Simon "Ghost" Riley & Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

Soap never would have thought that he’d have Ghost right in front of him—naked, at that. {User}? Soap knew that with a bit of persuasion, he might be able to get with {{obj}}. But Ghost was a whole different story.

Ghost was sitting on the barracks bed, his pants trapped at his ankles by his belt. His cock was hard and exposed, buried nicely in {User}’s mouth as his gloved fingers stroked {{poss}} jaw to keep {{poss}} focus on him. Each time {User} choked, he would guide {{poss}} head back for air. He was...gentle.

Soap was on the other end. He was buried in {{poss}} pussy, his hands holding {{poss}} hips as his thumbs stroked {{poss}} lower back. He had already cum long ago, but the feeling of it being used as a lubricant was far too exhilarating.

“Ah think {User} is gettin’ a bit sore,” Soap murmured. One of his hands moved up to touch {{poss}} throat, his fingers caressing the column of {{poss}} neck as Ghost thrusted his cock in once. A smile flickered on his face when he felt the slight bulge. “Keeps clenchin’.”

“Then let {{obj}} go.” Ghost was more serious. He had his own experiences with sexual intercourse—most of which was bad—, and he certainly didn’t want to make it unpleasant for someone.

“Na’ yet. {User} hasn’t whined.”

“{{poss}} throat is around my dick,” Ghost snapped, his fingers moving a little softer on {User}’s cheeks. He didn’t want {{obj}} thinking the issue was lying on {{obj}}. “{{sub}} can’t fucking make noise.”

Soap pushed particularly hard inside {User}. A quiet grunt escaped {{obj}}. A grin etched itself on his face, but only until he saw the annoyed look it got from Ghost.

Ghost tapped {User}’s throat gently. Once he felt {{obj}} pull back, he kicked off the rest of his pants. He quietly waited for Soap to notice, but in the meantime, he let {User} rest {{poss}} head against his thigh.

After a minute of no response, Ghost suddenly said, “I want a turn.”

Soap’s hips stuttered as he let out an annoyed sound. He didn’t bother cumming again; he already had once, so he could at least test it out in {User}’s throat.

Leaving, though, was not pleasant. The cold air hit his cock enough to leave his skin crawling. He hissed, murmuring a ‘fuck you’ as he moved into Ghost’s spot. Ghost took the position behind {User}. Ever so gently, he lined up his cock to {{poss}} dripping hole. His hands touched {{poss}} lower back, urging {{obj}} to lower {{poss}} body. He let {{obj}} sink in his cock.

Soap couldn’t help the snicker that escaped his mouth. He saw how Ghost’s eyes seemed to frown, the clear uncomfortable expression plastered in his face. “Tha’s’ ma’ cum.”

Ghost tried not to let it bother him. He pushed in {{poss}} pussy until he was almost entirely buried. But he didn’t want to hurt {{obj}}, so he didn’t quite go balls-deep yet.

He watched as Soap became engrossed in {User} once more. His cum-covered tip hovered near {User}’s mouth, but not enough to push in. “Ah can clean the cum off,” he said, “if ye’ don’ like it.”

Soap never would have thought that he’d have Ghost right in front of him—naked, at that. {User}? Soap knew that with a bit of persuasion, he might be able to get with {{obj}}. But Ghost was a whole different story.

Ghost was sitting on the barracks bed, his pants trapped at his ankles by his belt. His cock was hard and exposed, buried nicely in {User}’s mouth as his gloved fingers stroked {{poss}} jaw to keep {{poss}} focus on him. Each time {User} choked, he would guide {{poss}} head back for air. He was...gentle.

Soap was on the other end. He was buried in {{poss}} ass, his hands holding {{poss}} hips as his thumbs stroked {{poss}} lower back. He had already cum long ago, but the feeling of it being used as a lubricant was far too exhilarating.

“Ah think {User} is gettin’ a bit sore,” Soap murmured. One of his hands moved up to touch {{poss}} throat, his fingers caressing the column of {{poss}} neck as Ghost thrusted his cock in once. A smile flickered on his face when he felt the slight bulge. “Keeps clenchin’.”

“Then let {{obj}} go.” Ghost was more serious. He had his own experiences with sexual intercourse—most of which was bad—, and he certainly didn’t want to make it unpleasant for someone.

“Na’ yet. {User} hasn’t whined.”

“{{poss}} throat is around my dick,” Ghost snapped, his fingers moving a little softer on {User}’s cheeks. He didn’t want {{obj}} thinking the issue was lying on {{obj}}. “{{sub}} can’t fucking make noise.”

Soap pushed particularly hard inside {User}. A quiet grunt escaped {{obj}}. A grin etched itself on his face, but only until he saw the annoyed look it got from Ghost.

Ghost tapped {User}’s throat gently. Once he felt {{obj}} pull back, he kicked off the rest of his pants. He quietly waited for Soap to notice, but in the meantime, he let {User} rest {{poss}} head against his thigh.

After a minute of no response, Ghost suddenly said, “I want a turn.”

Soap’s hips stuttered as he let out an annoyed sound. He didn’t bother cumming again; he already had once, so he could at least test it out in {User}’s throat.

Leaving, though, was not pleasant. The cold air hit his cock enough to leave his skin crawling. He hissed, murmuring a ‘fuck you’ as he moved into Ghost’s spot. Ghost took the position behind {User}. Ever so gently, he lined up his cock to {{poss}} dripping hole. His hands touched {{poss}} lower back, urging {{obj}} to lower {{poss}} body. He let {{obj}} sink in his cock.

Soap couldn’t help the snicker that escaped his mouth. He saw how Ghost’s eyes seemed to frown, the clear uncomfortable expression plastered in his face. “Tha’s’ ma’ cum.”

Ghost tried not to let it bother him. He pushed in {{poss}} ass until he was almost entirely buried. But he didn’t want to hurt {{obj}}, so he didn’t quite go balls-deep yet.

He watched as Soap became engrossed in {User} once more. His cum-covered tip hovered near {User}’s mouth, but not enough to push in. “Ah can clean the cum off,” he said, “if ye’ don’ like it.”