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Watching Ghost's tail thump against the sofa as he was working was somewhat therapeutic for Soap. He loved the way that despise Ghost's emotionless face Soap could tell what he was thinking through his ears and tail. Ghost seemed to be irritated due to the restlessness of his tail and the slight twitching of his ears. After a while though, the tail began to still, and as it did Ghost turned to Soap, his brows scrunched.
“I can’t focus with your eyes glued to me, Johnny.”
“Sorry! It's jus’ that yer tail is so cute,” Soap groaned, moving up the sofa next to Ghost and wrapping his arms around the larger man.
Ghosts grunted, pushing Soap off of him. “Not now, Johnny, I need to finish this paperwork. If you keep distracting me, it will take a lot longer than it has to.”
“Aye.” Soap frowned, “But could Ah stay next to you while ye get it done?”
“Fine. Just don’t bother me.” Ghost replied, turning his eyes back to the folder in his lap.
“Fine by me, I'm gonna go grab a snack, and Ah’ll be right back.” Soap got up, swiftly pressing a kiss into Ghost's hair.
…
Soap returned, a protein bar in hand, and jumped onto the sofa, grabbing the remote and switching on whatever channel was playing on the tv.
The noise of the tv was low, so it didn't bother Ghost all that much. What did start to bother Ghost, however, was the way Johnny was leaning against his shoulder and stroking his tail, sending small shivers up his spine.
Ghost had the folders in his lap, his legs propped up onto the ottoman in front of the sofa. Johnny’s small touches weren’t directly obstructing his ability to work, so he decided to just act unphased and continue with his work.
Half an hour or so passed, yet the documents he needed to sift through seemed endless. It was all information regarding missions and the new recruits that he would be taking care of once he was back off his leave. Johnny didn’t mind that he was taking so long, and he just appreciated being able to be next to Ghost rather than away from him.
Another obstacle came to obstruct Ghost's focus. Johnny had stopped petting his tail, but his hand was now at the base of his neck, creeping up and settling between his ears.
Then, as if it wasn't distracting enough, Johnny began gently scratching his hair between his cat ears. Ghost shut his eyes, focusing on the sensation of Soap’s hand in his hair. He leaned into the touch, and in response, Soap moved his hand right behind Ghost's left ear, scratching the base and rubbing his fingers across the short fur there.
Johnny pulled away his hand and Ghost turned to him, upset at the sudden loss of touch. Johnny was smirking. Fucking hell.
“Ye need to go back to yer paperwork! No distractions, remember?”
Ghost put down the folder and pen onto the floor, pushing Johnny down onto him, Ghost pressed against the sofa.
“You little shit, you expect me to keep working while touching me like that?”
“What, do ye want me to keep going?”
“Mmm,” Ghost replied, aggressively pressing his lips to Soap’s and taking them in a messy kiss. Johnny responded by bringing his hands up Ghost's stomach, shifting one up under his shirt, and the other into his hair.
When he began scratching his hair like before, Soap noticed that Ghost groaned slightly into their kiss. He couldn't see it, but he knew that when Ghost was like this, the nape of his neck would be dusted in a dark blush. Johnny could feel his cold fingers press onto the searing heat of Ghost's neck. Their lips separated, and Ghost immediately moved his nose into the corner of Soap's neck, licking and biting the soft skin with his rough tongue and sharp teeth.
Soap moaned, moving his hand down to the hem of Ghost's trousers.
“Can I?” He asked.
“Yes, please, Johnny.” Ghost consented, continuing to leave marks at the base of Soap’s neck.
Soap pushed up Ghost’s shirt to reveal his lower abs, then pulled down his sweatpants, palming the growing heat between his legs, eliciting a stifled moan from Ghost, whose mouth was still pressed onto Soap’s collarbone. Whenever Ghost would make noises with his mouth pressed against Soap, he could feel the soft vibrations against his skin. The feeling was addicting.
He kept teasing, brushing his fingers across the fabric of Ghost's boxers and occasionally pressing lightly onto Ghost's clothed cock, which was fully hard at this point.
“Fuck, Johnny, I need more.” Simon groaned into Johnny’s jaw, right under his ear, which caused Soap to shudder in response.
At Ghost's request, Johnny pulled down Ghost's trousers and boxers in one go, allowing his dick to spring free. It was violently red at the tip, slightly curved elegantly, leaking slightly onto Johnny’s hand. Johnny experimentally tugged on it, and when it caused a low mewl to slip from Ghost's lips, Johnny kept going.
“Ye wanna dae jus’ this today?” Johnny asked attentively, stroking Ghost slowly.
“No..” Ghost groaned, hips rutting into Soap’s hand, desperate for more friction.
“Dontcha have work to get done today?”
“Fuck you, Johnny, its your fault we’re doing this.” Ghost grunted, pulling Soap’s n.
“Yeah, but ye wouldn't want it any other way.” Soap replied, pressing a kiss into Ghost's hair. He quickly spit into his hand, and reached for Ghost's dick, beginning to pump him harder and rougher.
“F-fuck.. Fucking hell..” Ghost muttered, his lips pressed against the crook of Soap’s neck.
“Dae ye want me t’ make you cum, just like ‘is?”
“N-No..” Ghost whined, “I need you t-to fuck me..”
“No reason why we can’t dae both,” Soap smirked, working his hand at a faster speed, and the filthy sound of his spit-slicked hand rubbing against Ghost's cock, along with Ghost's small whimpers, filled the room.
Shortly after, Ghost came to a climax, cumming across his and Soap’s stomachs. Soap kept stroking him through the wave of pleasure, and kept his hand wrapped around Ghost's cock, even though he was shivering from the overstimulation.
“Mmph..” Ghost groaned, his head tilted back and eyes blissed out. His tail was completely tired, resting atop Soap’s thighs.
“Ye wanna keep going?” Johnny asked, still stroking Ghost’s cock slowly, leaning down to press a kiss against Ghost's hair, then ears.
Despite the fact that Ghost was limp with exhaustion and pleasure, he still nodded in consent. Johnny smirked, releasing Ghost’s dick from his grip and moving to take Ghost's shirt off, pulling his trousers and boxers off in one swift motion.
Ghost was gorgeous completely stark, Johnny thought. As opposed to his usual masked self, when Simon was like this Soap could see the way his body responded to his touches and words: the way his dick would twitch in anticipation, and the slight arching of his back that showed just how desperate he was for Johnny to be inside him.
Soap shifted off the sofa to quickly grab lube and condoms, and upon returning he was met with an extremely lewd sight.
Ghost was fully turned over on the sofa, his tail stretched up in invitation, and his face pressed against a pillow. His legs were spread, his whole body yearning for friction He was very loudly purring, keening for Soap to come up behind him and plough into him.
“Jesus, ye look so fucking hot, Simon.”
Soap quickly took off his shirt, and slid his trousers off, leaving only his boxer briefs. He came up behind Ghost, rubbing his fingers at the base of his tail and watching the way the tail stood up from the feeling.
Ghost keened, “Fucks sake, Johnny, I cant wait any longer.”
Soap smirked, “Ask nicely and I’ll think about it.”
“Fuck,” He paused. At this point Ghost was too focused on pleasure to be embarrassed, “Please- please fuck me, Johnny.”
“That's more like it,” Johnny chuckled under his breath. He grabbed the lube, warming it between his fingers as Ghost awaited in anticipation. “You’re so pretty.”
“How much longer are you going to make me wai- ahh- '' Ghost was interrupted by Soap suddenly prodding his finger into his hole.
“Don’t be impatient and I’ll give you what you want, yeah?” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the base of Ghost’s tail, pressing another finger into him. This caused Ghost to arch his back further, trying to push himself more onto Johnny’s fingers, which were only halfway in.
Soap obliged, pushing his fingers fully into the warm heat and stretching them apart to make space for a third finger.
“I.. I don’t need a third finger. Please, Johnny, just enter me now.”
“You sure? You’re not fully stretched out yet,” Soap insisted.
“I’m sure. I’m gonna lose my bloody fucking mind if you do not fuck me right this instant.”
Then, Soap complied by removing his fingers, and while the sudden absence of Johnny’s touch made Ghost shortly regret begging. Soap pressed the tip of his dick against Ghost’s hole, teasing him further by not pushing it in just yet.
“Johnny, if you don-“ Ghost was interrupted by Johnny pushing his dick to the hilt in one go. It made every part of his body feel weak at being filled all at once. Johnny ran his hands up and down Ghost’s back, calming him slightly, all before thrusting into him again. The lube helped the glide feel smoother, yet it didn’t negate the overwhelmingly filling sensation of having Johnny inside him.
Johnny’s pace was slow, he took his time to appreciate the way Ghost squirmed under him, and how his hole would flutter when Johnny pressed his thumb against it.
Soap was quite well endowed, his large size even turning off partners in the past, but not Ghost— who loved the way they perfectly fit together, and the numbing pleasure he felt when Johnny was pushed inside him fully. The slow speed wasn't enough though, Ghost’s body wanted more, needed more.
“You want me to go faster?” Soap groaned, continuing to roll his hips and an excruciatingly low momentum. Ghost nodded in reply, and Soap's pace began to pick up. Ghost’s back arched all of a sudden; Johnny was hitting the best spot. Fucking hell.
“You’re feeling me so well,” Soap muttered, ramming in at the angle that he knew made Ghost’s entire body feel weak. Almost every thrust sent jolts across Ghost’s body, to the point where tears were running down his eyes and nothing but whimpers made it past his lips.
“I’m close!” moaned Ghost, burying his face into the pillow. In response, Johnny reached under Ghost, grabbing his dick and rubbing it in time with the thrusts. The pace was almost brutal now, and the noise of Soap thrusting in while stroking Ghost’s cock hard was nothing but filthy. Ghost was sprawled out under him, the sight obscene, taking every thrust with no resistance. His tail was curled around one of Johnny’s arms, and his ears were pointed back and flat against his hair.
Soon after Ghost could not handle the incessant waves of pleasure, and came all over Johnny’s hand, drops of it making onto the blanket under him.
However, Johnny’s pace did not cease. He kept roughly thrusting in, and Ghost was unable to do anything but sob Johnny’s name from the overstimulation.
“F-fuck, I’m close, Simon,” Johnny groaned, finally cumming into Ghost, hips faltering in their momentum. He rode Ghost through his orgasm, still slowly rolling his hips despite his cock’s oversensitivity. Eventually his pace slowed, and he leaned forward to press small kisses up Ghost’s back, his dick still inside the other man.\
Once his kisses reached the arch of Ghost’s back, Soap slowly pulled out, a trail of cum and lube dripped onto the blanket beneath them. Ghost felt his knees unable to be held up, and fully laid down onto the sofa.
Johnny disappeared off into the bathroom, returning with his boxers on and lower body cleaned. He had a damp cloth in his hand, placing it on the coffee table and kneeling beside Ghost, who was practically knocked out from fatigue.
“Hey, Johnny.” Ghost muttered, his eyes looking drowsy with sleepiness.
“How’re ye doing?” Soap asked, kissing Ghost’s hair and cheek.
“I’m bloody fucking tired, you dont let up, do ya?” Ghost groaned, pushing his face back onto the pillow.
Johnny stood up, lightly petting Simon’s ears. “I’ll clean ye up, you don't have to worry about getting up.”
The last thing Ghost remembered was him nodding, before drifting off to sleep.
…
Simon woke up rather calmly. As opposed to his usual violent awakenings, this one was peaceful. As his thoughts clarified, he realised that there was a hand in his hair, slowly scratching his scalp and ears.
The pillow under him was firm but soft. He nuzzled into it further before realising that the pillow’s scent could only be Soap’s. As he opened his eyes he realised where he was.
In Soap’s lap.
“G’morning.” Soap grinned above him, trailing his hand from Ghost’s hair to cup his face. Ghost loved when he smiled. The warmth was very comforting. Johnny’s thumb rested on Ghost’s lips, rubbing delicately.
He placed his hand on Soaps, bringing his palm over his lips, silently pressing a few kisses into the soft skin. He then let go of Johnny’s hand, leaving it to still rest on his face.
“Morning, Johnny.” Ghost replied, relaxing his eyes by shutting them.
“Don’t you have paperwork to get done today?”
“Dont. Don't mention it, I don't wanna think about it.” Ghost complained, frowning. Johnny went to remove his hand, but Ghost swiftly grabbed it, bringing it back to his hair.
“Go back to doing what you were before.”
Johnny scratched behind Ghost’s ear, grinning, “So you dae like it when I touch yer ears.”
“Never denied it.” Ghost hummed, drifting back to sleep and relishing in the lulling sensation of Soap’s lovingly soft pets.