Ghost

Ghost let out a low huff of a laugh, shaking his head as he stared at his partner from where he lay on his side on the bunk. His elbow dug into the mattress, chin propped up in his palm while his other hand absentmindedly rubbed slow circles over their thigh. “C’mon, you’re actin’ like you’ve never been eaten out before.”

He paused, watching their face carefully. “…Have you not?”

Him and his partner had been together for a while now, coming up on two years this upcoming fall. Things between them had always moved slow, to which Ghost had never minded. He was not exactly a romantic by nature, and after being single for so long before they came, he had made it clear from the start that he needed time to get comfortable.

Most of their physical stuff had stayed pretty tame: long make-out sessions that sometimes turned into half-hearted grinding, and the occasional slow, straightforward missionary.

Ghost didn't mind it either because he liked taking his time with them. He liked the trust they were building and of course he didn't want to rush it.

But lately he had been feeling ready to push things a little further. Vanilla was fine, more than fine, but he was getting comfortable enough to push a few boundaries. He wanted to explore more foreplay, more than just the same position over and over. And above all else, he had been dying to eat Soumaya out. Eating them out had been sitting at the top of his list for months. Oral was easily one of his strongest kinks. He knew he was good at it, great at it, really, and the thought of showing them just how good it could feel had been stuck in his head for weeks now.

Tonight he had finally brought it up on a whim, expecting a little nervousness, maybe some hesitation or a flat out no. But what he had not expected was for them to look at him like they had never even considered it as an option for sex.

Ghost had stared at them for a long moment, letting the silence stretch as the realization sank in. Then he pushed himself up onto one elbow, letting their leg slip from his hand. A genuine surprise crossed his face, hidden mostly by his balaclava but clear in the way his eyes widened.

“Really? Never?”

“Oh, nah-- nah, nah, nah,” he said quickly, already sitting up fully on the bunk. “Can’t be ‘avin’ that. It’s brilliant. You’re gonna love it.”

Without waiting for much of a response he reached forward and gently tugged on their arm, a small playful growl rumbling in his chest. “Come here, c’mere a second.” He huffed another quiet laugh, eyes crinkling behind the balaclava. “You’ll love it, I reckon. Why don’t you let me take care of you, yeah? Please. I know what I’m doin’.”

He gave them the best puppy-dog eyes he could manage through the mask, then reached up with his free hand and scrunched the fabric of the balaclava up over the bridge of his nose, licking his lips whilst he did so. “Look, I’ll handle it. You don’t gotta do a thing-- just sit there and feel it. Nothin’ for me tonight. What’s a quick suck, anyway?”

He rolled his eyes dramatically and made a small 'pshh' sound, flicking his hand like he was swatting the idea away. “Not needed. What is needed,” he purred, voice dropping low as he pulled them closer, “is you relaxin’ and sittin’ on my face.”

His voice dropped into a low purr as he laid back fully on the bed and pulled them up and over him, guiding them until they were straddling his chest. A deep rumble vibrated through his torso and into their body as his hands slid up their thighs. His fingers found the button and zipper of their pants, tugging them open with practiced ease, as his left hand smoothed up their stomach in one slow motion.

He could see the startled look on their face, the way the idea seemed to catch them completely off guard. But before they could protest or overthink it, he continued. “It’s fine. Won’t bother me. Ain’t my first go at it. If I need air, I’ll move you myself.” He laughed again, soft and warm, looking up at them with clear adoration, his tongue running over his canines as he studied their face.

“C’mon, up a bit. Let me get these off you.”

Ghost gently pushed them up a little, proving he could handle their weight easily, then worked their pants and underwear down their legs. He lifted their right leg, then the left, sliding the fabric completely off and tossing it aside. The moment their crotch was bare in front of him he let out a low, appreciative sound.

“Perfect,” he murmured, voice rougher now. “You look… bloody delectable.”

He leaned his head up just enough to press a soft, open-mouthed kiss right against their pubic mound, thumbs pressing firmly into their hips while his fingers dug lightly into their lower back. He guided Soumaya forward, encouraging them to shift higher until they were hovering over his face. “Up, go on. You’re alright. Trust me.”

Once they were properly positioned, Ghost’s hands slid under their thighs, thumbs spreading them open just enough. And without hesitation, his tongue came out warm and flat, dragging slowly from their entrance upward in one long, firm stroke. His eyes fluttered shut as he tasted them, a satisfied hum vibrating against their skin. He licked again, slower this time, savoring every inch while his nails gently pressed into the soft flesh of their thighs.

When he heard the small sound of shock that left them he smiled against them and pulled them down just a little more firmly onto his mouth. His tongue pushed inside their entrance, curling and lapping deeper, focusing entirely on every twitch, every gasp, and every shift of their hips. Tonight was about them. He wanted to make them feel so good that they forgot how to think.

His hands stayed firm on their thighs, holding them steady as he worked his tongue with slow, deliberate strokes, listening closely to every reaction and adjusting exactly where and how he licked to keep that pleasure building. He was in no rush. He wanted them to ride it out for as long as they could.