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Soap’s always had a bit of an oral fixation, always had something in his mouth.
Had picked up smoking early on, but quit after he found out his sister was pregnant and now chews gum.
No gum? Mints.
No mints? Any other sucker or candy will do.
None of that either? Well, he’s usually writing or drawing so the end of a pen or pencil works.
Empty handed? No he isn’t, his hands are just fine, thank you.
Didn’t matter what was going on, Soap had something in his mouth.
And at this exact moment, it was really pissing Ghost off. He had been trying for an hour or two to get this paperwork done and he had broken two pencils listening to Soap nibble and chew on whatever it was that he had in his mouth now.
The sergeant usually always had a pack of gum, or some mints or something quiet to have in his mouth but the last hour has been the clicking of a pen cap in his mouth and Ghost is about to burst a blood vessel.
“Sergeant.” He warned, growling and Soap looked up from his work.
“Everything alright, LT?” He asked, and Ghost sighed, running a hand over his face.
“Keep it down, would you?” Ghost sighed, a little nicer since Soap seemed to be completely oblivious to the noise he was making.
“Aye, Ghost.” Came his simple reply, the Scot going back to his work.
And for a time it was quiet, near silent other than his own deep and relaxed breaths and the muted ticking of the old clock on the wall. The soft and gentle sound of pen against paper as Ghost signed off on documents and wrote out reports.
And then it started up again. Just a click as the pen cap hit the sergeant's teeth. And then two more when he rolled it in thought. And then more when he tapped it. And more. And more and more andmoreandmoreandmore—
Ghost was about to do something drastic, the plastic pen in his hand straining under the pressure of his grip. He took a deep breath, taking in some oxygen to try and clear his head.
And then Soap wiggled the pen between his teeth, the clicking increasing in volume and in speed, and Ghost’s brain shut off entirely, stalking forward behind the sergeant.
The Scot finally looked up when he noticed Ghost’s shadow looming over him, completely oblivious to his noise.
“Ghost..?” He asked, a little concerned now that he had realized Ghost was looking at him with intent usually saved for the battlefield. “What’s wro—ngh!” Soap was quickly shut up when Ghost shoved two gloved fingers into Soap’s mouth, the Scot staring up at Ghost in disbelief.
“You have been clicking that stupid fucking pen against your teeth for an hour. Over an hour,” Ghost growled, absentmindedly shoving his fingers deeper into Soap’s mouth, a muffled noise of surprise leaving the Scot. “Is some peace and quiet too much to ask?” Ghost leaned in a little closer, a blush rising on Soap’s face now that everything was registering in his brain.
He shook his head, blushing high on his cheeks.
“Then why must I resort to this, Johnny?” Ghost emphasized his point by pushing his fingers deeper, almost reaching the back of his tongue. Soap unconsciously swallowed, Ghost groaning at the feeling.
Ghost could feel his sergeant’s saliva seeping into the fabric of his glove, could feel the warm puffs of breath as he slowly moved his fingers in and out, hearing Soap’s breath tick up.
Ghost squinted, taking in the sight of the man in front of him. Johnny was half turned around, his paperwork still in his lap, one leg hanging off the end of the small couch and his other stretched out over the cushion. Ghost also realized, with a sick sense of satisfaction, that Johnny was hard.
“Is this what you wanted? Did you drive me up the wall with your incessant clicking on purpose? So I would come over here and help you out, Johnny? Is that it?” Ghost rumbled, situating himself behind Soap on the couch, the Scot groaning at the words, trailing off into a whine as Ghost removed his fingers, bringing his hand back to take his glove off.
“S-Sorry, sir, I didn’t—” Soap stuttered, but was quickly shut up again when Ghost’s bare fingers were in his mouth. Ghost chuckled at the moan Soap let out, moving his fingers to trace Johnny’s molars, pushing down on his tongue and twisting his wrist to press up on his soft palate.
“I’m sure you are, Johnny,” Ghost sighed, sounding almost disappointed, and Soap made an ‘mmph’ noise in question before gasping and shuddering as Ghost’s other hand moved to palm him through his tan cargos. “Real sorry, huh?” The lieutenant palmed a little firmer, Johnny pushing up into his hand in return.
Ghost pressed his fingers under Johnny’s tongue, the man moaning when Ghost hooked his fingers over his lower jaw, pulling his mouth open and keeping it that way, feeling the saliva pool and flood over Soap’s bottom lip, hearing the Scot whine at the feeling.
“That what does it for you, sergeant? Having your superior finger fuck your mouth? Force you to drool all over yourself?” Ghost taunted, deft fingers pulling at Soap’s belt, the sound of clinking metal deafening in the office.
Soap made a noise of protest, Ghost removing his fingers, hearing Johnny pant in the silence.
“You all good, Johnny? Want me to stop?” Ghost checked in, hands frozen in place in case he did. Soap shook his head, leaning back against Ghost a little more.
“No, LT, I’m solid,” Soap sighed, relaxing a little more in Ghost’s hold.
“What do you want, then, Johnny?” Ghost teased, his hand coming back up to tease his fingers against Johnny’s lower lip, just barely where he wanted them. Soap leaned forward, a small needy noise leaving his lips. “Tell me, slag,” Ghost growled, and he could feel Soap shudder.
Soap’s hands braced on Ghost’s thighs, holding on for dear life as his lieutenant took him apart with just his voice and his hands.
“Want your fingers, want you to touch me,” Johnny replied, breathlessly, head leaned back to look up at Ghost through his eyelashes. And fuck if that didn’t spark something deep in Ghost’s gut.
Ghost easily slid his fingers back in Soap’s greedy mouth, the sergeant moaning. Ghost watched as his pretty face contorted with pleasure, brows furrowed as if Ghost already had a hand around his prick.
“This really does it for you, doesn’t it?” Ghost breathed, almost in disbelief, watching his sergeant squirm in his lap just because of his fingers.
Johnny nodded, humming around the fingers in his mouth, tongue brushing up against them now that Ghost had gone still in stunned awe. As soon as he felt that clever tongue move against him, he pushed his fingers back, hearing Soap whine again, squirming in his lap as Ghost moved his other hand back down, easily playing around the edges of Soap’s treasure trail.
Johnny kept looking up at Ghost, blinking slowly, eyes pleading. Do something, anything. Who was Ghost to deny him? He reached down to slip his hand over Soap’s briefs, the white cotton making it easy to see where Johnny had been leaking all over himself, a transparent window to his unfairly pretty dick.
“Fuck, Johnny, so wet for me,” Ghost hummed, the rumble of his voice going through Soap’s chest as well, reverberating in his skin. He whined, his hips canting up slightly, feeling Ghost’s hand brush over him, teasing.
Ghost chuckled, leaving feather light touches over Johnny’s cock, instead adding another finger to the mess in his mouth, three now moving around and pressing into the soft spots Johnny seemed to love. The Scot was a mess in his lap, muted moans and whining, squirming and doing his damndest to get Ghost’s hand around him.
Finally, the Brit let his hand slip under his waistband, Soap sighing into it, hips thrusting up in desperation.
“Relax, Soap. You’ll get what you want.” Ghost murmured, mouth right next to Soap’s ear, the Scot shuddering again, nodding around Ghost’s fingers. Ghost felt Johnny squirm, sitting up a little so Ghost wasn’t as hunched over, which the lieutenant’s lower back appreciated.
Johnny let himself relax more, his breathing evening out again now that Ghost’s hand was slowly tracing shapes into his hip, his other hand gently pressing against his tongue, every now and then tracing his teeth or pushing just a little deeper.
“If this is all it takes to keep you obedient I might have to do this more often,” Ghost chuckled, leaning over Soap’s shoulder in time to see him twitch in his briefs. “Like that, huh? Want me to shove my fingers in your greedy whore mouth whenever you mouth off? Show everyone how good you are for me?”
Soap whimpered, Ghost holding tightly onto his hip to keep him from bucking up.
“I’ll touch you when I think you’ve earned it, hm? Show me how good you can take my fingers, Johnny, and I’ll consider getting you off.” Ghost rumbled, and he heard Soap’s moan before feeling his tongue get to work, his cheeks hollowing and taking his fingers deeper, his tongue tracing every scar and ridge.
Ghost hummed, the hand on Johnny’s hip tracing his happy trail again. The Scot’s abs jumped at the attention, squirming some more.
“Be still, Johnny, I know you can be good for me,” Ghost chided, actively making it harder by dragging his hand down and slipping it back under Soap’s briefs, finally wrapping his hand around him. He dragged his loose fist up, stroking back down and feeling and watching through the precum stained briefs as Soap twitched again, precum beading and making more of a mess. Ghost moved his hand a little faster, taking in all of Soap’s noises.
Moans, groans, whimpers and whines, and Ghost would be hearing them in his dreams for months. Johnny was drooling now, spit dribbling down his chin, even with his head tilted back.
“Makin’ a mess, baby?” Ghost laughed cruelly, pulling his fingers back to make more of the pool spill, Johnny whining as he felt the neckline of his shirt dampen.
“Please, Ghost,” Johnny moaned, the Brit immediately tracing the Scot’s lower lip. He looked up and back at Ghost, and he could see how blown Johnny’s gray eyes were.
“Please, what?” Soap could hear Ghost’s smug smirk in his words, his hand moving slightly faster over the shorter man’s cock. The slick noise and the stuttery breath Johnny took prevented him from giving a real answer, but he just let out a short ‘hah’ before squeezing Ghost’s thighs, thrusting up into his grip.
“Fuck, please— Simon,” Johnny gasped, feeling Ghost run his thumb over his tip, dragging him closer and closer to cumming.
“Say it again, sweetheart,” Ghost groaned, grinding against Johnny’s back.
“Simon,” Johnny whimpered, Ghost speeding up his hand.
“Good fuckin’ boy,” Simon growled, nuzzling his face into Johnny’s neck, leaving phantom kisses through his mask. “Come on, slag, cum all over my hand, make a mess of yourself.” Ghost rumbled, and Soap shook in his hold.
“Need—” Johnny couldn’t even get the sentence out before Ghost was shoving his fingers back in Soap’s mouth, hearing the high and reedy whine that left him, a moan following after as Ghost reached deep, hitting the back of Soap’s tongue.
“C’mon, then, Johnny, cum for me.” Ghost demanded.
The sergeant was helpless to his lieutenant’s command. Soap’s noises were muffled around Ghost’s fingers, body going rigid and cock pulsing in Ghost’s hand as he came. His briefs were ruined, the neckline of his shirt damp, and his cargos probably noticeably ruined too.
Ghost let Johnny thrust into a hand a few more times, tracing over his tongue and soft palate a little longer before removing his hands, hearing Soap sigh in his lap. Content.
“You alright, Johnny?” Ghost asked, hands hovering since they were covered in cum and spit. The Scot hummed, grabbing the hand covered in his spend and bringing it up to his mouth, leaning back so Ghost could watch him lick it clean. “Fuckin’ hell, you’re disgusting, sergeant.” Ghost muttered, a fondness in his tone that surprised even himself.
“Aye, but you like it,” Soap smiled, continuing his endeavor and cleaning off his lieutenant’s hand. “Can I repay the favor?” Johnny turned around, leaning over Ghost now, facing him.
“What’d you have in mind?” Ghost raised a brow, his hands coming to rest on Soap’s hips.
“Could get something else in my mouth,” Soap suggested, the Scot’s hands as mischievous as the rest of him, finding their way under Ghost’s shirt and splaying over his hips.
“Yeah? That what you want?” Ghost asked, and Johnny nodded, eyes still blown and smile obviously enthused. “Go ahead, then. I won’t stop you,” Ghost sighed, leaning back on the end of the couch, moving his arms to behind his head, lounging.
Soap slithered down the couch, easily undoing Ghost’s belt. With terrifying ease, Johnny pulled Ghost’s cargos and briefs down to his thighs.
“Steamin’ bloody Jesus, Simon,” Johnny sighed, taking in the sight of Ghost’s dick, red and throbbing. “Been hidin’ this monster the whole time?”
“Not hidin’,” Ghost groaned, Johnny wasting no time in getting a hand on him.
“Didn’t think I’d ever call someone’s prick bonnie,” Soap chuckled, thumb teasing Ghost’s tip and frenulum.
“Jesus Christ, sergeant,” Ghost huffed, almost laughing. Johnny kept his hand moving, slowly moving to the base as he pressed a kiss to Ghost’s tip. “Fuck,” Ghost gritted, and Soap hummed, tracing his tongue around the head.
Ghost brought a hand up to Soap’s hair, running his hand through it, not pushing or pulling. Johnny hummed again, seemingly satisfied. Ghost was taken by surprise as Soap suddenly sunk down, taking him almost all the way.
Slightly panicked, he looked down, seeing Soap with half-lidded eyes, pupils blown. He moaned around the mouthful of cock, and Ghost swore, growling under his breath.
“I was right, then, calling you a fuckin’ slag,” Ghost groaned, thrusting up slightly, Soap grabbing his thighs and encouraging him to keep going. “Fuckin’ greedy for me to fuck your mouth, first with my fingers, now you want my cock,” Ghost thrust up again, Johnny moaning.
“Never fuckin’ satisfied, are you? Always need more,” He panted, and Soap nodded, starting to bob his head. “Shit, just like that, Johnny, fuuuuck,” Ghost hissed, thrusting up a few more times before leaning forward and spilling down Johnny’s throat.
Soap swallowed around him, milking him dry before Simon pulled out, petting Johnny’s hair.
“Fuckin’ perfect, Johnny, Christ.” Ghost sighed, and Soap preened under his hand. Ghost pulled him up, the two laying on the couch together.
“Is it weird if I ask you out, now?” Soap asked, and Ghost laughed. A genuine laugh, a smile hidden under his mask.
“Think it’s only fair,” He replied, and Soap laughed too.
“Price is gonna have our heads about this paperwork.”
“Fuck.”