off like it was not only job, but also something that he took great pride in. And he did, because there was just something about reducing the absolute legends like Ghost and König into panting, writhing, fucked out messes with something as simple as a handjob (needless to say the two were left in far worse states with more).
“Bitte, bitte, bitte,” König panted against his mouth.
“Oh? You think you’ve been a good enough boy for it?” Soap teased, grinning against König’s pouting mouth. “Hmm, yeah you’ve been good. So be a good boy and cum.”
König’s huge body wound tight underneath of Soap before he melted underneath of Soap, shuddering and moaning quietly against Soap’s mouth as that big cock twitched against his palms as König came. Soap worked his hands for a moment, making sure that his gentle giant enjoyed it fully as he panted and writhed, riding out the full extent of his orgasm before sagging and falling back against Soap’s bed while Soap remained perched on the big man’s thighs. He took a moment to admire König half sprawled out on his bed, huge chest heaving with each of his breaths and face red and sweaty from his bliss.
“You good?” Soap asked.
König gave him a weak thumbs up before letting his arm flop on the bed, making Soap chuckle before he got up to get a cloth to clean the both of them off, tossing it and then getting on the bed and flopping against König’s big chest, grinning at the man that was still trying to catch his breath and quell his blushing.
“Damn, you and Ghost have been wound pretty fuckin’ tight lately,” Soap smiled, grinning when big hands settled on his back. “I’m not doin’ a very good job of looking after my boys.”
König looked like he wanted to quickly assure Soap that that was not the case, but his brains were still too much from his orgasm and he settled for lifting his head enough to kiss Soap sweetly in his attempt to assure Soap that way. Both incredibly sweet because König was his good, sweet boy and a gentle giant on top of it all, so Soap kissed him back just as sweet.
A knock at the door very nearly startled Soap, König still too soupy to react to much of all.
“Who is it?” Soap called, turning his head to look over his shoulder.
“It’s me, Johnny,” Ghost said behind the door.
“Come in quick and close the door quicker,” Soap called, twisting until he was tucked up against König’s side, who seemed to be getting that something was going on.
He did jolt when Ghost cracked open the door enough to get himself through and shut it just as fast. So Ghost was treated to the sight of a very smug Soap tucked up against König and König’s pants around his ankles and his softening cock in plain view.
“Nice seeing the Austrian heavy weaponry is still in fine condition,” Ghost deadpanned, making Soap laugh hard and König blush as he pulled up his pants.
“Easy lads, easy,” Soap chuckled.
Soap was sandwiched between König and Ghost, the two having already gotten out of their own tac gear and were in the process of briskly getting him out of his own. Big hands roamed his body as his tac gear was lovingly but quickly removed, leaving him in his t-shirt and pants and he was quickly on his way to losing those as well, though Ghost’s hand wanting to linger on his ass was embedding those efforts.
“I really haven’t been taking care of you two, huh?” Soap chuckled, grinning when he felt Ghost’s lips on his neck from the back and he felt König’s hot breath against his hairline from his front. “Being awfully frisky as you are…”
The two froze at that and Soap was very tickled pink at how ‘trained’ he had these two that even the slightest hint of disapproval from him got them locked up. Not that they ever really got his disapproval. Despite their huge, gruff exteriors, these two were absolute sweethearts and very attentive lovers and Soap could happily say he has done nothing but enjoy his time with his lads.
“You two are just being eager, it’s cute,” Soap said, smiling fondly when the two went back to what they had been doing. “My cute boys.”
Ghost rumbled in approval behind him and König shuddered in pleasure at his front.
“But don’t have a lot of time, boys, so you gotta settle for thighs for now,” Soap said as König finally got his belt undone.
“Settle he says,” Ghost muttered behind him as König plucked open the button to Soap’s pants, tugged the zipper down and Ghost pushed his pants down. Big hands groped his thighs hungrily. “Fuck... nothing to ‘settle’ about these, Johnny.”
“Cute, Simon,” Soap happily sighed.
König hooked two thumbs into his underwear and pushed them down as far as he could before Ghost helped him the rest of the way, pushing his pants and underwear down until the two had enough room to pull their cocks out and slot them between his thighs after they got slicked up with some lube. With the height, König ended up slotting against him directly with Ghost right under that. Soap groaned at the feeling of König rubbing directly against him, already a bit heated from the two feeling him up before and only getting hotter as the hot length of König cock rutted against him.
“Nice and easy, nice and easy,” Soap moaned as the two started rocking gently.
Soap was, by no means, a short nor delicate man. However there was just no way to get around that these two were fucking huge and had more than a few pounds of muscle on him and could very easily put a bunch of bruises on him without meaning too if they were rough, especially if he was in a glorious sandwich of tall brutes. So Soap got treated to the gentle rock of two powerful bodies pressing him close, feeling the slick slide of hard flesh between his thighs and rutting up against him. Got to feel König’s heated breath against his forehead and Ghost’s against the back of his head, four large and strong hands settled somewhere and equal parts holding him still and holding him gently. Damn bliss he was feeling.
“Feel good, boys?” Soap asked, slightly breathless.
He got twin groans of appreciation, König’s lips pressing feverishly against his forehead followed by him moaning deeply, while Ghost’s teeth grazed the back of his neck as the man open-mouth panted against the skin. Soap smiled fondly, tightening his thighs to get the two to moan some more for him and feel those big hands paw and grope him more needily, feeling the two get hotter between his thighs even as he leaked more onto them in his own mounting arousal. Fuck, these two were so hot and so good for him.
But wanting more, Soap shoved up König’s shirt to get at the big man’s big pecs, grinning when König’s breathing hitched and mewled as Soap started using his mouth to torment the gentle giant’s chest, sucking and licking and nibbling on the man’s chest, leaving soft pink hickies and spots of spit wet skin in his wake. Seeing König getting attention, Ghost retaliated by doubling down on using his mouth against the back of Soap’s neck and shoving a hand up underneath his shirt and giving his chest a few pets. Soap made sure to moan nicely when Ghost gently rolled one of his nipples with a calloused index finger.
König gurgled out a curse above him, face pressed against his hair as he rocked his hips harder, grinding against both Soap and Ghost harder as well and making them both hiss out curses at the added stimulation. Ghost opted to wrap two thick with muscles arms around the two of them as much as they could, rutting harder and faster as well. Feeling the two going at it harder was doing things for Soap, feeling himself making the rutting slicker and wetter with his own arousal as he rhythmically squeezed his hips and rolled down against König’s cock to get himself off. Fuck, if König kept bumping their dicks against another one another, he was going to really make a mess.
“Are my boys close?” Soap asked, breathy from how close he was getting.
When he got two affirmative noises instead of real answers, he doubly so got his answer. Nothing like reducing these two into speechlessness messes who could only think about their impending orgasms. Never failed to put heat into his belly.
“Come on then, don’t keep me waiting,” Soap goaded.
Soap really got squeezed between the two as they both blindly sought their peaks between his thighs, rutting and panting like animals. The faster and harder rocking and squeezing his thighs just a bit harder finally coaxed them over their respective edges and that gave him a first rate figurative seat to his boys cumming hard. The sound of Ghost rasping and breathing hard and König moaning deep and base like, ducking down to get Soap’s lips in a sloppy kiss, the feeling of their cocks twitching and the warm mess being added between his thighs and the heat that permeated off their huge frames. They did slow and stopped just shy of tipping him over the edge, which was a shame, but he was always happy to take care of his good boys.
“Damn… fuck…” Ghost groaned behind him.
König rumbled against Soap’s cupid’s arrow, likely an agreement.
“You get yours, Johnny?” Ghost asked.
“No, so if one of you boys wanna help me out…”
König gladly took over kissing him sweetly while Ghost reached around him to gently stroke his dick between three fingers, mouthing and kissing along the back of his neck to help him along. Between the two he easily found his, nothing intense and definitely one of those ones where another would be better, but enough to get him settled for now so that he could relax his tense thighs and let his boys step back.
“And if one of you two wants to help me clean up…?”
König got a rag to clean all three of them up. Though before they could get any good cuddling and snogging done so that Soap could lavish attention on his good boys, Ghost noted the time and they had to hurriedly run to the locker room to gear up for the mission.
Unbeknownst to Soap though, figuratively and literally over his head, Ghost and König were throwing each other knowing looks.
It was not often that all three of them got together to do stuff, let alone of the romantic and sexual variety. Between missions needing different people for different things, if anyone needed them for things like training new soldiers and other mundane work stuff that needed to be done, even if it was tedious and boring. Soap took any and all time that he could get with his boys all together. And if they could have a good romp together, that was just cherry.
His boys getting all three of them in a room did not seem all that strange, given that. But Soap should have realized that his boys were up to something when, after all of them stripping down to nothing but skins, König got on the bed and pulled him between the man’s big thighs and Ghost eagerly crawled on top of him to sandwich him between two huge bodies. This was his favorite place to be when it was the three of them, nothing quite like the feeling of being crammed between two men the sizes that Ghost and König were at.
“My boys bein’ extra sweet for me,” Soap grinned, smiling against Ghost’s mouth when he put the two together. König’s big hands rubbed against his belly and hips, kissing the back of his ears and neck slowly.
Ghost’s hands went to his knees, squeezing them briefly before sliding inward and dragging along his inner thighs, pushing them up onto König’s thighs and then open, until Soap was bared to him. With his legs spread, the big hands on his hips went in, rubbing against the sensitive creases of where his hips met his pelvis and making him choke on a moan that Ghost eagerly sucked down, using his parted lips to push a tongue inside to make the kiss wet and heated. With each drag of calloused fingers against sensitive skin, Soap writhed between the two, moaning and groaning as he felt himself get hot and bothered from the teasing. When he felt himself starting to get a little wet, König’s fingers strayed and Soap got to feel two large fingers slot his dick between them and rub softly.
“Fuck,” Soap hissed against Ghost’s mouth, Ghost pausing for a moment.
“No?” König asked, not moving his hand.
“Calluses… keep going,” Soap managed before going back to heatedly swapping spit with a growling in approval Ghost.
König gently rubbed against him while Ghost sloppily kissed him, getting him all kinds of worked up, until he was rocking his hips against König’s hand, trying to get more to which his very good boy happily gave. Until he was slick and hot with want and König’s fingers were finding it harder and harder to get traction on him. Though that did nothing to deter him, big fingers going down to ease one into him. Then two when that one easily slid in and out of him.
Soap did chuckle a bit when he bumped König’s hand away and the two paused, waiting for his word.
“You lads want something?” He asked cheekily, pulling away from Ghost’s wet and kiss bruised mouth.
“You,” The two said in damn near tandem, making Soap chuckle fondly.
“Then you two know what you have to do.”
Soap did not often take both of them at once. He liked his men big, but there was big and then taking two men like Ghost and König at once, and he was by no means a size king in that regard. It often took more than a handful of minutes of big fingers working in and out of him and a lot of slow movement in the beginning. He joked a few times that he would need to do some cock warming or size training to make things easier and that had gotten both of them flustered and a little heated and Soap had tucked that idea away to use one day. So him getting fucked needed lube and patience, and condoms if he did not want the mess but thanks to being on T for more than a few years and a primo birth control (he hated his periods, what could he say) they were not necessary.
But Soap was a patient man, softly murmuring praises as the two fingered him open, König switching to his ass so Ghost could go for his front and the two did not need to switch places. Got the double treatment of big, calloused fingers inside of him, so he made sure to coo real pretty like for them and how good they felt inside of him. And when Soap was stretched out enough, the two almost eagerly adjusted him, König holding his thighs open and tilting his hips up before Ghost took them both in hands and aimed them both.
“Nice and gentle like,” Soap advised gently.
Ghost and König thankfully were always keen on just how much work it was to take just one of them, so Ghost made sure to feed them into him gently and slowly. The stretch still knocked the air from Soap’s lungs and he did have to throw back his head against König’s shoulder to groan deep and throaty like as he was spread open on both of them and then pulled in to be lowered on them. Fuck, these two always felt so good, made it damn hard to think of anything but just how good they were making him feel, how stretched his insides were and how they hit and rubbed the right places inside of him. When they both managed to hilt inside of him, he made sure to squeeze tight around them to get them both cursing and grabbing desperately onto him.
When they started moving, it was slow and a little clumsy as the two tried to find a pace that worked together. Ghost made sure to kiss him and König made sure to reach around to pay attention to his front to keep him nice and interested through their clumsiness, not that it was needed for long. The three had a sense of each other’s rhythm across all fields, so eventually they found the movements of their hips that had Soap gasping and bucking between them, driving Soap up a wall and then some as the two proceeded to fuck him like champs.
“Fuck… this… pay back for… not doing much for me?” Soap managed between moans.
Ghost open mouth panted against his collarbone and König groaned against the back of his right ear.
“My good boys,” Soap praised, already knowing their answers.
Soap got lost in the feeling of being fucked, the wet sounds of their cocks sliding in and out of him, skin hitting skin and the sounds that the three made as they moaned, panted and breathed heatedly and harshly. Soap gripped onto whatever sweaty skin he could get his hands on he quickly approached orgasm. Though he had a feeling that his boys were not going to let him get away with one unless that was all he could manage, the two obviously pinning to spoil him as he did with them and Soap was okay with that. Sometimes it was nice being taken care of instead of doing the caring. So he felt no shame in reaching down to stroke himself off, quickly locking up in orgasm and groaning through it as he rhythmically squeezed around the two and then quickly bucking his hips when they faltered, keen on his well being and potentially making him an oversensitized mess. Then they were all sorts of eager to chase their own impending pleasure, thrusting into his much more relaxed body with the added bonus of things being noisier and wetter on Ghost’s side of things. His own body needed little coaxing to start winding up, eager to reach his second orgasm already given that he had gotten all sorts of riled up looking after the two with little release of his own.
“You two… so good for me…” Soap panted, losing bloody brain cells the closer he got, rocking down into their combined thrusting to get off faster and make it even better.
And even better when he got a hand on the back of heads and got just the slightest bit of grip in their hair.
“So be good and cum for me, ya?” Soap grinned.
And like a goddamn magic trick, the two came at once, filling Soap up and just the thought of that pushed Soap off his second edge. He moaned as he worked his hips down onto them, squeezing down around them to get them all choked up and milk them for all their worth before they sagged with him happily sandwiched between them.
“My good boys,” Soap happily panted.