Chapter 1: Day 1: Infection
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It wasn’t unusual for gifts to arrive on base. Many soldiers don't see their families for months on end. Most of the time it's something small, simple to package. Clothes, drawings, maybe some snacks. But never flowers.
The giant vase of blue, pink, and white flowers caused everyone's heads to turn. Whispering to one another as it was carried down the hall, the smell so strong they almost choked on it. Covering their noses and letting the delivery man pass by.
The poor man felt like he was going to be sick. Woozy, and lightheaded. A heat flushes his skin from the scent of the plants. He felt bad for the sap this was being delivered to, but he set it down in front of the door and knocked anyway. Leaving before whoever it was could open it and demand they be taken away.
A moment later the door opened, Price staring at the large array of plants at his steps, picking up the card on top and opening it.
“Thank you, Captain. For teaching us well and sending us home in one piece.
- Your American Soldiers”
A parting gift, how nice. He apparently taught those soldiers more than just how to be good listeners. He stuffs the card in his shirt pocket and picks up the vase, scrunching up his nose as it gets close to his face.
“Jesus Christ, those smell like shit Price. Put those things out the window.” Ghost holds his nose through the mask, wafting the scent away with his other hand.
“I can't just throw them away Simon. These look expensive.” He places the object on the windowsill, opening the glass pane and tilting it out as far as he can't without throwing it over the edge. He caresses the petals softly, for a moment, remembering how his father bought his mother a fresh bouquet every Sunday.
He slips his fingers off the flower and goes to sit back down, chair squeaking from the weight. Rolling forward, he pushes his knees back under the desk, picking through the packet he and Ghost were halfway through.
Price rubs his eyes, letting his back lean into the pleather chair. God he's exhausted, paperwork never ending. He lets himself have a moment, sitting still, eyes closed, before he sits up and grabs his pen.
They are able to get through almost 4 pages before Price starts feeling..off. He's visibly flushed, Ghost pointing that out mere moments ago. His clothes starting to itch his skin, his throat tightening, and cock…throbbing??
He tries to ignore it, telling Simon he's just fine and it's just hot in here. Even though it's definitely not. He pulls at his collar, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt to help cool himself. Too busy trying to calm himself to notice the lieutenant's wandering eyes.
Soon enough, he throws the pen down with a clatter, pushing back off the desk and rolling backward. He saunters off into the connected bathroom, immediately going to the sink and turning on the cold water. Pooling it in his hands before splashing it into his face. Making sure to coat his beard, not caring when it drips down his neck and collar bones.
He looks up into the mirror, not expecting to be met with the sight of himself. Ears and cheeks flushed, eyes blown an inky black, blue barely visible around the edges, sweat still beading around his hairline.
Was he sick? No, this didn't feel like a sickness. Maybe having an allergic reaction? That didn't sound right either. Doesn't matter, he needs to go lie down. He works on unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way as he exits the bathroom.
“Simon, I'm going to need you to finish this up for me. I'm suddenly not feeling well.” It takes him a moment to meet the soldier's eyes, but when he does, they aren't on his own. He follows those whisky browns down, eyes staring at his inappropriately hard cock.
Fuck, when did that happen? He didn't even notice. Price clears his throat and covers himself as best he can with his hands. Ghost's eyes finally beam up to his, full of curiosity and something else Price can't quite pin. They stare at each other for a moment, the heat starting to reach Price's brain.
That burning itch under his skin grows fierce with every passing second. Mind started to wander to, other issues. Has Ghost always looked that hot in blue jeans? He wasn't sure, but right now he sure did.
The captain quickly crosses the room, rounding the desk and grabbing Ghost's hard chin, tilting it back in forth to inspect.
“Uhh, Sir?” Ghost asks questioningly, but doesn't pull away. A soft spot for his captain that he wouldn't extend to most. Him being the one to pull him from the depths of the earth when he needed it most. Simon owes this man his life.
“Your eyes always been this brown, lieutenant?” Price is almost panting now, bending over slightly to rake his eyes over the man. It's sort of unnerving, but Ghost forces a chuckle before he answers.
“Since the day I was born, sir. Do you need to lay down? I'll finish this up for you?” Simon turns, pointing at the leftover paperwork before Price snatches his wrist, pinning it to the table and angling him back to face the man.
“Stop fucking with me and get off this chair. My damn cock is going to bust.” Ghost's eyes widen a bit at that, his captain never dares to speak to him like that. He firstly viewed them as equals and secondly through bedroom talk was a personal matter.
With his wrist still incapacitated, he goes to stand, moving out of the way so the man can sit. A hand is on his shoulder before that can happen though, pushing him to his knees. At first, he resists, locking his legs so he can't be moved, but that look in Price’s eyes say “Don't fuck with me” in a way that makes him fold.
“Christ, Simon. I need you to suck me off, now. Take this fucking thing off.” His mask is all but ripped from his face, hand automatically reaching out to grab it as it's tossed aside. He watches his go, jaw set sharply already. The words Price just said to him slowly crept into his brain.
“Price, what are you doing?” He doesn't answer, undoing his pants so fast that the button snaps off, rolling lazily onto the floor as the clothing is pushed down his thighs.
He grabs the base of his cock, the other hand going to Ghost's hair and gripping it hard, guiding his lips to his tip. Ghost's mouth doesn't automatically open, and that causes Price to growl. Basically mashing the head incessantly into his lips until he opens up.
A massive wave of relief washes over the still-standing man, who lets out a ridiculous loud moan as he shoves the whole length into Ghost's throat. Cock twitched from the warm, wet mouth, hips grinding every so slightly into the back of his throat.
It causes Ghost to gag, his hands coming to grip onto Price's thighs for support. Eyes screw up tight as he tries to pull off, tell him to wait, he can do it himself. But that doesn't happen. The hand on the back of his head sporting a tight grip that is not letting up. And before he knows it, his throat is getting fucked wide open.
Price doesn't go slow, or easy. Ruthlessly thrusting into his lieutenant's throat, chasing his own pleasure and not interested in the others. Ghost tries to swallow, let his breath flow through his nose, and not choke.
The hand in his hair starts to sting from how hard it's being pulled from the scalp. He blearily opens his eyes, looking up at Price through the thick haze of tears. His eyes are also closed tight, pleasure plastered across his features. Toned abs twitching from exertion. It's a sight to see.
Ghost doesn't like to admit he'd had a crush on his boss for the longest time. Knew that it was inappropriate and severely against the rules. But, with his cock shoved as far as possible down his throat it was hard to ignore.
It was over as quick as it started, hips stuttering before pushing in deep. Warm liquid spilled into his throat, fingers digging into the flesh. He tried his best to swallow, spit dripping out of his mouth like a faucet.
It was quiet, besides the heavy pants from Price as he calmed down from the waves of his orgasm. He slowly opened his eyes, looking down at Ghost. It looks like the man just ran a marathon, covered in a thick layer of sweat, and his face dark red.
He slowly pulled out, strands of saliva followed after him. It was now Ghost's turn to pant, laying his forehead against Price's leg as soon as that iron grip loosened.
Those thick fingers massaged the area where he pulled, a silent apology. Ghost wiped his mouth on his glove and sat back on his knees, taking a glance up at the captain.
When the man never said anything, Ghost slowly stood up, leaning against the desk awkwardly. Suddenly aware of the own tightening of his pants, and the way that Price didn't move to pull his up.
Ghost turns, gathering up the paperwork to take back to his room, not exactly sure what just happened here. But before he can leave, Price says “Stay”.
“Are you going to explain what just happened?” The blond asks, packet still in hand. He waits for an answer, but instead, he gets a shrug.
“I don't know, it's like I'm drugged or something. Like I'm not in control. I can't help myself.” He places a hand on the back of Ghost's neck, fingers pressing in. He lets his eyes go to the tent in Simons's pants, hands aching to reach down and palm him through the denim.
“You can either let me help you out, or get the hell out of here and go find me a medic. You stay here any longer and I'm going to jump your bones.”
The gesture down to his hard-on pulls his eyes, biting his lip while he debates his options. Those big fingers start massaging the flesh. Starting at his neck and working their way down to his hips.
“Speak a word of this to anyone and I'll personally shove a knife in your gut.” Ghost growls out the threat, hands going to his belt, unclipping it and letting Price pull down the rest of the clothing.
“Wouldn't dream of it.” His voice is husky, filled again with a sort of possessive lust. Ghost places his hands flat on the wooden table, holding himself up as Price's fingers move to kneed his ass.
“God, have been holding out on me, soldier.” Ghost grits his teeth, so many of his fantasies coming true right now. Part of him is so glad he decided to ride his dildo last night, not having to go through the whole ordeal of prep and wait even longer, even if its embarrassing to admit.
The captain just smirks, spitting onto his fingers and running two of them over the hole. Slipping them in and sisscoring them.
“Fucking perfect. Been waiting for this for so long..grab the lube. In the drawer on the left.” He lets his fingers stretch him for just a few moments, lubing them up and then his cock. The crazed look in his eyes has come back, blood flooding to fill out his cock to peak hardness once again. It made Ghost shiver.
"Have you ever been bred, Lt? Ever had a, ugh, a fat load spilled into you?" Price asks as he pushes in, breath slipping at the feeling of Ghosts hot, tight walls.
Simon's nails dig into the laminated wood, shoulders quivering as the feeling of being full quickly becomes stuffed. Letting out a ragged breath through his nose, he shakes his head.
"Negative, Sir." The moment those words leave his lips, Price is groaning into his ear. Arms coming to loop under his arms, pulling his back against his chest. Nose skirting along the exposed ear, breath tickling the skin.
"Good. Going to show you how it's fucking done." The last word hits with a sharp thrust, starting a more than speedy pace. Teeth find the junction of Ghosts neck and shoulder, digging in as he takes what's his.
Ghosts eyes roll into the back of his head, moaning loudly as he gets the life fucked out of him. Cock brushing along the edge of his prostate with every hard thrust. So much better than his dildo, he thinks. Why did he not do this sooner?
The animalistic urge takes over Price once again, hips hitting ass so hard the desk scoots across the floor, causing Ghost to fall flat on his chest. Price follows, bring a hand to push into the back of his head, holding him in place.
Ghosts cock swings obscenely between them, flushed and obtusely red. He wants to reach down and touch it so bad, but his current position doesn't let him. He lets the pleasure take over his senses, the slight burn, the warmth of Price pressed against him, the tingling of his prostate on every thrust. God it was good. Too good.
"Going to make me cum. Fuck. Take it all in son. Doing so good."
Ghost groans at the praise, pushing his elbows underneath him to arch his back, trying to make it good for his captain.
"Please sir. Let me have it." The hand on the back of his head moves to the front of his throat, thumb pressing into the artery just enough to make Ghost hazy. He clenches down at the feeling and Price immediately sets off. Pressing in deep, hot ropes filling him up.
But Price doesn't stop, fucking into Ghost with new found hope. The cum slipping out the edges and leaking down to both of their balls.
"Arhg. Cmon love, your turn." Prices hand reaches around to his front, grasping his cock and jerking him quickly. Quicker than he's ever done to himself, head spinning and trying not to immediately bust.
Prices beard tickles his shoulder, edging him back into that floaty headspace. His moans start to turn into whines, fucking into his boss's fist until he's plastering his knuckles with cum.
"Good boy. So good, gonna fill you up once more, okay? This one'll take. I know it will, stay-" He isn't even able to finish his sentence before he's cumming into Ghost yet again.
Ghosts knees wobble, achey and powered out. Cum cooling his skin and he immediately feels dirty and sticky. Thankfully, Price pulls out, watching as the cum leaks out and down his thighs.
"That should do it." He pants hard, wiping his forehead off with the back of his hand before shimming to his chair. He leans back, Ghost slumping into the chair opposite once his underwear are back up.
Did that really happen? Whatever that was. Ghost is still trying to figure that out, hole now sore and still wet. He looks around the room for his mask, leaning over to grab it from under the desk. Slipping it back on and adjusting it over his eyes. Feels good.
As soon as he goes to speak, the phone rings, startling Price a touch. He groans and pick it up.
"Captain Price."
"Hello, Captain. I'm sorry to bother you, but you should come to medical right away. Those..flowers, you were brought? They seem to be some kind of, sexual hallucenagine. We caught your delivery man trying to, ahem, touch the orderly's Sir. Someone will come to dispose of them for you." The girl on the phone sounds more than uncomfortable, her voice squeaking through the speaker. Price looks up through his lashes, eyeing Ghost before laughing.
Now that makes sense. Kind of. Those Americans better be ready to grovel, those showers need a good scrubbing after all.
Chapter 2: Day 2: I love you, Master
Summary:
Day 2: spanking, overstimulation, knife play
Notes:
This fic contains: spanking, overstimulation, edging, dom/sub themes, dirty talk, knife play blowjobs, toys, top/dom soap, bottom/sub ghost
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It was crazy to think how soft and sweet Ghost was in the bedroom. Melting into a perfect little puddle for his master to manipulate however he pleases. That stoic, scary demeanor totally disappearing as soon as Soap looks at him.
That was usually the case anyway. The past week had been rough. A mission that brought back a few too many memories for Ghost. One that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get out of his head.
He became snippy to his team, more cold and forward than usual. Especially to Soap. It was so uncharacteristic for Ghost to treat him that way that Soaps head spun everytime that guff voice sounded in his ears. Soap knew he was having a hard time, but that didn't give him the excuse to speak to his master that way. He was totally out of line.
He let his boy dig himself into a deeper hole, telling himself he would take care of it when they were back on base. Already conjuring up what the punishment could be. Something Ghost wouldn't necessarily enjoy, but also wasn't going to say no to.
He had to break this little bratty streak before it turned into something more. Force him to understand that he was not top dog, no matter where they were or what their military titles were. Ghost was going to understand that the title of Master didn't come and go as he pleased. They had agreed to this dynamic, and it was time for Soap to remind him of that.
Once they had finally made it back to base, Soap pounced. Not even letting the man take off his soiled clothes before he was gripping his jaw and burning daggers into those dark brown eyes he loves so much.
"Didn't think my sweet boy had it in him to be such a fucking brat. You think I'll let it slide just because we aren't on base? You thought wrong. You're in for a world of trouble, son." Soap dug his fingers in cruelty, letting the pain filter through his jaw bones.
Soap pointed to the shower and snapped. Ghost looking away solemnly and scurrying to do as he was told. Soap couldn't tell if he was blushing, but he would bet real money that he was. It was sort of pathetic actually.
He knew he needed a shower too, not being able to take a real one for a week had built up. But he wouldn't give Simon the pleasure of showing with him. Ghost could have him dirty, not like he would truly mind. He wasn't disgusting after all. Had used the river to clean himself as much as possible during the week. Baby wipes for his face and dick as needed.
It was almost 45 minutes before Ghost came back. Skin red from the temperature of the water that was still cascading down his chest. Curls bouncing against each other with every step. He didn't bother putting any clothes on, just the towel still around his waist.
He saw Soap on the bed, laying flat with his laptop on his stomach. Clothes discarded except for his underwear. Soap flicked his eyes up to Ghosts and watched him step forward. He kneels onto the floor next to Soap, pressing hie cheek into the mattress and looking at him with the biggest doe eyes.
"I'm sorry, Sir. Please forgive me." His bottom lip jutted out in a pout. Eyes unwavering as he watches for Soaps reaction.
"I know you are, but sorry doesn't make it go away. Go get your paddle. You're getting a spanking." Soap points to the closet where the trunk is. A dark brown thing full of different items for their enjoyment.
Ghost does as told, fetching out Soaps favorite paddle from the group. A large wooden one with small heart holes. The words "slag, whore, slut, bitch" scattered across the pale wood. He takes it in his hand and spins it a few times, feeling the weight of it once again.
Soap closes the laptop, setting it on the bedside table before standing up. He motions for Ghost to lay down and he does. Pulling the towel off and letting it drop to the floor before bending at the waist over the bed. He presses his cheek into the mattress and glances over his shoulder.
His Master leans up and pets his head, letting himself okay with a few of the curls before dragging the damp hand down his spine to his ass. He grabs a fistful of it, watching the skin turn white and red beneath his grasp. Pulling his cheek so he could take a peak at his hole. So tight and pink and ready for the taking. Not tonight though.
Soap slaps the meat of his ass, watching a handprint appear within seconds. He plants another one on the opposite cheek. Another a bit father down to catch at the bottom of his ass where it meets his thigh. He gets a little jump out of the man at that, the area more sensitive than others.
"Count as you get paddled. We will stop until you either can't count anymore, or until I think you've had enough. And do be quiet, we don't watch everyone hearing you fall apart from a few little smacks." His voice is on the edge of malicious, he knows Ghost struggles with containing his voice. And the pain he's about to administer will certainly have him on the edge.
Without waiting any longer, he lands a heavy smack right on the apple of his ass. The red is immediate, and so his Simons gasp. He lets out a "one" with a steady voice. Soap determined to ruin that.
He lands another on the exact same spot. The sound echoing in the small room as Ghost says "two" and then "three" as another comes. Soap can't help but harden up in his boxers. Watching the colors pop onto Ghosts pale skin. Knowing he was the one to cause it.
"Ah! Four!" Soap landed a particularly hard one on the back is his thigh. Rubbing small circles over it with the wood before going at it again, and again. Switching to the other side to make the color match.
"Ten..please. Slow down." Ghost begged through sniffles. He wasn't crying yet, but his backside burned something fierce. Caused his eyes to water. Soap pressed his thighs apart a bit with the tip of the paddle. Watching how Ghosts cock twitched and leaked against the white sheets on the bed.
"Slow down? No. Seems like you're enjoying this too much. Look at you, making a mess of my sheets already. Don't even think about cumming." Another loud smack of the paddle rings in his ears. 2, 3, 4 in a row before he lets the man have a breath. Only a small one before doing the same to the other side.
Soap kicks his legs open, landing a hit so close to Simon's balls that he automatically closes his legs. Opening them back quickly when he's realized what he's done. It sends a shiver down his spine, fear and arousal mixing together.
It's the 20th smack that draws tears from the scary lieutenant. A choked off sob as the smack lands on his red and purple ass. He doesn't safeword, but does ask Soap to stop. His voice gravely through the tears.
Soap sets the paddle down, rubbing his hand softly against the hot skin. Soothing it before leaning down to press a kiss to his spine.
"Good job. Now, crawl up onto the bed and lay on your back. Gently now, gonna get something from the closet." Soap helps him stand, letting him crawl up to the headboard and lay himself down. Back of his hand coming up to wipe away his tears.
John comes back a minute later with a fleshlight. One of those clear ones with all the ridges inside. He opens the bedside table and grabs the bottle of lube, flicking the cap open and pouring some down into the toy.
"Now, I'm gonna jerk you off with this. You're going to cum, and cum, and cum until you're dry. I will not stop, or slow down. Are we clear?" Soap settles himself between the mancs thighs. Positioning the toy right above his cock.
Ghost nods, whispering out a yes sir. The anticipation and need to come has his balls tightening up. Head already sticky from the spanks he received. Soap asks him what the safeword is and Ghost responds, cueing Soap to push the toy all the way down to the hilt.
Simon gasps, hips automatically jerking up into the toy. Soap grinds it down onto him, watching his dick fill the entire thing. The squelching of the lube intensifying as he jackhammers the toy down onto Ghosts lap. Watching his boy shiver and shake beneath his touch.
It's pathetically quick before Ghost is cumming for the first time. Whimpering little high pitched moans as he fills the toy with his seed. Soap not slowly down for even a second, milking the man for everything he's got. The pleasure quickly turns to pain, Ghost arching his back and pulling his hips as his body tries to get away.
He squeezes his eyes shut, huffing loud breaths everytime the tip of his cock rams into the bottom of the toy. It takes a few minutes this time, but Soap manages to get him to cum again. This one having his whole body tensing and shaking. Moans getting trapped in his throat, eyes bulging wide.
Soap cups his balls with his other hand, squeezing them slightly to encourage more cum to spill out. The lube and cum mixture leaking out and dripping down into his pubes and down his balls. Cooling as it dries and becomes even more sticky.
"Good boy, give me another. You can do it. Don't even think, just cum." John encourages him, changing the pace from fast to hard. Slamming the toy down everytime he pulls it up.
Ghost grabs his wrist, digging his nails into it. Pleading without words for him to quit. And it works, but not in the way he was hoping. Soap slams the toy down deep, leaning over quickly to the table and grabbing his small red knife he always has on him. He flicks it open and presses it to Ghosts chin. Twisting it to cause the smallest cut.
"Let go of me. You don't get to decide when your punishment is over. I do. If you want out, you know what to do." Ghost freezes as the knife presses into his chin. He knows Soap won't genuinely hurt him, but the lick of fear down his spine from the "what if" had him twitching inside the toy.
Ghost kept his eyes locked onto Soap's as the toy started moving once again. It was agonizing in the best way. A sharp whine pulling out of his throat and filling John's ears. Causing him a wicked grin as he drags the tip of his knife down his throat to his chest, circling his nipples.
Simon doesn't dare look away. Watching his black eyes stare him down as if he were prey. He couldn't help but shutter, so many feelings all at once. His balls drawing up once again as he got closer to another orgasm. It was almost starting to hurt, knew he couldn't do this for much longer.
A small whisper escapes his lips, begging "please" even though he doesn't know what he's asking for. To stop? Maybe to hurry up? His brain can't comprehend. Simon grabs onto the sheets, knuckles turning white from the sheer force of his grip.
"Please what baby? Do you need to cum? Hm?" Soap teases, quickening the pace. The sloppiness of the lube and cum mixture echoing off the walls. Ghost frantically nods his head. Another string of little "please"s leaving his lips. Eyes rolling into the back of his head as he starts to pant like a dog.
Soap notices the hazy look on Simon's face, decides to be just a little more cruel and stop completely. Ripping the toy right off of him and watching his face contort in pain from being edged and overstimulated.
"No, no please don't. Let me cum, let me cum. Master." Ghost immediately jolted forward, grabbing onto Soaps bicep. Nails making crescent marks into his skin
Soap chuckles, letting the knife leave his nipples to pass over his navel. He watches Simon's skin jump and he thinks it's gorgeous. He loves how he can play this man like a damn fiddle. The way Simon will contort to his every whim.
"Sorry baby, I think that's enough for you. Don't be greedy. Now, it's my turn. Put your head on the side of the bed." Soap lays down the toy and pats his thigh. Watched the tears well up in Ghosts eyes as he climbs over Soap to the end of the bed, laying down on his back. He shifts until his head is dangling off the side. Cock still red and leaky from where it lays against his stomach.
"Johnny-"
"Ah. Don't even." Soap stands up, pulling his underwear off and moving to place himself right over Simon's head. "Open your mouth."
Ghost obeys beautifully, casting those big brown eyes up at Soap before his balls block the view. Soap rubs them over his open mouth, letting them get all wet and sloppy. Simon suckles them softly, trying to distract himself from his aching cock.
Once Soap deems that enough, he guides the tip of his cock into Simon's mouth. Teasing his tongue before sliding home. Pressing in till his balls lay across Ghosts nose. His breath hot across his taint.
"See, good job. Just a little wider so I can really fuck that pretty face of yours." Soap lays his hand across Simon's throat, wanting to feel his cock fill it up.
Ghost adjusts, opening as wide as he can. Jaw aching and head rushing from being tilted upside down. His hands twitch at his sides, so badly wanting to touch his own cock. The fill of his throat cuts off his breathing every time Soap presses all the way in. Having to adjust the times he takes in a breath so he doesn't suffocate.
It doesn't take long before Soap is full on fucking into his face. Squeezing his throat so he can really feel the way it fills up as he thrusts in. He's so painfully hard, he knows it wont take long before he's cumming down his throat.
"God sweetheart, so perfect. Gonna fill you up so good." Ghost groans around Soaps length, the vibrations traveling all the way to the root.
John leans into it, bracing himself with a hand on Ghosts wide chest. Thrusting into that tight vice of a throat with all his might. God he was close. Could feel himself leaking and twitching.
He didn't even warn Simon before he came deep inside his throat. Forcing the man to swallow every last drop. His bottom row of teeth digging into his cock by the force Soap is pressing down onto him.
He takes his time pulling out, watching the spit strings slowly break. He looks down onto Ghosts face, looking at the messy tears running down and making his eyes red. The heat across his face from not being able to take proper breaths.
John takes a few moments to enjoy the view before he bends down to kiss his partner. Making sure to dip his tongue between his lips so he can really taste himself on Simon's tongue.
"Love you, darling."
"I love you too, Master."
Chapter 3: A Damn Dream
Summary:
Day 3: praise kink, lingerie, soft sex, body worship
Notes:
This fic contains: praise, degradation, body worship, stripper ghost, younger ghost, older soap, condom sex, anal sex, nipple piercings, sex work.
Also here is the inspo for the lingerie
https://moxyintimates.com/products/fairytale-blue-and-pink-lingerie-set
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Ghost went into work knowing it was going to be a long night. He was fully booked out (which wasn't unusual) but he had a private session tonight. He normally didn't take private sessions, the men too handsy or too drunk to really obey the rules. But this one was special. It was his favorite clients birthday, and he booked the room for 3 hours.
This client always took care of Ghost when he was in. Giving him more than his fair share of money, offering gifts and drinks. Even going as far as to walk the man to his car after a hard days work. There was something about this guy that was just..irresistible. Maybe it was the money, or the way he respected Ghost when many didn't. Or maybe it was those gorgeous blue eyes and that damn Scottish accent.
Okay maybe it was all of those things, but can you blame a guy?
A few days before the event, Ghost had gotten a package delivered to him. It simply had a note that said "wear this on Saturday" and that was it. Plain cardboard box and no return address. Ghost immediately knew who it was from, and tore into it right there in the changing rooms.
It was probably the prettiest lingerie set Ghost ever saw. Baby blue and pink sheer set with gorgeous embroidered flowers. Straps that attached to his thighs and waist, a skirt like addition in the middle. The bra similar, but totally see through. Little pink bows by his collarbones and sheer white arm warmers.
He had worn lingerie before obviously, but nothing so dainty and girly before. Usually just a plain colored thong and maybe some tassels for his nipple piercings. This was something else entirely. It took over his every thought until it was eventually time for him to get changed and set up the event room.
He brought in his personal toys, knowing what his client liked and didn't like. A metal bucket of ice, cocktail glasses, and his favorite whiskey. Turned on some nice background tunes and dimmed the lights. He wasn't necessarily going for a romantic vibe, but it sort of came out that way.
He changed into his new outfit, admiring himself in the full length mirror. He laid his hair just right and made sure to moisturize extra well. Even shaved beforehand so he would be soft and supple as the day he was born.
Regardless of this being his all time favorite client, he was making bank off this event. Wanted to make sure it was everything the man wanted and more.
A knock on the door caught him off guard, and he scrambled to kneel on the leather couch as his companion walked in. He was dressed to the nines as well. Square toed leather boots, dark grey slacks, a white button up with cuffed sleeves. His greying hair gelled back in a perfect Mohawk. And he smelled like vetiver.
"John, happy to see you tonight. Right on time as always." Ghost said cordially, a crooked smile on his lips.
"Ah, told you to call me Johnny. John's too formal. You look gorgeous, knew that color would suit you." John pushes in the lock on the door and steps further into the room. He lays his phone, wallet and keys on the side table and comes up to Ghost. Grabbing onto his chin and turning it every which way to get a good look.
"It sure does, Johnny. Glad you picked it for me. Come, sit down." Ghost scoots over a tad and pants the cushion next to him. John takes the invitation and sits, motioning for Ghost to get into his lap.
The man gladly does, pressing a hand into his chest as he straddles him. Taking in a deep breath of the cologne he's come to love. The smell of it on the man's tanned skin entrancing him.
John's hands roam up his thighs, giving them a soft squeeze as they move up to his hips. Playing with the mesh as he tracing his way up to his nipples. Flicking the jewelry once before pinching the bud.
"Remind me again how old you're turning? Maybe I can ask the boss to order a cake." Ghost grins at his teasing joke, causing Johnny to huff out a laugh and squeeze the nape of his neck.
"The only sweet thing I need is right here in front of me. But, i'm officially 52 today."
Ghost leans into the squeeze, barring his throat for the older man. Maybe it was taboo, but having a man almost 30 years older than him really turned him on.
John leans up and noses against Ghosts Adams's apple, letting his stubble scratch against his collarbones. His hot breath caused Ghost to shiver, goosebumps trailing over his arms.
"Let's have a drink before we get started, doll. You are old enough, right?" It was Ghosts turn to huff as he slid off the man's lap to fetch them each a glass.
"Plenty, sir. 24 and counting. You forget already? Maybe it's time we sent you to a home. Dementia is rough, ya know." The playful bickering came easy to them. As if they had known each other forever even though it had only been slightly over a year. Seeing each other once a week, if not every 10 days.
Ghost filled the glasses with ice and poured the drinks, not even bothering to count out a shot and just filled it to his liking. John would probably end up buying the bottle anyway.
He sauntered back over and handed John his glass, fingers brushing against his as he took it. Ghost held it up as a cheers before taking a big gulp. Licking the remains off his lips before setting the glass down.
"What would you like first? A dance? Blowjob perhaps? Can show you my new routine on the pole if you'd like." He nodded his head over to the slim pole in the corner, the shininess catching the light and glinting.
"Mm, so hard to decide." John downs the rest of his glass easily and hands it to Ghost for him to fill up once more. He watches as the man walks away, his plush ass jiggling underneath the mesh. Straps digging into his waist as he moves. It makes his cock twitch just thinking about tearing his little doll apart.
Ghost comes back a second later and gives John his whiskey. The man taking one sip before setting it down.
"How about a dance. Been a minute since I had one of those. I want to pick the song though." He holds on his hand for the iPad connected to the surround sound speakers. Ghost nods and fetches it for him, unlocking it and opening up the music app.
"Thank you sweetheart. Such a good listener." The praise has Ghosts cheeks flushing. John was always generous with the praise but it never failed to make Ghost get warm and fuzzy.
It only took a few seconds for John to find the song he wanted, Back To The Start By Somo
The choice caused Ghost to giggle, the genre so out of left field of what he thought John would like. Maybe he was more sensual than he thought.
"Don' laugh at me. It's a good dance song, I know you know it." John settles himself into couch and spreads his legs. Picking up his drink to take a strong sip as he licks his lips. Nodding for Ghost to start.
The younger mans steps forward, tracing his hand down the front of Soaps body to his belt, bringing it back up to wrap around his neck and pull him to sit up a bit more. He rolls his body, John's head almost in between his tits as he sits on his lap. Grinding softly into the man's clothed cock once, then twice. His pale hands on the man's knees so he can really press his weight into it.
John groans into his ear, whispering how nice he feels, how pretty he dances. How he could watch him for days on end. The praise goes straight to his cock (and his ego). He stands up, turning around and straddling the man once again. Using his knees to life him up so John's face is perfectly smushed into his chest.
He uses his hands to caress him, rubbing gently at his neck and hairline, playing with his ears and tracing a finger around his jaw. Rolling his body again so John can feel his half hard cock press into his sternum. He takes his time here, really grinding into the older mans and almost loses himself in it. Giving him throaty moans and dragging his lips against his tanned throat.
He eventually stands up again. His mesh gloved hands coming to his knees and rubbing up and down his thighs. Tracing the outline of his cock every other time he goes up. As the song gets to the end, he turns around and bends over. Sensually coming back up and rubbing his hands over his own body. Looking over his shoulder to watch his clients expression.
As the song ends Ghost picks up both their drinks again and sits down, handing John his own and watching him sip with a smile.
"Always so sexy, Ghostie. Could get me off on just that alone." John leans over and nips his chin. The smell of his whisky breath wafting into Ghosts nose.
"Oh, so I can leave now? Easy money." He acts like he's gonna stand and John clamps a hand down on his thigh.
"I dinna say that. Drink your drink." Ghost does as he's told, drinking the rest of the liquid as the ice clinks against the glass. Pursing his lips at the slight burn.
John watches intently as the glass is again set down. When Ghost turns back to him, he leans in and kisses him. Mouth already open and tongue pushing itself past the scared lips. Their spit mixing with one another's as it gets heavy. Ghost eventually sliding into John's side. His tanned hand cupping his soft jaw as he holds him close.
"Want to watch you ride me tonight. Keep the panties on, want to worship you like you deserve." He mumbles against Ghosts lips, not letting him respond before he's kissing him yet again.
It feels like light years have passed before John pulls away. His head fuzzy and eyes hazy as the man pushes him gently into the couch. Ghost goes with ease, the leather cool against his skin. He opens his legs, letting John fall in between them as he grinds their cocks together.
He plants his hands right by Ghosts head, caging him in as he rocks back and forth. The mesh panties becoming slightly uncomfortable as they strain to keep Ghosts large cock trapped inside. Rubbing into his skin from the other man humping him.
"You're gonna look so gorgeous on my cock, doll. Did you stretch for me? Got yourself all nice and ready, hm? I bet you did. You're a damn slut after all, waving those sinful hips in my face. God your ass drives me crazy." Ghost watches the lights flicker in John's eyes. The powerful lust turning them from ocean blue to inky black.
He can't help but whimper. A soft pitiful sound that really proves John's point. The man growls into his neck, kissing and biting along the pale flesh all the way down to the v of his bra. He knows he's not supposed to leave marks, but he can hardly hold himself back. Leaving only faint red marks that he knows will disappear in a few hours.
"Fuck, get up. Need you sat on this dick now." It's a command just as much as it is a plea. John's hands zooming to his belt to unleash himself before he busts the buckle.
Ghost is just as quick, hoping up and striding over to the table to grab their usual play items.
"No, leave it. Just want to focus on you tonight." It takes Ghost by surprise, but he leaves it just as said. Only grabbing the lube and a condom before coming back over to the couch and helping John to pull down his pants and underwear over his knees. His red cock springing out to meet him.
He leans down, giving it a few wet sloppy kisses. Tearing the condom open with his teeth, he gently rolls it on. He wishes he could get fucked raw by the man, but legally it was required by his job. Plus, even though he trusted John, he should be cautious (apparently he doesn't care about his mouth).
John leans back as he watches Ghost lube up his fingers and pull the panties to the side, gliding the wet digits over his hole before slipping it in. He makes a show of moaning, slowly thrusting them in and out a few times. He pours a bit over John as well, just to be safe before he climbs into his lap.
The Scot grabs his hips, helping to hold him up and Ghost guides the cock to his hole. Teasing the tip before ever so slowly sitting down. He eventually lets go over the underwear, them snapping back into place on his ass cheek.
He watches as John's eyes roll into the back of his head. Teeth clenched as he moans into the air, fingers tightening on his poor hips. He gives himself a second to adjust before he starts to rock himself. Taking his time to bring himself all the way up and all the way back down. Grinding hard to really push it as deep as possible inside him.
His poor cock has already left a wet stain into the mesh, making it sticky and dark. But tonight isn't really about him, even if John said it was. It was about giving his favorite client his birthday wish.
Once Ghost gets into a steady rhythm, John lifts his head. Staring right into those oakey browns as he bounces away. Hands starting to wander away from his hips and up his sides, to his chest and playing with his nipples. One pulling on the bar and the other pinching the bud itself.
Ghost opens his mouth on a gasp and cries out. The pain mixing with the pleasure and causing his hips to jerk. Giving him a brand new angle to abuse his prostate.
"Oh-oh fuck. Fuckin big you are. Absolutely massive." Ghost rambles, words mostly whines. The hands leave his nipples and he's about to protest until he feels the large palm rubbing into the head of his cock.
"Is that right? Making you feel so good huh. You're a fuckin dream, Ghostie. Know how to take cock so well. Should hire you as my personal fuck toy, would you like that? Like being there for me to fuck whenever I please? Under my desk, in my office, spread out over my fucking couch?" The words turn from something husky sweet into possessive growls. Hands becoming rougher on him as he bucks up to match the man's bounces.
He had given it a thought or two. Becoming souly John's. Okay maybe he had an inkling of a crush (or a lot of one) and imagined what it would be like to warm his bed. But hearing John say it was something else. All the breath ripped out of his lungs as he choked on a moan. All his nerves on fire as he fucked himself harder and harder onto John's cock.
"Please, fuck please. Would be so good for you, you know that. Oh my god oh my god…feel so fucking good John." He let his eyes flutter close, arching his back to let the head continue to rub against his prostate.
His head was ripped back into place by the hand on his jaw. Eyes flying open to see John glaring at him, other hand digging into his hip bone almost painfully.
"I told you, call me Johnny. I know those ears work, use em." Ghost bit his lip. Cock twitching and leaking even harder. John was so fucking hot.
"Yes sir, yes Johnny. Touch me, please please." He pushed into his hand much like a cat would, trying to rub his face into the warm palm.
John seemed to accept that, hand leaving his hip to stroke him through the mesh. Other one sliding down his jaw to his throat, gripping onto it harshly and making it harder for Ghost to breath.
"Cum on my cock, want to feel the way you clench around me. Milking me like the little slut you are. Cmon now." Ghost nodded and repositioned his knees, using the extra support to slam down much harder. He was so close. Face becoming hot and blood rushing in his ears as his breathing was cut short.
It only took a few more thrusts before he was mumbling incoherently and cumming all in his new panties. The liquid seeping through into John's hand, making sure he teased the younger man's slit as he shivered.
"Good boy. So good, look so good like this. Such a pretty face. Look at me, look at me. Atta boy, got me so close. Look at me while I fill tha' fuckin cunt." The fingers press even harder into his pale neck, Ghost having to open his mouth and gasp for breath.
Like this it never really felt like his orgasm left. Still being on the brink of ecstasy as his ass was pounded. John basically taking over as he thrusted hard up into Ghost.
Ghost did his best to keep the eye contact that John demanded. Feeling his eyes cross and having to manually fix it, he lost track of how long it took until he was being slammed down. John grinding up into him as he groaned through his teeth. He eventually loosened his death grip on Ghosts throat. The man falling forward into his chest and gasping. Face returning to its normal color.
God that was…amazing. Their sex always was, and maybe it was the softness of tonight. But for a split second Ghost thought he was in love.
"Absolutely darling. Look at you. Need a picture, wanna remember this forever." John whispered into his boys ear as he rubbed soothing circles onto his back.
Ghost eventually got up, grimacing at the feeling of John's almost soft cock pulling out of him. He turned around, bending over to show John his messy gaping hole, just how he liked it.
"You'll be the death of me."
"Well, then death do us part."
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