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salstray · 1 year

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An Arrangement ((Ghost x Reader))

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Warnings: 18+ Content, NSFW, Smut, p in v, AFAB reader, established situationship, very little plot, also my first time writing x reader smut so let me know if its ass k thanks

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Summary: Ghost and Reader are co workers, of sorts. You work under Laswell, helping with intel and information while the boys are in the field. During the months you work with Ghost, you and him figure out an... arrangment that helps you both relax a little in the midst of all the chaos of war. When the job comes to an end, you give Ghost a letter and a choice. End it here or extend the stress relief beyond work. You get your answer when he shows up at your door in the middle of the night.

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Note: As I said before, first time writing x reader smut.... or really any smut at all! Usually I get to blushy and ashamed when I get to this point in a work, but this one wormed its way out into the pages anyway! Tell me if it sucks, K? Rad. Thank you!

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The letter is so professional, so clinical, it almost makes him laugh.

Your slanted handwriting against perfectly lined paper, calling this whole thing an 'arrangement' between the two of you. Like it was a trade deal or a transaction and not like he'd been fucking you stupid every time he got you alone. It was all for secrecy, he understood that, but it was still funny.

At the bottom of it all, the clipped and emotionless words and flowing business speak, was your address and your phone number.

In case you'd be interested in a continuation, it said. Ending in your name. Just the first one. The only hint anyone would have that this was anything other than work, should any unwanted eyes find their way onto this page. They wouldn't, Ghost was far too careful to let that happen, but still. The only slip you’d made.

It takes a surprising amount of courage to end up at your door. More, he feels, then it takes to stare down the barrel of a gun.

The apartment building is smaller than what he would have expected from someone with your salary, but he wasn't one to judge. His own flat was barely more than a shoebox. Just enough space to keep the walls from closing in when he stared at them too hard and enough to hold what few possessions he had to his name.

He's not sure if you'll be awake when he finally knocks. One glance at his phone tells him that much. Ghost had decided not to text you before he showed up, either. Somehow that felt more intimate than anything else. A trapdoor in his walls that he wasn't willing to address just yet. Or open.

When you appear through the doorway, he nearly collapses on the spot.

Your in a fucking skirt.

Maybe it shouldn’t have been such a shock but in all the months you'd worked together you'd always dressed practically, more or less. The leggings you favored would probably be considered less, but it was always trousers of some sort. Dress pants, a button down shirt, hair pulled back. Ready at a moment's notice, as you needed to be to survive in this life. A perfect mirror of Laswell. The person you worked under and the reason you two had met in the first place.

But here? Now? In your own home with the only danger being bad TV and loud neighbors you looked so much different.

You favored black in your style, something that drew Ghost in, something Johnny would relentlessly tease him about, and it showed even outside of work. The skirt was that color. Solid black, flowing gently around your thighs, topped with a simple forest green tank top with thin straps and no bra. Your hair was loose and your glasses were nowhere to be seen, leaving your eyes wide and shining.

The way you gasped snapped his gaze from your body, your thighs and your hips, up to your face.

"Simon?" You ask softly, like you weren't sure it was really him. Like you expected anyone else to show up in the dead of night with a skull print balaclava covering their face.

"Evenin', love."

You curl in on yourself. Bashful. Shy. Looking up at him through fluttering lashes, hands tucked up by your breasts. The way you always looked when he approached you with sinful intentions.

Heat pooled low in Ghost’s stomach as he leaned forward, his hands tucked away in his pockets, his eyes dark and heavy.

"Gonna invite me in?" He breathes, knowing damn well what his voice does to you when he speaks like that. The reaction in you was instant. The rapid blinks, the shaking breath. The little nod as you took a few steps back, opening the door wider to let his massive form through the frame. He steps inside slowly. Letting his eyes roam the walls and furniture. Cataloging every little knickknack and art piece and surface he'll be able to bend you over once he finally puts his hands on you.

Your voice draws his gaze back to you.

"I… I didn't think you'd show up," you say, trying to sound casual. Trying to sound like this was planned and not simply offered a few weeks ago with no reply given.

He doesn't give you one now, either. Instead he takes a step closer to you. Closing the distance in one swift motion, causing you to press your spine into the half wall that separates the kitchen from the living room. You're blinking again, trying to gather your thoughts as his hands settle on your waist, palms warm and fingers strong. Ghost’s digits press into your flesh as he hums and leans back, clearly enraptured by the outfit you chose for your quiet night in.

"Look good in this," he mutters. His right hand shifts, sliding lower over your thigh, just enough to slip under the skirt and start a slow, teasing trail back up to your leg.

"Y-you think?" You ask, biting your bottom lip when his hooded eyes meet yours.

"Yeah." His fingers slip up and behind you, pulling you forward, chest flush against his with his hand now cupping your ass. "I do. Think you should wear it more often."

He feels the shiver that rolls up your spine as he speaks. Smirks when your hands reach up to grab at his jacket. Pulls the hand still on your waist away just long enough to push back his hood and tug up the end of his mask. He settles it on your shoulder instead of your hip, however, and slides it up along your neck and into your hair, taking a fistfull and using it to tug your head back.

Your breathless gasp makes him rumble low in his chest. Something between a growl, a hum, and a grunt. Ghost leans forward, his tongue slipping through his lips and marking a wet trail up your pulse.

The little whine you let out makes him shudder and he sucks in a hissing breath through his teeth as his mouth reaches your jaw.

He'd never tell you, never admit it, but he missed this. Missed you. Your reactions, your sounds, the taste and feel of your skin. He'd been in this apartment for less than five minutes and already felt like he was gonna split apart at the seams if he didn't have his cock buried in you in the next two.

The next breath he takes is punctuated by a groan and he uses the hand on your ass to lift you off your feet. He lets the other take hold of your thigh to keep you steady as you make a noise of surprise and wrap your legs around his hips.

"Bed. Where?" Is all he says, his lips parted and panting against your cheek as he speaks.

Moments later your back is hitting the mattress. Ghost is already reaching under the skirt by the time you push yourself up onto your elbows, yanking away your panties and tossing them somewhere into the room. He crawls over you, hands sliding up the backs of your thighs, lifting them into the air so your skirt flops up against your stomach, revealing your newly naked sex to him.

He groans again, low and slow, head tilting as his right hand slips away from your leg and down towards the slick heat that had been torturing you for hours.

"So wet already?" He teases. Ghost chuckles when his touch makes you jerk, his fingers just barely grazing your clit and making you whimper.

"I…," your gaze slips away from him, your flushed cheeks only getting hotter as you confess, "I've been… thinking about you… all day." A startled cry leaves you when he plunges two fingers in without warning. There was no resistance at all. Just a loud, wet noise as he slowly drags them back out and presses in again.

"Aww… thinkin' bout me? How sweet," he purrs, leaning in close to watch your face twist with pleasure. "To think that's all it takes to get you so worked up." Your eyes, which had twisted shut at the pleasurable stretch of his fingers, peel open just a bit to look at him. Plead with him. Beg him silently for more.

Luckily he's always been able to read you like a book. That's what led to this arraignment in the first place.

"Want more, love?" You whimper, nodding weakly. "Want my cock?"

"Y-yes."

"Yes what, sweetheart?"

"Yes, sir."

You didn't take orders from him. He wasn't your superior in the field and, in all honesty, he was totally fine with that. There was no way he'd be able to keep focus with that sweet voice calling out to him. All it would take was one little 'sir' over the comms and he'd be done for. That's why he made you use it here. Where only he could hear it.

Both of his hands leave your body and you'd have protested if you didn't push yourself up farther to watch him work at his belt. In one fluid motion it joins your panties across the room and you sink your teeth into your lip to hide the moan that draws out of you. The sight of his dick, fully hard and already leaking, pulls another free. One you don't hide from him.

Ghost crawls over you again, tucking his thumbs into the straps of your tank top and pulling them down your shoulders. He tugs just far enough for your breasts to be freed. Another shiver rolls through you when he licks his lips.

"Simon," you whimper, reaching up to dig your fingers into his biceps. "Please." His newly shining mouth twitches into a smirk and he tilts his head for a moment, brows raising with the motion.

"Since you asked so nicely."

You'd hate how cocky he acted if he wasn't so fucking attractive and if his actual cock wasn't pushing into you.

Your eyes flutter shut again as you gasp, your back arching off the mattress as the solid heat of him fills you. Ghost takes the opportunity to slide his arms under you and pull you close, his face hidden in your shoulder, his breathing short and shallow as you stretch around him. It takes a few careful thrusts to get him all the way inside. Slow drags a few inches back, then a steady roll of his hips until his pelvis is pressed against yours.

"Ffffffuck, sweetheart… fuckin' hell-"

He only gives you a few short seconds before he's thrusting. Filling the room with the harsh slap of his skin on yours, the wet squish of your slick, and the echoing moans you can no longer contain.

"Si-Simon! Fu-ahhh! Fuck!"

He's not quiet either, to your surprise. In the past, you'd both been at risk of being caught. On base, hidden between paper thin walls, surrounded by other soldiers. Ghost's self control was honestly impressive, but he had to silence you in anyway he could. Either with his mouth on yours, his fingers down your throat, or just his palm slapped over your lips.

Yet here, in your own home, he's just as bad as you. Moaning freely, cursing and whining along with you, groaning deeply as he sucks at the soft skin of your throat. His teeth sink into your flesh and you clench around him, making him pull away with a gasp.

"Ffuuu… fuck… like that, do you?" He leans forward again, lower than before, leaving a harsh red mark over your collarbone.

One of his arms wiggles free from under you and his fingers appear at your clit, making you nearly sob at the sudden friction. Before you know it your panting and moaning, nearly falling to pieces as heat coils in your abdomen, threatening to toss you over the cliff and straight into oblivion.

You grunt, gasp, curl your legs up around Ghost's waist, then throw your head back with a hoarse cry, eyes shut tight as you cum.

Ghost only stops for a handful of seconds. Long enough to lean himself back on his knees with a grunt, his hands taking hold of your hips. Then, before you've even come back down to earth, he's fucking you again. Deep, hard strokes that have your already muddy thoughts washing away in bliss.

Your orgasm drags on and on as he chases his own high, leaving you a weak, whimpering mess as he manhandles you back into his thrusts. Not much later, he's curling over you again, his eyes clenched shut and lips parted. He rolls his his again, two, three more times. Then his shoulders shake and he moans lowly, his face suddenly slack with relief. You finally fall limp a few trembling seconds later. Utterly boneless beneath him.

The pair of you stay there for a while.

Ghost lets himself lean into you, laying mostly on his side, still buried to the hilt in the mess you both made. One of his arms found its way under you again, holding you close to his chest as he breathes slowly and evenly. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was asleep. But you did know better and you grunted softly as you tried to shift your legs.

"Alright, love?" He calls softly, his head raising just enough to look at you through the darkness. He hadn't turned the light on when he'd carried you in here. It would have wasted time.

"Y-yeah… feel like jelly…" you say, still sounding and feeling breathless. You swallow, throat dry, and twist in his grasp, making him groan quietly as his soft cock finally slips free of you.

He twists as well, moving you until you're curling against his chest, sweaty and sticky and satisfied.

"Gonna be able to make it to round two?" He asks teasingly.

You groan. "There's gonna be more?" It's playful. You know perfectly well how much it takes to satiate him. Ghost chuckles and you can't fight back the grin that bunches your cheeks in response.

"I just got here, sweetheart. Maybe if you hadn't worn a skirt…"

"Maybe if you'd given me a warning I could have changed." You wouldn't have, both of you know that. "My number was on that page too, Riley. Use it next time."

You couldn't see the way his jaw clenched when you said that. The way his eyes shifted through the shadows, wondering… thinking… considering the consequences.

Luckily, your hand trailing down his chest, over his jacket, pushes thoughts ever present fears away.

"You should take this off."

"You just wanna see my tits." He speaks before he thinks and it makes you laugh. A full, bright laugh that he's never heard from you before. Not that there's much place for laughter when he's got a gun in his hands and you've got lives on the line.

It makes him smile. Just a little. Not where you can see. The sultry smirks and teasing grins were easy, this kind of smile was different. Softer. It's gone as you tilt your head back to beam at him, not a single worry behind your eyes.

"Well, you saw mine. It's only fair."

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sairee · 10 months

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Are you warm enough? (Ghost x Soap)

After an unfortunate slip in a frozen lake, Soap can’t seem to warm up fast enough. Ghost offers his body to speed up the process.

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The mission they were on was going fairly smoothly as anticipated. The 141 had travelled to the Swiss mountains hoping to track down a money launderer helping to fund terrorists in the Middle East. Ghost and Soap had mowed down a dozen guards on their way to find their target, bursting through the door he had barricaded himself against.

The man hastily made his escape out the back door, throwing a chair towards them as if it would slow them down. He burst out of the door and started sprinting through the snow, knowing it was his last and only chance to get away.

Soap and Ghost weren’t going to let him.

As Soap sprinted after the man, he fired a few warning shots into the air. It was mostly to scare him as they needed to bring him back alive. The man sprinted across a wide meadow, Soap nearly on his tail. He was so preoccupied with trying to catch their target that he didn’t notice Ghost was no longer behind him.

Three things happened at the same time:

Their target stopped abruptly, staring down at the ground, eyes wide with horror.

Ghost yelled for Soap to stop.

The hidden ice underneath his feet shattered.

Soap dropped like a rock, his heart leaping out of his chest. He was instantly submerged and freezing cold water and fought with every ounce of his strength to not take a breath in.

The water felt like a million tiny knives piercing into Soap’s skin, relentless and unforgiving. In the the disorienting darkness, Soap frantically kicked his legs and reached upwards towards the light above him, desperate to swim up, but his gear and clothes only continued to weigh him down.

All of a sudden, a rough hand grasped his wrist and pulled him up forcefully. Soap broke out from the water, gasping for air.

In front of him, Ghost was laying on an intact section of the ice on his stomach, holding Soap up by his arm. Soap lifted both arms up so he was gripping onto the edge of the ice.

He floated there still as a rock, as any movement only reminded Soap of how cold the water was sent more waves of piercing knives to cut his skin. Soap could feel his brain become flustered and disorganized as pure survival took over his mind. His body was already shaking uncontrollably. his teeth chattering audibly.

“We’re gonna take this slow, Johnny...” Ghost said, a confident and reassuring tone to his voice.

Soap let himself have only a moment of panic before he looked onto Ghost’s eyes. Their steady presence calmed Soap down and he took a shuddering breath, even the air feeling too cold for his lungs. Soap nodded.

Slowly, Soap let his feet float to the top of the water and he began to slide more of his body onto the ice. Ghost kept a solid grip on his wrist and helped to pull him out of the water, inch by inch.

Once Soap was finally out, the two of them carefully made their way across the ice, keeping their bodies low and their weight evenly distributed, until they were on stable ground once again.

Soap could barely push himself off the ground, that was how bad he was shivering. His knees buckled slightly and Ghost caught him with an arm around his waist before he fell.

Soap turned back to the ice, searching for any sign of their target. Ghost also turned around, his eyes hardening at the scene of the empty meadow.

“He’s gone,” Ghost stated abruptly. “There.” Ghost pointed to a small black dot in the distance. It was a login cabin nestled between two surrounding trees along the edge of the hidden lake.

“Wh-who’s cabin is t-that?” Soap asked, his teeth chattering loudly.

“Not important,” Ghost replied. “What’s important is getting you there. Now.”

The two of them trudged along the edge of the lake, Ghost practically having to carry Soap at some parts as he felt his body start to shut down from the cold. Barely able to think straight, somehow the two of them made it to the front door.

Ghost tried the knob, but it was locked. Without a second thought, he immediately thrust his foot forward and kicked at the door which swung open easily. He ushered Soap inside and closed the door.

Ghost ran into the washroom and tried to turn on the shower, a frustrated slew of curse words leaving his mouth as nothing came out. He tried the tap to the sink - same thing. He looked around frantically before locking his eyes onto another room.

“Bedroom,” he commanded, pulling Soap along with him.

Soap’s hands had turned numb and he noticed his lips were a scary-looking blue as he passed a small mirror.

Ghost ripped open the draws of the dresser along the wall and frantically grabbed a set of clothes. He also found a towel and walked over to where Soap was standing.

“Let’s get these off...” Ghost muttered quietly, his hands deftly unfastening Soap’s vest and raising it over his head. Soap tried to help, but his hands uselessly clawed at the the fabric, unable to grip anything tightly.

“Sorry...” Soap mumbled apologetically. “Sorry...”

“Don’t be sorry,” Ghost said, quickly unfastening Soap’s belt.

Ghost pulled off Soap’s sweater and shirt, awkwardly trying to maneuver Soap’s arms as the wet fabric stuck to his body. He then moved to pull down his pants. Once both items were off, Ghost roughly rubbed the towel over him to dry him off.

If Soap wasn’t so miserable and still shaking like a leaf, he would have been able to focus more clearly on the way Ghost’s hands dragged over his body, his chest, his arms, his thighs.

Once his body was mostly dry, Ghost pulled the towel back. His eyes quickly flicked down to Soap’s wet underwear before raising up to look at Soap again. If Soap weren’t so out of it, he could have sworn he saw a faint blush creep across the top of Ghost’s cheeks underneath his eyes.

Ghost handed him the change of clothes.

“I trust your good to do this yourself?” he asked, averting his eyes. “I’ll... I’ll just give you some privacy.”

Ghost turned around, leaving Soap standing there, clothes in hand. He shuffled out of his wet underwear and pulled on the grey sweatpants and white t-shirt he was given that fit surprisingly well.

“Okay...” Soap said quietly, to which Ghost turned back around. He stared over Soap’s shoulder.

“The bed. Get in the bed.”

Ghost helped direct him to lay in the bed and pulled the covers over Soap. Soap lay there shivering.

The cabin wasn’t heated, but it was slightly insulation and offered protection from the wind. But still, all he had was this scratchy blanket. Having lost all of its heat, his body was shivering underneath the blanket, barely warming it up.

Soap laid there there for a while, praying for warmth that never seemed to come. He weakly rubbed at his arms, trying to create friction. Even though his back was turned, Soap could still feel Ghost’s eyes watching him.

“We need to leave soon,” Ghost said. “Meet up with Price in 20. Tell him what happened.”

Soap didn’t respond, instead just pulling the covers tighter around his body. It was silent for a few moments before Ghost spoke again.

“Are you warming up?” he asked.

“Not really...” Soap responded, tracing his thumb over the back of his palm, unable to feel anything.

It was silent for a few more seconds then Soap heard shuffling behind his back. All of a sudden, the bed dipped underneath someone’s weight and the comforter was pulled up. A warm body pressed up against Soap’s back and a pair of firm arms wrapped securely around his waist.

Soap could feel his heart start to beat faster as Ghost pulled their bodies closer together. He felt incredibly small wrapped up in Ghost’s arms and being crowded by the larger mans body.

But it was so warm.

Soap involuntarily relaxed into the touch as waves of heat rippled off Ghost’s body and onto his own. He could feel the fabric of Ghost’s mask pressing gently into the back of his neck.

“We have a rendezvous point to make,” Ghost murmured against Soap’s skin. “This will speed up the process.”

“Right...” Soap responded, flickering doubt entering his mind.

Soap wasn’t stupid. He knew there was something between the two of them. There had been for a while.

It was evident in the way that Ghost flicked his eyes down to Soap’s lips when they stood closer than normal. It was the stolen touches that could always be explained away or given an excuse for. They seemed to dance around each other, the weight of this unspoken thing between them almost to heavy for words to make sense of.

Soap looked down at Ghost’s hand that he could feel was resting lightly on his stomach. Soap hesitated with his hand hovering overtop, unsure if he’d have the courage. Before he could talk himself out of it, Soap laced his hand overtop of Ghost’s.

Ghost didn’t stir.

The exhaustion of the mission suddenly crept up on him and he felt his eyes start to droop. His breathing came even and deep and soon Soap could feel himself beginning to slip away. The last thing he remembered before falling asleep was Ghost’s arms wrapping tighter around his waist.

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Soap awoke with heavy eyelids. He didn’t know how much time had passed, but it was definitely long past when they were supposed to meet back up with Price. Ghost’s arms were still wrapped around him and his heart beat against Soap’s back, steady and strong.

Soap could feel his hands and toes again, the freezing waters that submerged him feeling like a long ago dream.

Ghost’s breathing came out in slow, little puffs and Soap knew he had fallen asleep as well. Yearning pulled at his heart as he lay there. The piercing cold had been replaced with a burning sensation that sent jolts of electricity everywhere they were touching.

Soap slowly turned around, feeling like his heart was going to leap out of his throat, and faced Ghost. His movement stirred Ghost awake and he blinked drearily a few times. He then locked eyes onto Soap.

His brown eyes were so beautiful, full of expression, and looked at Soap with his full attention. Soap wanted to get lost in those eyes forever.

“So... Price...” Soap muttered, no really sure what he wanted to say.

Ghost looked around as if realizing he’d just fallen asleep. “Oh, right...” he said, the usual confidence of his words missing. “It’s... I’m sure everything is alright. We can leave once you’re better.” He looked back at Soap, staring deeply into his eyes. “Are you warm enough?”

Soap didn’t want this to end. He wanted to stay wrapped in Ghost’s arms, feeling safe and secure in his touch.

“No...” Soap lied.

Ghost looked at him in silence, a flash of something undiscernible behind his eyes. He squinted his eyes slightly as if trying to figure out a puzzle. His eyes flicked down to Soap’s lips for half a second making Soap’s heart skip a beat.

“Okay...” Ghost said, leaving it with a single word.

“Can we stay like this a little longer?” Soap asked, worried about pushing it to far, and subsequently pushing Ghost away as well.

“I’ll be here as long as you need, Johnny.”

Soap tucked his face into Ghost’s neck bringing their bodies close together again. He took several deep breaths, taking in the feel of Ghost pressed up against him and they way he smelled.

Raging need surged through Soap. He needed Ghost. He needed his lips. He needed his touch. He needed Ghost to take his body and take his life. He traced a hand down Ghost’s chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath his fingertips. He moved his hand up Ghost’s chest, across his collar bone, and to the base of his neck. He touched the edge of the mask.

Slowly, he slipped one finger underneath the mask, feeling the smooth skin underneath. He began to raise his hand, shifting the mask up with it.

Ghost gently put his hand overtop of Soap’s, stopping his movement. His eyes flickered with hesitation as he looked down at Soap.

“Trust me...” Soap urged quietly, staring deeply back into Ghost’s eyes. After a few tense seconds, Ghost released his grip.

Soap continued to lift the mask over his neck. He rolled it over Ghost’s lips which were a delish shade of pink and begging to be kissed. He stopped just as the mask revealed the tip of his nose.

Ghost carefully watched Soap, his gaze unwavering.

Soap ran a gentle hand down the side of Ghost’s neck. Underneath his fingers, Soap could feel Ghost’s heart beating faster than normal.

Soap leaned in and pressed a feather-light kiss to Ghost’s neck. Ghost tensed his body and sharply inhaled, his arms wrapping tighter around Soap’s waist. Soap pressed another kiss to his neck.

“Tell me to stop...” Soap murmured against his skin. He pressed a kiss to the underside of Ghost’s jaw. “If you tell me to stop, I will.”

Ghost’s breathing was coming out heavier now, his chest rising and falling deeply. He screwed his eyes shut for a moment and lifted his chin up higher.

Soap trailed kisses down his jaw, his heart squeezing happily. He kissed Ghost’s chin and paused, looking up at Ghost. He leaned forward, an inch away Ghost’s lips.

“Do you want me to stop?” Soap asked.

Ghost let out a shuddering breath, the warmth blowing across Soap’s skin. He flicked his eyes down to Soap’s lips again then back up. Soap could see the internal struggle behind Ghost’s eyes - the longing, the fear, the uncertainty.

Soap cupped the side of Ghost’s face and rubbed his thumb up and down his cheek as he waited for an answer. Something seemed to shift inside Ghost, and his body visibly relaxed.

“No...” he breathed out.

Hearing what he needed to hear, Soap leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Ghost’s lips. It was everything he’d been fantasizing about for so long. Ghost hesitated for a second before moving his lips against Soap’s.

Their lips moved sweetly together, carefully feeling each other out. He nipped at Ghost’s lips, getting lost in the way he tasted.

Soap slipped a small bit of tongue into the kiss, wanting to tease Ghost. Like a switch was flipped, Ghost instantly deepened the kiss, pushing back against Soap. Before he knew what was happening, Ghost had unwrapped his arms around Soap and shifted his position.

He pushed Soap back down against the bed and pulled his body over Soap’s. Ghost gripped Soap’s hip tightly, holding him in place, the other hand propping him up against the bed.

Soap let his hands fall down Ghost’s chest, feeling the taut muscle underneath his clothes. They dropped lower and lower until they felt Ghost’s hard abs flex and relax underneath his touch.

Ghost trailed desperate kisses down Soap’s neck, a small gasp of pleasure escaping his lips. He closed his eyes as all thoughts became impossible.

“Simon....” Soap breathed out. He could feel a small blush start to creep over his cheeks. He gripped onto Ghost's shirt, wanting to keep him there forever.

Ghost slowed his kisses and looked down at Soap, his eyes blown out as he raked his gaze over Soap’s body. A twinkle in his eyes lit up and the corner of his mouth upturned in a small smirk.

“Are you warm enough, now?” Ghost asked.

Soap could feel the blush creep further on his cheeks as his mind filled with the filthiest thoughts he could imagine. He smiled.

“Yeah, I think I am now.”

Ghost let out a breathy chuckle and leaned in close again. “Glad I could help,” he said, pressing their lips together again.

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