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tiny-elf-of-doom · 10 months

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All Soaped Up : COD

Simon needs some shelter on a stormy night in Scotland and ventured to Johnny’s place. A woman was supposed to indulge Lt in one of his fantasies, but disappeared without a word. It was a good thing Simon came around.

MDNI 🔞: sęx, shower, soap, suds, top!Ghost, bottom!Soap, riding, dirty talk, slight degradation, soft aftercare, and drinking.

An hour had passed since Simon had decided to stay the night at Soap’s house. It might not have afore mentioned, but Soap assumed it would be so. After clinking their glasses to a successful mission, the two rested on the sofa in search for a movie. Before Simon could even seat himself, however, Soap had to remove his cat from her signature pillow. She didn’t like Simon very much and the feeling was mutual.

If there was one thing the two men loved, it was military films. They were almost never realistic to some concerns while a choice few had them feeling proud to be soldiers. Soap was a bit of a movie hound, collecting DVDs over the past few years. The one they decided on was a 2012 release called Act of Valor. It wasn’t the most factual film, but it was a fun watch that kept them entertained.

Hostile situations, illegal weapon trading, and high risk situations were the daily occurrence for Simon and Soap, so watching Hollywood play on it was slightly humorous. Twenty minutes in, they reached a point in the film where the SEALs were heading for a hot extraction. It was a long, rough sequence, but action packed nonetheless. Soap appeared to be enjoying it far more than Simon, but then again, Simon felt something strange in the air since he came over.

“Come on, boys…” Soap whispered in anticipation. Then, as the truck crashed into the river, the boat came into view, blasting artillery at the enemy like a bat out of hell. “Now that’s how you make an escape!”

Simon felt Soap punch his shoulder and tried to hide the smile on his scarred lips. He loved seeing the man this excited, it was satisfying. A happy Soap was a good Soap.

“Speaking of escapes, do you mind if I take a quick shower?” Simon requested.

“Nah, go on. I think my disappearing hookup left her stuff in the bathroom last night. Feel free to use it, I’m probably not going to.” Soap replied, fixated on the film.

“That sounded like a lie,” Simon said, laughing at his own comment until he noticed the look on Soap’s face. There was a sudden burst of red igniting his cheeks. “Eh, you doing okay, Johnny? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that color before.”

“Yeah, I’m good,” he stuttered.

“You’re terrible at lying to your friends, Johnny.”

Soap swallowed a wad of spit, “I know.”

The Scotsman had something on his mind, possibly on his tongue, and Simon wanted to know what he wanted. Without valuing Soap’s space on the couch, the taller man scooted closer until there was only an inch or two between their legs. Soap inhaled sharply, feeling that red pigment travel down his neck. Unique reaction, Simon thought to himself.

“Johnny, what were you and that little lover gonna get up to?”

“What do you think?” Soap choked, “because I think you already know.”

“Maybe, in the grand scheme of hook-ups, but there’s a key detail to that date than you’re not letting on.” Simon laid a hand on his forearm, “I’m not gonna shame ya, I just want to help you out.”

“Help me out, eh?” a bead of sweat ran down the side of his face, “alright, I’ll give in. I invited her over because we both shared a liking for shower sex. Might be normal to have a wank under the showerhead, but I enjoy being cleaned, teased for being filthy then probed with products. Real naff, I know, but that’s the story…”

“Sounds reasonable.”

Suddenly, Simon was pressing his lips to Soap’s mouth. Such forwardness; his skin was still bitter from the cold, though the heat from his mouth was intoxicating. Soap could feel the scar on Simon’s lips. It was thick, deep set into his skin. As the kiss deepened, Soap found himself grasping his friend’s arms for stability, especially when the man’s tongue began to massage his own. Whimpers left Soap’s mouth in harmony with Simon’s husky groans.

Passion leaked from their kiss as Simon lifted Soap off the ground. It felt safe having his partner’s legs wrapped around his waist. They continued to attack one another’s lips on their way to the master bathroom, taking Simon very little effort to carry his partner. Once they stepped through the door, Soap was made to sit on the counter against the mirror. Simon loved how tightly he was being gripped by those incredible thighs. Sadly, he departed them to see what the shower lady had left.

“Let’s see,” Ghost hummed while reading each bottle carefully. “I’m noticing a theme: vanilla and brown sugar. ‘Might be mistaken, but I think she was trying to turn you into a sticky toffee pudding.”

“Probably,” Soap chuckled, “sounds about right. My nana used to make the best batch around the holidays…”

“Clothes off.” Simon barked, bringing soap back to the present. He rambled when he was nervous sometimes.

Soap paused for a moment, surprised by the demanding tone. Then, he noticed that familiar glint in Simon’s eyes. Blown pupils, lidded, full of desire. “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy,” Simon purred, “you’ve got clean manners, but I can’t say the same about the rest of you… don’t you worry, love, I’ll be sure you feel real pretty after all this.”

The Scotsman made no haste with removing his clothing, kicking the excess behind him towards the hamper before returning to Simon. Soap wanted to touch him, to remove the man's clothing with kisses trailing in his wake, but Simon refused his wishes.

"Nope, you're going to get that water warm, not smoldering, and you're going to wait for me facing the showerhead. Understood?"

Soap nodded, proceeding to step around Simon and open the glass door. Once the water came running out of the head, steam filled the room, even just for a moment to ease the tension in his bones, then it was lowered to a far more manageable temperature. The anticipation for Simon to enter the shower was driving Soap's erection far more than the act itself; hearing his soft grunts, seeing the silhouette through the steam, it was all very theatrical.

Then, a draft entered. Soap wouldn’t dare to look at Simon until he was told to, suddenly feeling more exposed than he normally did around his partner. What if Simon ran off after this, too?

"What's wrong, love?" Simon asked suddenly; chest pressed to Soap's back. "Your muscles are tense enough to cut metal."

"If you're intending on leaving after this, then maybe we shouldn't do it... I already had that one lady walk out on me, I can't have that with you, Simon. No hard feelings, mate, I just hate it when I blink and the person who was with me just vanishes after the fact."

Simon hummed in understanding, but grabbed the man's arms and pulled them over his head. Careful fingers began to pinch at both nipples, playing with the sensitive bundles of flesh until Soap let out a strangled gasp. Simon continued to mess with them, earning honey sweet coos from that pretty mouth.

"I'm going nowhere, Johnny. When I say I’m gonna stay, then I’m planted.”

A warmth pooled over Soap's chest, knowing his partner meant it. However, the feeling was short lived as Simon grabbed the black loofah left by the previous woman. He scrunched the material with a hefty dollop of cream until it was dripping bubbles onto the floor. From there, he dragged it up and down Soap's chest, making sure to get every crevice of his frame. He made sure to scrub along his arms, under his arms to the downward curve of muscle that met his abs. They were beautifully shaped and presented a groomed line of hair.

"Where does this lead to?" Simon teased, nipping at his neck.

"Somewhere I want your dick to be," Soap chuckled, but was turned and pressed to the wall.

Simon gave Soap's backside a harsh slap before positioning the loofah between his cheeks and beginning to scrub. Suds trailed down Soap's legs slowly as his moans filled the bathroom. This felt incredible, unlike anything he might have felt with a complete stranger. Simon was far more experienced with his partner, making the act far more personal.

"Gotta get ya nice and squeaky for me. ‘Promise I’m gonna put my dick in ya here in a minute," Simon explained, laughing when he felt Soap's back arch at his words.

"Please, sir..." Soap begged, "I'll soap up my cock while you're fucking me... I'll be your good boy, Lt..."

"Oh," Simon whispered into Soap's ear, "I know you will."

And as Simon lowered himself to the floor, Soap rinsed himself off and seated himself on his partner's lap. Using a healthy squirt of silicone lube, Simon coated himself and his needy partner before handing Soap a bar of, well, soap. Lowering himself onto the man's cock was a task considering it was a rather large specimen, but Simon was supportive all the way to the base.

Soap was careful at first, not wanting rush the sensations; that was until his body got a feeling for Simon’s cock and the assist of the textured soap. Everything within him was screaming at him to go for it. Soap wouldn’t argue and began to bounce roughly onto that egregious cock in his ass. Simon's calloused hands gripped the man's hips, meeting him in the middle of each thrust. Loud cries to pleasure flooded out of Soap's mouth like a waterfall of emotion. For the first time in a while, Simon was getting him closer and closer to peak.

"My dirty boy, fucking hell." Simon cursed, "'might just like you that way better... a dirty, slutty boy who just wants my cock.”

“I love your clock Lt… there’s nothing like it… soap my tuts won’t ya?”

Simon obliged, taking the left over bubbles and squeezing those abused nipples one more. That wicked scent of vanilla was intoxicating, but so pleasant. No wonder it was such a popular not in fragrances and bath shit.

Soap held nothing back the closet he got, riding so roughly that the skin of his knees was scraping the floor. Another clash of hips and Soap covered Simon's chest and stomach in white.

“Fuck! Simon! Yessir!” Soap screamed, squinting harshly.

Seeing his partner in such a state of bliss made Simon want to fuck the hell out of him again, just to catch him off guard, but he refused. Instead, he brought the man's head to his shoulder.

"I might really need a shower after all. You’ve got me all sticky, love.” Simon chuckled.

Both men settled into one another, enjoying their embrace when scratching abounded from the bathroom door followed by small mewls.

“Gonna have to feed the cat before we continue. Sorry, Lt.”

Simon shook his head. “You and your goddamn cat, Johnny.”

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