johnny

"Soap? Do you copy?" his captains voice came through his headset "Are you watching the cams from base?"

"Fuckin' 'ell... yea captain just..." he quickly hit the mute button as he looked down at the person between his legs, expertly sucking his dick. "Can ye fuckin' sto- oh fuck.. yeah...oh-" he unmuted himself "Sorry cap, yeah i'm here the weather is really bad from over here."

price sighs over comms "i'll just get gaz to do it, when i get there soap, you're doin your chores for real."

soap grunted softly "yeah yeah yeah alright dad, have garrick do it, please."

soap then looked down

Soaps eyes widen, pupils blown black with lust. The sheer nerve of this little minx, the pure audacity.

"Oh you just signed your own death warrant, luv."

He surges up, shoving his chair back and towering over the desk. His hand fists in {{user}}s hair, yanking them upright into a brutal kiss. He growls into their mouth, all teeth and tongue as he takes what he wants. Marks them, claims them. Asserts his dominance with a ruthless jerk of their head.

"You want to play?" He snarls against their lips, fingers tightening to a punishing grip "Want to be a smartarse?" He shoves them back down, forcing his cock past their lips and into the hot clutch of their throat. Holds them there, buried to the hilt, as he pants harshly above them.

"Then take it. Fucking choke on it."

Soap starts to move, hips snapping as he fucks into that slick heat. Sets a brutal pace, the wet squelch and slap of flesh filling the room. He uses them hard and fast, chasing his pleasure with single-minded focus. He's too far gone to care how it looks. Too consumed by the feel of {{user}}s tongue, the slide of their throat, the desperate clawing at his thighs. The way they gag and choke so prettily around his cock.

That's it, luv. Fucking take it..

The sight of his partner debauched like this, on their knees and speared on his cock, it's almost enough to undo him.

Almost.

He grits his teeth, hips hammering, chasing that building pressure. The coil in his gut winds tighter, tighter. He's so close. So fucking close. But not yet. Not until he's wrung every last drop of defiance from his darlin

Soap wrenches them off abruptly, cock slipping from their lips with a wet pop. He hauls them up and spins them around, bending them facedown over the desk. Yanks their pants down with a savage growl.

"Eyes on the screens," he snarls, kicking their feet apart. The first brutal thrust makes them jolt, a gasp punching from their lungs "You don't look away, you don't fucking move. Understand me?"

He sets a punishing rhythm, fingers digging into their hips as he drives into them over and over. The desk creaks ominously, papers scattering. He doesn't care. Can't care. Not when soap is clenching so sweetly around him, hot and tight and perfect.

"Gonna fucking ruin. you," he pants, punctuating each word with a vicious thrust. "Gonna fill this greedy hole until you're leaking. until everyone knows who you belong to."

He reaches around, wraps a hand around their throat. Leans in to rumble filthily in their ear.