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Soap shouldn't be there. He shouldn't, but he couldn't bring himself to move from behind the cracked door. He was just supposed to pick up his forgotten drinking bottle from the gym's bathroom when he saw his Lieutenant training, alone, in the middle of the night. This wasn't that surprising, but what was was the fact that the man was bare-chested and his mask was lifted to his nose. He was doing a set of barbell hip thrusts, little groans getting past his lips while he was glistening with sweat, and his muscles were bulging with each movement.
The sight was mesmerizing, and John stared for a while, bottle forgotten and eyes glued to a tenacious drop of sweat making its way from Ghost's chin to his groin. It didn't take long for Soap to get hard, and his hands, as if having a conscience of their own, went to palm his dick. He couldn't tell you what was getting him going like this, if it was the grunts, the sight, the possibility of getting caught, or his fat crush on his Lt, but whatever it was got him harder than steel.

Getting bolder after tens of minutes, the soldier pushed the door a bit more open to see better and get a bit closer. He knew he was bathed in shadows here, in the locker corridor between the gym and the bathroom, and thus decided to get himself out of his shorts, taking himself in hand and squeezing himself in time with Ghost's thrusts. He didn't dare actually rub himself or try to do anything more than squeeze the base of his cock, knowing that he would come embarrassingly quickly.
That didn't mean that he didn't want to; if he was honest, he wanted nothing more than to pump his fingers inside himself while listening to Ghost's breathy noises and imagining him doing it. The thought alone was enough to make him whimper and clamp a hand on his mouth, and he took a step back just to be sure. The noise of the barbels hitting the floor made him panic, and he quickly pinched his balls to stop the mounting pleasure accompanying his fear while squeezing his eyes shut. When no hands tried to strangle him and no booming voice screamed at him for being a pervert, he slowly opened his eyes and dared stretch his neck towards the door to see the lieutenant stretched himself with some yoga poses, making Soap weak in the knees.

Ghost's back now facing him, Soap decided he could be even bolder and take a step closer to him. With a full view of the Lieutenant's ass and powerful back, John couldn't care if he came in seconds; he just couldn't wait anymore. Dripping precum like never before, he didn't need anything to make the glide smooth and enjoyable, stripping his cock furiously while imagining his hands glide upon Ghost's back, marking him while the man thrust into him and stretched him so good.
Fuck, his fantasies were superposing with the view in front of him, and it was too much for him, he knew that he would come any second now and bite his lips, letting his head drop backward and his hand speed up. He was close, extremely close, and thought that it was it before a voice boomed in the room, ricocheting against the walls and making John's eyes fly open.

"Are you really going to come that quickly, soldier? What a pity."

Soap whimpered, but he didn't let go of his cock, keeping his movements going and his orgasm creeping closer, the panic of getting caught bringing a delicious shame in the mix of arousal and desire in him. His fingers twitched around himself; he didn't hide his panting breath anymore and couldn't care, in this moment, of what would happen as he saw the big, menacing lieutenant moving closer to him.
A cry escaped him as a still gloved hand closed around his, stopping his movements and letting him on the edge of orgasm, not able to reach it but still too high-strung to not try. He didn't know what to do, his eyes searching Ghost's, his hips pinned by the man's other hand, and his dick twitching like mad and dribbling precum all over the lieutenant's gloves.

"Come on, Johnny, least you could do is give me a show after watching me like that. Ain't you supposed to have stamina, hm?"
"Ghost, I-"
"Though I wouldn't see you? I would let you go? Or maybe you were waiting to get caught, just like this, yeah? Look at you, trying to hump my hand like a dog."

This made Soap moan loudly, his eyes going wide at the depraved sound and his cheeks heating while Ghost's mouth twitched into a toothy smile. His grip on Soap's member went lax, his hand abandoning it completely to pat his waist before he took a step back, watching the other with dark eyes.

"Well then, go on. You have all my attention now. Show me how much you like it."
"Sir-"
"That wasn't a question, soldier."
"Can't."
"And why's that?"
"'m going to cum."
"Ain't that what you want? You were going to blow when I stopped you."
"Wanna make it good fer you."
"Is that so, Johnny?"
"Aye."

Ghost hummed, eyes roaming on Soap's form, watching his parted lips, his pleading eyes, his red cock, and his clenched hands. In a surprisingly soft move for the situation, he took one of Soap's hands and placed it on his trapezius, anchoring him in the moment and soothing him by coming closer, letting him touch him, and letting his affection shine through his behavior.

"Want to know what's gonna make this good for me? Seeing you bring yourself to the edge of pleasure right here in my arms and stop only because I say so. I want to see you cry and whimper for me, beg for me to touch you, to let you cum, but still obey me, yeah? You think you can do it for me, Johnny? Tell me when you get close and follow my commands?"
"Aye, Sir, please."
"Shh, don't beg yet, we haven't even started. I want your hand to stay here, yeah? Keep it on my shoulder no matter what, and tap twice if it gets too much. Do you understand, Johnny?"

Johnny nodded and grunted, this scenario coming straight from one of his wet dreams and making his brain shut down. This response wasn't enough for Ghost, however, who told him to use his words and pinched his waist as retribution for not doing it. He waited for a grunted Ayes, Sir to confirm he understood the rules and was okay with it before he kicked his legs wider apart and told him to get on with it then.
With hooded eyes, Soap started touching himself again, shame coming back in bulk when he felt that his cock didn't get any softer during their conversation, staying rock hard in the presence of his lieutenant and his degrading words. If the cocky grin on Ghost's face was anything to go by, this fact didn't go unnoticed, and that made Soap even hotter under the collar. He didn't try to go slowly this time, knowing the man wanted to see him lose it and thus rolling his hips against his fist, every thrust forward making the tip of his cock skim against Ghost's shorts, his precum staining the man's clothes in an undeniable proof of John's shameful wank.

Ghost hummed at the show, one hand still on Soap's waist, tracing small circles there, encouraging him in his quest for pleasure while he watched avidly, committing every second to memory and taking notes of how he liked it for later. When he saw the man's thrust getting sloppier, his rhythm faltering, and his moans getting higher pitch, his focus zeroed on his face, waiting for his boy to tell him he was getting close, to obey the rules, but still ready to take over if he didn't.
Thankfully, Johnny called for him in a breathy, needy tone, telling him that he was close and waiting for him to tell him what to do now. It was beautiful, the obedience in the otherwise fiery independent man, and Ghost couldn't help but let him know that.

"Good job, Johnny. Such a good soldier, obeying orders like that. Now, I want you to keep going, but do not cum, understood?"
"Aye, Sir."

Soap slowed his movements, precum spurting from his cock with every twitch it gave, grunts and whimpers escaping his lips even though he let his head fall onto Ghost's shoulder, letting the bigger man take his weight while he obeyed him. Ghost must have a sixth sense, however, because as soon as Johnny's orgasm ebbed away, he told him to up the rhythm again, telling him to slow it down as soon as his pleasure crested too high again, starting the cycle again and again and again.
Johnny was full on sobbing now, babbling at Ghost to "please let me cum" and telling him it was "too much, please, I cannae keep going, Sir." while still begging for him to touch him and take over. Ghost didn't listen, enjoying the show with hunger etched on his face and desire clear in his voice.

"I'm not going to touch you, Johnny. You decided to play with yourself in the shadows over here instead of asking me to help like a good boy. I'm not going to reward that type of behavior. Now come on, keep going, but do not cum before I tell you to."

Soap was babbling something in Gaelic, or maybe it was English; Ghost didn't know, but the hiccups and sobs made it too garbled to understand anyway. By that point, he was surprised Johnny hadn't cum yet, impressed even, but he knew that it wouldn't be long before he did, and thus disobey his order. He was actually counting on this, knowing exactly how he was going to punish him for it and enjoy the fruits of his plan in the most satisfying way possible.
By the way his thighs were trembling and his breathing was labored, it was clear Soap was too close for even the slightest carress not to make him cum, and so when he stopped his hand completely, it didn't came as a surprise, but since he hadn't tapped out, hadn't signal that he wanted all this too end, Ghost slapped his thigh sharply, making it sting more than hurt, and watched as the red, red cock in front of him twitched hard, globs of precum shooting from it. A single order to keep going was enough for Soap's trembling hand to close around his dick, making him whimper while he tried to starve his release with a harsh grip around his base.
It wasn't enough, not with Ghost ordering him to keep going and Soap needing to obey him. He didn't even make a single back and forth motion before he was cumming all over Ghost's shorts, staining his groin and his thighs with streaks of watery white, so much of it that the younger man thought he was going to faint. He had never cum so hard and was so out of it that he didn't even register that he was pleading before he was finally finished.

"Please, please, Sir, ah, I can't- M'sorry, Sir!"
"Look at you, squirting all over me. You really have no shame, no better than a dumb mut in rut. What am I to do with you, hm? Such a mess."
"Please, stop, ah! Sir, please!"
"Can't control yourself, can you? Words made you hump my leg like this, even after you just cum? After you disobeyed?"

Ghost tutted and grabbed Soap's neck, bending his head backward until the younger was looking him in the eyes, whining and panting from exhaustion but still bucking his hips with the last sparks of pleasure coursing through him. The lieutenant hummed and kissed him, their skin touching for the first time since the situation started, making Soap gasp before leaning into him, pressing his body against Ghost.
They stayed like this for a bit before Ghost pushed the younger man, watching some clarity get back in his eyes and enjoying the way his blush deepened under his gaze.

"As pretty as you are right now, you still made a mess, soldier. We'd better clean it up before anyone comes by and catches you like this."
"Ghost, I-"
"What happened to 'Sir', hm? Cuming make you forget your maners, Johnny?"
"No, I- I don't- Fuck, I don't know what I'm s'posed to do now Sir."
"What about cleaning yourself and drinking some water before talking about it?"
"That's an option?"
"Would you prefer I yell at you for being a voyeur?"
"No! No, I'm just- surprised."
"Hm. You're smart, Johnny. You knew I could catch you when you came here, just like I knew you wanted me to. If you need this to start a relationship, then that's fine with me, but we still need to talk about all of this."

Soap sputtered, eyes widened, and cheeks red, before he chose to escape Ghost's knowing gaze by burying his head in the man's neck, hearing the snort it pulled from the other and trying to calm his pounding heart.

"Come on, soldier. No reason to stay here with your cock out and cum seeping in my clothes. To the shower we go. I'm going to let you shower alone and go fetch water and something to eat before you join me in my room. Take the time to think of what you want out of this and join me after. If this goes how I think it will, we need to discuss punishments and how I'm going to enjoy making sure you won't disobey again."

With a smile and a quick kiss to Johnny's head, Ghost detangled himself and started walking towards the showers, knowing that the other man would follow and eager to see what tonight's discussion would bring to light.

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Ghost was this mountain of a man nobody could escape. He was a sniper who never missed his target, a fighter who always came on top. He was a boogeyman, a mythical being whose story was told to new unlisted soldiers to get them to follow orders. He was a monster, a dangerous dog under the government's thumb. He was a ghost, without a name, without a face, without any record.
Most importantly, he was John's good girl.

Ghost's chest was pushed against the desk, his face turned to the side so he wouldn't crack his nose against the hardwood, hands held behind his back by a powerful hand while another one was caressing his side.

"So pretty for me, Simon, letting me take control like this and doing anything I want like a good girl, my good girl. Keep your hands here for me, hm?"
"Yes, Sir."
"That's my girl. Did you do what I asked yesterday, baby?"
"Yes, Sir."

Ghost arched his back, making it easier for Price to access his pelvis, the older man humming at him while swiftly undoing his belt for him, hand skimming against Ghost's cock with the movement, making him bite his lips to stay quiet. Without long, the button was popped open and his fatigues were yanked down his thighs, before being carefully removed, Price breath catching at what he saw, the noise making the lieutenant blush under his mask.

"Look at you, all dolled up. Ain't you a sight like this. Pink really is your color, baby."

Hands settled on his lower back, caressing him before moving to his ass and squeezing, making sparks of ecstasy sparkle inside him. John's hands were targeting the faint bruises still there from a previous spanking session, knowing how hard it would be for Ghost to remain silent like this. One hand let go of the plump of his asscheek to travel a bit higher, following the heart-shaped lace of the panties he was wearing, as instructed the day before.
He had flushed bright red when John told him to wear them for the day, sending him on a mission with his men while wearing something so delicate under his uniform, feeling the straps against his hips, the heart details framing what little of his ass was cover while making most of the see-through front, revealing his bush and most of his cock in transparence. If his pants were to rip for whatever reason, he would be completely exposed, in blush pink and half hard from the sensation. What was worse was the sizeable plug under it, pink as well, that wouldn't stop putting pressure on his prostate no matter how much he tried to find a position to alleviate the feeling. The Captain had smirked knowingly on the ride back from the mission, watching him squirm as subtly as he could while praying not to pop a boner out there.

The resonating slap of Price's hand on his ass made him jump a little, the man cooing at him for the reaction while palming the stinging area. His other hand rolled up his shirt, exposing his back to let him kiss it, his lips following his spine and making him arch once more. John was murmuring praises against his skin, making Simon moan softly, trying to keep it behind his teeth, muffling the noise by pressing his mouth against his shoulder.

"Now, love, what do you think you're doing, hm? Hiding yourself like that? Did I tell you to stay quiet?"
"No, Sir, but-" Price tutted before he could even finish his sentence
"But nothing. Who makes the rules here?"
"You, Sir"
"And what do you do?"
"I obey, Sir."
"And?"
"And… I- I be pretty for you, Sir."
"Exactly, baby. And if I want to hear all the pretty noises you make while I play with you, you will let me. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir."
"Good girl."

The answer was accompanied by his finger pushing against the plug between Simon's cheeks, making him choke on a moan, his eyes fluttering at the sharp pleasure lighting his nerves. John seemed happy with the noise and started toying with the plug through Simon's underwear, making him squirm on his desk, hands still in the standard rest position behind his back, no matter how much he wanted to grab the desk or even touch the older man behind him.
When John finally stopped playing with him, Ghost was hard and leaking, taking the respite he was so graciously offered to try and calm his breathing, but a single tap to his hips signaled that he needed to move, making him cant his hips until Price could slide his panties off, the movement offering him a perfect sight of his lieutenant's balls, already looking tight even though he hadn't touch his cock yet. Letting a finger caress down the seam of his balls, Price couldn't help the fond smile at the way Simon bucked against it with a grunt, followed by a shocked breath.

"What's that, baby? Are you already close, hm? Are you going to squirt all over my desk without me needing to even touch you?"
"N-no, Sir."
"No? You're sure, love?"

Price kicked his legs farther apart and grabbed his balls, squeezing them to hear him moan loudly, his hands flexing in their position in a sure sign of Simon's state. The Captain hummed at this before spanking his subordinate one, two, three times in quick succession, making him moan again, all pretense lost at his lover's hands. Without relenting, Price started playing with the plug again, one hand staying on Ghost's sack, rolling his balls between his fingers while he watched his hole clench around the toy as if he didn't want it out, only to swallow it back with the least amount of pressure.
He kept going until Simon was loud, a symphony of moans, gasps, grunts, and pleas of his name crossing his lips and surely escaping the office by how deafening they were. It made the older man pause, stopping with the plug stuck at its widest, Simon's rim trying to clench around it while the man's legs were coursed with tremors and a shine of sweat was glistening on his back. Without any warning, John pushed the plug as deep as it could go and let go of Simon, bending down to catch the pink panties on the floor and draped himself against his baby's back.
One of his hands found the lower edge of the man's balaclava and pushed it up to his nose before he pushed the soiled underwear past Simon's parted lips, pulling his mask back and effectively muffling him. He didn't wait a single second before going back to his ass and starting to play with the toy nestled there once more.

"There, you can be as loud as you want now, baby. We wouldn't want one of the soldiers to hear you and come looking now, do we? What would they think of you, bending over my desk, ass red and cock leaking all over important documents, hm? Or maybe I should let it happen, let them see how well you obey my orders, how good you are for me and me alone? What do you think, love? Should I show them how good my girl is?"

Each sentence was punctuated by a harsh thrust of the plug, making it bump relentlessly into his prostate and bringing tears to Ghost's eyes. He was close, but he couldn't ask permission like this, couldn't even warn Price that he was about to cum. The filth the other man was saying wasn't helping either, nor was the strength behind his thrust, making Simon's body rock against the desk, putting even more friction on his trapped cock.
Price saw through him like he always did and grabbed his wrists, yanking him upwards and changing the plug's aim slightly, making it even worse and wrenching sobs from the Lieutenant while John kept going.

"Look at you, baby, crying for it. So close already, and I haven't touched your cock once. But you don't need it, do you? Come on, do it, squirt all over this desk, make a mess for me, Simon."

With a muffled shout, Simon did just that: he came untouched, eyes crossing at the sharp loop of pleasure, each spurt of cum making him clench around the plug nestled against his prostate, Price's hands rubbing circles on his hips while he kissed his neck, praising him between each breath. When the high started to diminish, Price lowered him back on the desk, still praising him and moved his arms from behind his back, making a questioning sound cross past the home-made gag in Simon's mouth.
Without answering, the Captain just gripped the other's hips and manhandled him onto his back, making brown eyes widen. He helped Simon to get rid of his shirt now that his arms weren't in the way of such a movement, and couldn't help but take a minute to appreciate the glorious sight of Simon lying there, eyes unfocused, skin glistening under the light, blush running all over his torso, cock spent, and thighs trembling. He really was magnificent.

"Ah, I might have lied, baby. I don't think I could ever let someone see you like this, so ethereal in your beauty. They don't deserve it, even to make my claim clear. You're so beautiful, baby. The prettiest girl. Fuck, I really am a lucky man, hm?"

Bending down, John kissed Simon's neck, worrying a dark mark there, making the younger man squirm and raise his arms as if wanting to touch him, only to stop centimeters away from his skin, making the Captain smile softly.

"Go ahead, love, you can touch me however you want. My obedient girl, even after coming, you're still so good for me. Do you think you can stay quiet without the gag, baby? Will you let me take it off and kiss you?"

Simon nodded, arms encircling John's shoulders and keeping him close as soon as he had rucked up the balaclava and let him spit the now drenched panties out. Simon's voice was shot, his attempt at saying Price's name cut off in the middle by a crack, making the older man coo and kiss him silly. Before long, Ghost's hands were at his Captain's belt, trying to open it and to push his fatigues down, even with the awkward angles it put his hands at. John took over swiftly, getting both pants and underwear down in one go, not bothering to put them lower than his knees, not wanting to part with Ghost for a second longer than necessary.

"Do you want this, baby? Want me in you? To make you come once more, hm?"
"Please, Sir."

Ghost moved his hips until they ground into Price's cock, making them both groan, before the Captain seized one of them and put it on his shoulder, widening his hips and putting his thigh close enough for him to bite it without much difficulty. Simon let out a moan at that, before quickly clamping a hand on his mouth, his eyes watching the door quickly before coming back to Price.
The man smiled wickedly at him before doing it again, happy when the sound Simon made was muffled enough not to alert anyone to what was happening during their meeting, and letting another mark just to be sure Simon knew he was his. He would have kept going if Ghost hadn't mewled a soft plea, making his cock twitch so hard that he was sure he could have come for this alone.

"Please, Daddy. In."
"Of course, baby, whatever you want. Fuck, anything you want, love, anything."

Bending to kiss him, Price popped the plug out of Simon and guided his cock in him, sheathing himself in one go and making him moan in his mouth, before starting a slow rhythm, mindful of Ghost's sensibility right now, only for him to beg for more. It was in moments like this that the Captain's heart couldn't keep up with how much love he had for the other man, seeing his fucked out expression, his eyes so soft while looking at him, and still wanting to pleasure Price no matter if it sent him in overstimulation or not.
John wanted nothing more than to please him, and thus went harder and deeper, fucking into Simon just like the man asked for, even if he cried on his tongue and clenched so good around him, letting deep scratches on his back while he was propelled towards a second orgasm, begging for Price to come inside and stay in afterwards. Begging for his daddy to fuck him until he was full of him, and there was no question about who owned him.
Grunting, Price did just that, praising him while finishing inside, Simon's hole milking him until the last drop while the man nuzzled his throat and whimpered in his arms. They stayed like this until Simon relaxed his grip on John's shoulders and let his head fall to the desk, groaning while doing it.

"I don't think I can move."
"You don't need to, love."
"We need to. There will be questions if we're not in the mess hall soon."
"Don't worry about it. Relax a bit more, I'll clean you up."

With a last kiss, Price finally released Simon's leg and pulled out of him. Seeing his cum slowly come out, however, made him frown, knowing he didn't have the time to appreciate the afterglow much longer but not wanting to let go of the feeling of calm he only had when his possessivity was soothed. Without much hesitation, he looked around for the plug and pushed it back inside Simon, making him moan tiredly, before he went to fetch a washcloth and clean them both.
It was all soft touches and kisses, love declarations and sweet smiles until they were both dressed back -Simon going commando for tonight- and ready to face the world again. A single glance was exchanged before Ghost went to sit by Soap's side while Price waited a bit more, talking to some visiting General before joining his men.
If he smiled under his beard when he saw Ghost squirm some time later during the meal, well, no one had to know why.

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If you had told Soap that the multiverse was real and that you could travel through the timelines a day ago, he would have laughed, but he would have said "Why not". If you had told him he would man up and get in a relationship with Ghost, who was his subordinate in said timeline, by calling him a good boy during a fight and grinding against him, he would have punched you in the mouth and cursed your entire family line.
That's exactly what he did. Punching this other Soap, this Captain John MacTavish, square in the jaw when the man had followed this story by commenting on Ghost's ass and asking if it was as tight in this timeline as in his. The two Soaps thus started trading punches, the Captain laughing at the other's temper while still glancing at Ghost with a hunger in his eyes that only stirred the anger in him.

Fortunately, there wasn't anyone but the two of them in the office right now; Price and Ghost were outside to let the two "get to know each other" while they were discussing what they were going to do about this right now. While the two were visible from the room, they couldn't hear them, and that was probably the only thing keeping the Captain alive.

"Shut yer trap, bitseach, dannae talk about him like that."
"Are ye mad because I fucked him and ye dinnae? Nothing's keeping you from it, ye eejit."
"Fuck ye mean 'nothing's keeping me from it'? He's my superior! That's not something he would do! Ye should be ashamed of yerself, ye were his Captain!"
"Because ye think Price wasn't?"
"What?"
"If yer Ghost is like mine, he had a thing with Price before."
"Before what?"
"Before the 141? Did ye not know about his past?" Going by the lack of response, Captain MacTavish's eyes widened.
"Oh shite, ye don't. Why didn't ye ask him about his past? Do ye not like him? "
"Course I do! Doesn't mean he does."

That seemed to shut the Captain's trap; his eyes still wide while he looked at Soap from head to toes before looking at Ghost and back at Soap, reflecting on something before pinching his eyes into slits. He opened his mouth with an expression that made it clear that he was about to insult him once more when the two other people came back into the office, Captain MacTavish's face smoothing itself in a second to form a calm mask.

"Alright, lads, we decided that the best option would be for you, Captain, to stay with Ghost. We'll get you a plain balaclava to hide any resemblance and tell the other that you are a… friend, catching up with Ghost."
"And by friend, he means handler." was added by a grumbling Ghost.
"Ghost."

Price's tone was sharp, but there was something there, something that resembled affection but seemed deeper. It made Soap's eyes widen a bit before he caught himself. The way the two men always seemed to communicate with looks alone, how they always knew when the other wasn't doing good, it all made sense now, and Johnny couldn't help but wonder if their relationship was something of the past or if it was still going on since his relationship with Ghost didn't exist.
Before he could go down the rabbit hole, Captain MacTavish made himself known, agreeing sweetly to shadow Ghost and even flirting with him by insinuating that he wouldn't mean handling you, making the Sergeant glare daggers at him was the Lieutenant didn't react. Price tilted his head, judging the newcomer before seemingly choosing not to concern himself with the development and telling the two to go back to Ghost's room before anyone saw them. Soap made to follow but was stopped by his Captain, and had to stay a whole hour to debrief on the situation.

When he came back from the meeting, it was already time for Ghost to train the cadets, and Soap couldn't help but peek at the training ground on his way to the range, and felt a cold fury in him when he saw Captain fucking MacTavish practically glued to Ghost's side, one hand on his lower back while they talked. No one was supposed to touch him like that, even less so someone he didn't even know! Even Soap didn't touch him like that, and he was one of the closest people to him here. This was madness, pure madness, and Soap didn't hesitate to let itbe known, grumbling about glan mearadh and "fecking gowl" all afternoon.

Soap didn't see much of Ghost for the following two days, and he was getting absolutely mad because of this. The only time he saw him, there was the Captain with him, touching him, leaning towards him, speaking close enough for him to be the only one to hear. Everyone and their mothers were talking about the mysterious man who followed the Lieutenant around, some even betting on their relationship status, others swearing they saw him, which made Ghost snort. It was hell on Earth.
To make matters worse, Price had told him that he was supposed to have a meeting with his other self this afternoon to 'learn more about this version of the world and its possible threats'. It was clever, military speaking, to gather intel like this, but fuck if he wanted to be alone with this man. He knew he didn't have a choice, but that didn't mean he would go in with a smile; he was determined to make it clear that he didn't like this cocky version of himself at all.

When it was time, he found himself in Price's office, alone, and waiting for the other to come, only to see him arrive with his shirt collar askew and bruises on his neck, making him see red. It could have been anything, but between the way he was always on Ghost and the comments he made before, it was enough to drive him mad. Without even asking for an explanation, Soap launched himself at him, growling and insulting him in Gaelic, starting a full-blown fight and taking them to the ground quickly, both of them landing punches and kicks in quick succession, trying to get the upper hand without really succeeding in anything more than hurting the other.
They kept going until blood was staining the floor, clothes were ripped, and the door banged open before being shut close by an enraged Ghost. The man didn't wait a single second before forcing his way between the two MacTavish and separating them violently. He didn't raise his voice, but the tone he used when he asked what the problem was made both of them tense. The Captain was the first to answer, under the glare of the younger version of himself.

"It's just a misunderstanding, na cuir dragh ort.
"English, MacTavish. And give me a real answer, none of that bullshit"
"Means don't worry. Ye should learn Gaelic if ye're so tense every time ye can't understand something, dove."
"Shut yer fecking trap before I go again, shitehawk."
"I swear if ye had brains ye'd be dangerous." He turned to Ghost before Soap could answer and didn't waste a second before continuing in his effort to kill Soap with an aneurysm.
"He's jealous because he wants your attention and thinks I'm stealing it."
"What?"
"He wants ye, Lieutenant. He wants to bend ye over and fuck ye until ye cry his name and cum dry. Problem is, he's afraid ye will let me do it before he can get the balls to ask ye."

The silence after that was loud and Soap was horrified by the idea of Ghost laughing at him for this or, even worse, taking the Captain on his offer. As it was, the Lieutenant was blinking slowly, looking at both MacTavish in quick succession, keeping his mouth shut for two whole agonising minutes before he finally reacted.

"You're telling me that all this is just a crisis of jealousy?"
"Aye. He didn't like what I had to say about yer uniform."
"For fuck's sake. You're supposed to be a grown man, Johnny. Just come to me next time instead of busting the poor bastard' nose."
"What?"
"What 'what'?"
"Ye would just- want me to tell ye something like that? Are ye crazy?"
"How do you think people usually hook up, sergeant? I'm sure you came across soldiers getting it on by now, it's not like it's a secret in the military, even less so here."

Captain MacTavish sniffed and let out a curt "Told ye" before focusing back on Ghost and stretching on the floor until he was resting on his forearms. The Lieutenant was seemingly observing him too, and the link must have been obvious because he asked his next question quicker than Soap thought he would.

"So you and your version of me were fucking then? That's what made him angry? A comment about it?"
"Aye. Got all in my face when I told him ye like to be called a good boy from where I am."
"Uh, guess kinks don't translate well between dimensions. Who would have thought?"
"Ah, not yer thing, then?"
"Not at all. I prefer to be on the other side of those comments."
"Not a sub at all, then? Well, that's a real waste. Ye got the sweetest ass I've ever had."
"Not a sub at all, doesn't mean I don't bottom, Captain."

Ghost's answer was straight to the point, his tone practically bored, while the Captain looked at him with a new hunger in his eyes, mind probably going a mile a minute with new scenarios, while Soap was sitting here with wide eyes and a dry mouth, his cock already standing to attention at that single tidbit of information. Well, he had never hidden the fact that Ghost's commands made him hot under the collar, nor would he lie to himself and tell that he didn't check the Lieutenant's ass every chance he got.
During his short internal crisis, Soap had missed the Captain getting up and moving towards Ghost, one hand sneaking to his waist to pull him towards himself while the other came to his mask jaw, tilting his face towards Soap while his other self murmured something in his ear, getting a low hum from the man. They exchanged a couple of sentences under their breath before the Captain nodded and Ghost hummed again. The next minute, Ghost balaclava was rolled up his nose, blond stubble catching the light while he leaned forward to kiss Captain MacTavish, making the other man groan.

This was what shocked Soap out of his trance, making him scramble up and stride towards the two, mouth open to ask what was happening, but cut short when Ghost ran his hand on his cheek and bent toward him, waiting for an answer before kissing him, too. Johnny didn't waste the opportunity, even though he still didn't understand how they arrived at this point, and kissed him like he was going to eat him alive. A sharp tug to his mawhakws was enough to make him relent and shift back, watching the Lieutenant's brown eyes shine with desire.
Before this could go any further, Ghost rolled his balaclava back down and gazed at both MacTavish before making his rules clear.

"If that's something you want, I'm good with it. I'll be in my room by 1900. But just to be clear, yes, I will bottom, but I'm not a sub, I do not like to be ordered around, I'm not into degradation, and I'll kick you out if you try to take control. Is that clear?"

Both men nodded, Soap with dreamy eyes while the Captain had a toothy grin, It was seemingly enough confirmation for Ghost who turn around and started to walk out of the office, only to stop at the door and look back once, sighing and telling them to clean this up before Price come back and then go out, closing the door quietly behind him like nothing happened.
Captain MacTavish looked smug, but still clapped him on the shoulder before starting to straighten the office, letting him know that there wasn't any bad blood between them and that he understood what love could make you do. He affirmed that he wasn't interested in more than a one-night stand with this Ghost, only intrigued by the more dominant personality and curious about how it would translate with him bottoming for two men. They talked a bit, Soap still a bit cautious but too shocked by the fact that he would be able to fuck Ghost tonight to do anything more than accept the man's apology for what it was.

It was 1900 sharp when Soap knocked on Ghost's door, and the other opened it immediately, already waiting for him. He was wearing sweatpants and a loose shirt, no gloves or balaclava in sight, making Soap suck in a sharp breath before he was yanked inside. The Captain arrived a single minute after him, and the three of them made quick work of exposing their limits, their likes, their preferred safeword system, and then getting naked.
Ghost was a bloody work of art, and both MacTavish told him so in a mix of English of Gaelic, both reverent and waiting for the man to tell them what to do. The blush on his cheeks didn't go unnoticed, even if the focus was more on the way he pushed Soap on the bed and grabbed MacTavish's hands to pull him forward.

"You said you like to eat ass, yeah?" He waited for Soap to nod before continuing, "Then stay still while I ride your face and maybe you can have the first go. You," he said while looking at the Captain, "Come closer, I want to suck you off."

The easy authority in his tone made it only natural to obey, and the sheer sexual tension in the room was enough to make both Scottish men comply without asking any questions, only grunting with desire and eagerness. It didn't take long before both of them decided that this was probably the best decision of their life, Soap glutting himself on Ghost's ass, eating him out like he was famished and letting his hands grab at his hips to really sat the man on his face, while the Captain soon learn how good the Lieutenant was with his mouth.
The man learned forward, giving a single tug to MacTavish's cock before licking his tongue against its length, getting it wet and kissing it before taking it in his mouth. He was obviously enjoying this, eyes fluttering close while he took more and more, moaning around it from Soap's ministration or pleasure alone, and lavishing his tongue against the underside. It was amazing, the wet glide was ecstasy, even more so when his cock breached the man's throat, the thickness here making the Captain grunt and his hands fly to blond hair. He didn't do anything more than anchor himself, though, knowing that if he tried to guide the man's head without his explicit permission, he was risking having his dick chopped off, and it certainly said something about him that knowing this made him twitch.
Ghost let him slide out of his mouth until the head was all that rested in his mouth before sucking arshly, making the Captain swear, and letting him go entirely, only to instruct Soap to put his fingers in him too. The way his voice was already more rough made the Captain twitch again, and the action made the lieutenant lick his lips before looking back at him with hooded eyes, so pretty that MacTavish would have probably given him his life right here if he asked. He did not, only pulling him closer by the thigh and taking him back in his mouth before guiding the Captain's hands back to his hair, telling him silently to fuck his head. Not wanting to overstep, he decided to ask for confirmation.

"Fuck Ghost, ye want me to fuck yer throat?"

The moan he got in response and the slight nod were enough to convince him, and going by the way the man's lips twitched upward around his cock, he knew he made the right choice by asking. That being said, he was more than eager to appreciate the liberty he was just given and take back a modicum of control. Soap, for his part, was enjoying this like nothing else, alternating between licking at Ghost's rim and pushing his tongue inside his walls, thrusting it between two of his fingers and enjoying each twitch in the lieutenant's thighs and each clenching pulsation of his hole. This was everything he could have dreamed of and even more. He was rock hard already and couldn't wait to be inside the man.
He was jolted out of his thought by a sharp spark of pleasure, making him moan loudly against Ghost's ass when the man took his cock in hand, pumping it slowly from tip to base and back again while Soap tried to focus back on the rhythm of his fingers inside Ghost. The pleasure was such that he had to stay still for a bit, trying to stabilize his breathing and clenching his unoccupied hand against Ghost's hip hard enough that it would probably bruise. He didn't have long to get himself back into control, however, before Ghost called for him.

"Come on, Johnny, get back to it. Need to stretch me better if you want to fuck me."

Both MacTavish groaned at that, Ghost immediately taking the Captain back in his throat while Soap got back to scisoring his fingers inside him, adding a third and making him moan loudly around the cock in his mouth and thus making the Captain swear. It was a virtuous circle, each man feeding from the other two's pleasure, each reaction bringing one in the other and then the other, making the three of them mad with pleasure. Soap had to plead with the lieutenant to stop jerking him before he came right here, groaning about how he wanted to do it deep inside him, making Ghost clench harshly around his fingers and making a noise in his throat that made the Captain lose it.

"Fuck, I'm bout to come, dove. Where did ye want it?"

The only answer he got was Ghost impaling himself further on his cock and sucking him eagerly until he started coming, then letting go until only the head rested on his tongue to be able to swallow everything while grunting and humping Soap's fingers, making the three of them moan. His hand around Soap's cock had thighten around his base, thankfully starving his orgasm for now and letting him focus on his job, bending Ghost forward with a tap to his thigh to have better access to his hole and crammed a fourth finger in him, making him choked around the last of the Captain's cum while he was sent into an orgasm of his own.
The fact that he came untouched made Soap whimper; the sight was too much for his poor brain, making him start to beg for more instantly.

"Ghost, need to be in ye, please. Let me give ye another, make ye feel so good. Please."
"Go on, Johnny, do it. Want you inside, want you to fuck me hard."
"Fuck, yeah, yeah, anything ye want."

Ghost went on his knees easily, letting Soap slipped from under him and reposition himself behind the man, hands caressing every single inch of skin he had access to while he took the sight of Ghost and MacTavish kissing each other deeply, no doubt sharing the taste of the Captain's spent in a deprave move, making Soap's dick twitch and making him sink in the lieutenant without more wait. It tore a loud groan from him, his hips bucking forward and driving him even deeper, making Ghost curse and moan at once while the Captain praised his body while lavishing it with kisses, especially his chest, from what Soap could see.
The lieutenant's noises were driving him mad, and he couldn't help but fuck into him with all his strength, just like he had asked, and bent forward to join the Captain in his quest to kiss and bite every inch of the milky skin in front of him. Their combined efforts made Ghost cum again quickly, his moans growing in pitch and his hole getting tighter around Soap, making him approach his release too. When the lieutenant came, Soap felt it before he saw it, his hole clenching so hard around him that his next thrust was slowed down by the sheer strength of his muscle, making him babble a quick question to know if he was allowed to cum inside and doing it as soon as he had permission, the orgasm so strong that he bite the man's shoulder to muffled himself, making him clench even harder if possible at the sensation.

They came down from their high little by little, the lieutenant nuzzling against the Captain's chest while he caressed his hair, telling him how beautiful he was while coming, how watching him order them around was one of the hottest things he experienced, Soap joining in the commentary until Ghost finally told them to shut up, cheeks red even though he would never admit it.
Soap slipped out of him with a groan and plastered himself to his back, arms around his middle in a sweaty hug, making the man grumble about the three of them needing a shower and making the Captain catch him by the thighs and lift him like he weighed nothing, carrying him to the bathroom, Soap snickering at the flow of insult coming from Ghost. He joined them quickly, and they soon found their way back to the bed with new sheets and six hands, making it a quick process before they tangled themselves in a heap of body parts.

They were ready to sleep when something came back to Soap's mind, his curiosity burning higher than his sleepiness, making him turn around to face Ghost and ask his question, making the Captain snort in the process.

"So… Did ye feck Captain Price?"
"Go to sleep, Johnny."
"Right, right… But-"
"Sleep."

With a grunt of discontentment, Johnny obeyed and got more comfortable in the bed before closing his eyes. Now that he knew he was allowed deeper in Ghost's intimacy, he smiled at the thought that he would be able to ask again later.

Chapter Text

If there was one thing you could say about Mace, it was that he was good at seizing an opportunity when he saw one. So when he saw Ghost in a bar not too far from his temporary base, he decided that he would go talk to his long lost friend. They lost touch when he joined the Jackals, and Ghost stayed as the government's attack dog. Well, that wasn't really fair to Ghost; he stayed because of Price more than anything, the man having put his head under the guillotine for him when he needed it before, and the blond returning it. But still, Ghost stayed in the ranks while Mace went away in private military and then with KorTac.That meant that they hadn't seen each other in years, and Mace was about to change that.
Before he could go to the man and start a chat, however, the latter left for the alley behind the bar with another soldier, a corporal with a somewhat pretty face for his age, seemingly too eager for this to be a simple smoke break. Frowning, Mace decided to follow, knowing damn well that this soldier couldn't be anything of what Ghost needed, remembering nights of fucking the man until he couldn't even come anymore, manhandling him in the sole purpose of making him moan, towering over him to make him twitch. The man he just took with him? There wasn't a chance of him doing any of that.

Wanting to know what would happen, Mace stayed in the shadows, following without being seen by hopping to the second floor and then the roof, knowing the shortcuts of every building in this part of town and taking advantage of this. He settled on the roof, eyes glued to Ghost through his mask -mask that Ghost was matching, proof of his importance in the man's life once- and watched the older man drop to his knees before the lieutenant.
Mace would have snorted if the noise hadn't risked attracting Ghost's attention, but he restrained and only shook his head at the slump in Ghost's shoulders, deception evident for someone who knew what to look for, but still, he kept going. He let the officer open his fatigues and take his cock out, limp as it was, and watch the man palming it and kissing its length until it was hard. It would be lying to say the lieutenant didn't seem to appreciate the following blowjob, his hips snapping forward while he groaned low in his chest, hands in the other man's hair, and head thrown towards the sky, but this wasn't anywhere near the state Mace reduced him to when they were together.

It was hot, getting Mace to palm himself at the sight, but he knew this wasn't what Ghost needed, not at all. As much as the pleasure seemed real, that wouldn't shut the pesky voices in his head, wouldn't make him relax, wouldn't let him sleep soundly afterward. It may be a sexual release, but it wasn't enough, and Mace couldn't just let him go unfulfilled like this. As much as watching him fuck the other's throat was good, it was clear when he came that he wasn't pleased with the encounter. The officer didn't even need help to cum, staining his pants like a rookie before their first bunny and thus only thanked Ghost before sprinting inside again, letting him alone to tuck himself back in his fatigues.
With a sigh, Ghost did took out a fag, letting the wall behind him support his weight while he racked up his balaclava, and started smoking, shoulders sagging in and head down in his misery. This was perfect for Mace, who slowly made his way down and outside to meet him, making his way straight to him and positioning himself by his side without a word. That earned him a sideways glance followed by a huff, before the lieutenant offered him a fag, still silent.

"You're offering a smoke to every lucky son of a bitch passing by, or am I this special?"
"You want it or not? I can always keep it."
"That's how you treat an old friend? I'm shocked."
"Fuck off, Mace."

Clicking his tongue, Mace turned toward Ghost, taking a single step closer and pushing him more firmly against the wall.

"Enough Outta you. You shouldn't speak if nothing kind goes through those pretty lips."
"Mace, watch it.
"Oh I'm watching. 'm watching since earlier, and I can tell you're still tense like you didn't just cum deep in someone's throat. That wasn't what you wanted, though, hm? Having power in that situation had never been your thing."

Crowding him even more, Mace let one of his legs tap Ghost's ankle, widening his stance with a single blow and pushing his thigh between the lieutenant's. Ghost stayed silent, his jaw clenching down and his fag all but abandoned between his fingers. That was how Mace liked him the most, defiant but still needy, knowing he wanted nothing more than to be ordered around but still trying to conserve a bit of power in the chance it would be wrenched from him like he craved. His submission needed to be worked for; it was not an easy thing, even though he needed it, and Mace was all for this game.
Letting a hand grip the lieutenant's hip, he ground his knee forward and leaned toward him until his mouth was grazing Ghost's ear.

"If all you need is someone to take matters into their hands, you just need to ask, baby."
"Mace-"
"You came all this way, why not enjoy it? You know no one can do it like me, satisfy you like I do. You're still mine, and that fucking mask just proves it, yeah?"

Ghost didn't answer, but his eyes were all but begging him to keep going, one of his hands fist into Mace's top, and his hips gave a single thrust against his thigh before he stilled himself. This was it, because he knew Mace was right, he knew he belonged to him no matter what. As much as he wanted to, however, the operator wouldn't fuck him here, wouldn't let it be a quick reunion in a dingy alley between two bars, no, he would make Ghost work for it.

"Look at you, watching me with those doe eyes like it would make me cave. I'm not like that, though, and you know it. If you want me, it will be your choice; you coming to me and asking for it, Ghost. I want to hear you say how much you missed this and beg for another go; otherwise, you won't have a single thing."

With a pat to the man's exposed jaw, Mace took a step back, watching his eyes widen at the realisation that he wasn't joking and his hand tightening around his clothes, only to let go when Mace bend over him once more, murmuring a meeting time and GPS coordinates quickly and then disappearing back into the bar, letting the lieutenant alone for the second time tonight.
Ghost groaned but repeated the coordinates in his head, making sure to have them right before reigniting his fag, finishing his smoke, and going back to the base where he was stationed for the duration of this mission. If he was going to see Mace again, there was some prep he needed to do, and he wasn't fool enough to think he wasn't going to beg him with all his might to fuck him once he was there.

Ghost was man enough to admit he liked to be ordered around, to be fucked meanly and praised in the most degrading way known to men. He also knew that no one did it better than Mace, no matter what. The man was something else, may it be his filthy words, his sharp teeth or his rough hands, everything about him was driving Ghost mad and he couldn't let the opportunity pass by.
It was hard to find people who looked at him and didn't immediately jump to the conclusion that he was a cold dom top, even harder to find partners who were into the type of treatment he wanted for them, but it had never been an issue with Mace. Mace, who had been his lover for years before he decided to fuck off with Graves of all people, and then to go to South Africa. Mace, who made him who he was now, stayed by his side not only during the nights when he needed release but in the time he needed someone to talk to, to train with, to help him put his pieces together after Robba.

It wasn't a secret that the two had been in a relationship, but what was less known was the fact that they both kept track of the other through the years, packages with no name appearing in their respective accommodations during the years with trinkets, gifts, intel, and other things. It always made Ghost's heart pang painfully, but the warmth of knowing the other man was looking after him was also a balm to his soul, and so he reciprocated, and it kept going. He didn't know he would see him here, but he knew he would make the most of it, even delivering the next gift box himself for once.
That's how he finds himself outside a flat, a bag full at his side, knocking three times at the door with all the determination of a dying man. Mace opened in seconds, mask still on and fully clothed, not saying a thing while letting him in. Ghost went inside and couldn't help but smile when he saw two cups of tea on the counter, and even more when he saw ropes not too far from it. Without any further delay, he put his bag down and took the box out of it, putting it by the ropes and watching Mace for any reaction. When nothing came from him, Ghost decided to make himself clearer and walk towards him slowly, stopping right in front of him and bending his head to look him in the eyes.

"Mace. I came as you asked."
"Hm, and why is that, Ghost?"
"Because I want you."
"That so?"
"Hm, you know I do. And you do too. So why not act on it?"
"Because I want you to beg for it, I want you to work for it and show me how much you need it."

Mace's tone had taken that edge of command that always made Ghost hot under the collar, and, without much ado, he decided to show him exactly what he wanted from him, getting to his knees right there between his legs, in the entrance of his flat.As much as Mace was in control, Ghost knew how to make him lose it, and so he tilted his head upward and looked at him with hooded eyes before speaking again.

"Let me show you then. But I need the mask off for it. Would you take it off of me? Since it was a gift from you, you should be the one to remove it, it's yours."
"Ghost-"
"Please?'

That brought a groan out of Mace, his air of indifference cracking a bit, just like Ghost knew it would at the mention of the mask and the freely given plea. It always did. Without any more time, Mace's hands were on him, cradling his head and slowly lifting his mask before rolling his balaclava up, stopping at his nose and checking with him to see if he wanted it completely off. He did. And so Mace took it off too, exposing blond hair and beautiful brown eyes turned towards him, pretty pink lips parting without more wait, making him curse under his breath.
He didn't help more, though, telling Ghost to 'Go on, now' and letting him shuffle closer until he was mouthing at the bulge already forming in his pants, lavishing his tongue against it while his hands were unbuckling his belt. His teeth soon closed around his zipper, pulling it open and licking through it at the peak of his underwear. All the while, his eyes were still on Mace's, and that didn't change when he pulled the pants. and underwear off, still keeping eye contact when Mace's cock sprang from its confinement and slapped him on the cheek, keep looking at him when he kissed his way to the tip of it, paying special attention to each piercing on the underside of his cock, eyes fluttering when they dragged against his tongue. Still, he kept looking at him with eyes full of desire and need, even when he took his cock deep in his throat and let a loud moan at the sensation.

It was at this point that Mace decided it was enough, caressing the man's hair before taking a handful of it and yanking him on his cock deeper, breaching his throat and pushing his nose in the wild curl at the base of his dick. He watched him choke on it and listened to the muffled moans the blond gave, watching his hands curl into tight fists to keep them from palming his cock without permission, and tears gathered at his waterline.
This was exactly what Ghost had wanted when he took the officer outside earlier, and they both knew it if Mace's mocking tone was anything to go by.

"That's what you need, baby? A cock to choke on, hm? Of course it is, you pretty slut. Your mouth is made for this. Such a good cocksucker, bet you could come from this alone. But you won't. Not without my permission, is that right?"

When his only answer was a moan, Mace slapped him on the face, tutting at him and asking him to 'answer properly, you slag', making Ghost try to let go of his cock to speak, the movement stopped by the harsh fist in his hair, the tangling in his scalp making tears slide down his cheeks while he did his best to answer around the fat lenght keeping him shut.

"Can't even answer a simple question with your mouth so full of cock, hm? What would your superiors say, a big, strong soldier like you, incapable of obeying orders because he's slobering on dick? Making a mess and loving it."

One of Mace's feet lands on Ghost's cock, making the lieutenant wail through his mouthful and buck against the new pressure on his neglected cock. His eyes closed in ecstasy, the mix of pain and pleasure making him float higher by the second, stripping him of any other thoughts and leaving him needier than ever. When he shifted his hips once more against the boot stepping on him, another harsh slap fell on his cheek, making him moan again.

"Fucking slut, you like pain that much? Look at you, humping my leg like a bitch in heat, wanting nothing more than to be full of cock. Is that what you want, baby? To be full?"

This time, Mace pushed him away from his cock so he would have to answer, voice throaty and broken already, all posturing lost to the pleasure and manners ingrained in him by nights after nights of pleasure coming back to the forefront.

"Please, Sir, please, fill me up. Anyway you want, just need to be full, Sir. Please."
"Anywa,y I want, yeah?"
'Yes, Sir, anything, please."

That made Mace smile wickedly, knowing exactly what he was going to do next, his cock twitching at the mere thought of it. With a simple order for Ghost to strip and follow, he brought the now naked lieutenant to his room, letting him kneel on the hard floor there while waiting for him to go gather whatever it was he needed. When he came back with the ropes and a small black box looking like a jewel case, Ghost didn't even react, too far in pleasure already.
Mace made quick work of tying his hands behind his back, and then kneeled next to him, making the lieutenant blink at the sudden closeness. Even if he had been ordered to, Ghost wouldn't have been able to keep his moan in when Mace circled his cock with one of his rough hand, playing with its head and particularly his slit.

"You want me to fill you, yeah? What about I feel that useless cock of yours, hm? It's not like you use it anyway. Now look down, baby, I want you to watch."

Ghost could only whimper at the spurt of cold lube right onto his cockhead before he looked at Mace open the black box, and his breath hitched at its contents: there was a series of sounds there, made of what looked to be bones, each bigger than the other. Mace took the smaller one and didn't waste another second before pushing it into Ghost, making him shout and bow his back. This earned him two slaps to the thighs and a quiet 'behave' before the sound was pushed completely in, Mace playing with it for a bit, letting Ghost's twitching cock push it out until it was practically all outside, before he would put pressure on it to make it slowly creep back in thanks to the add weight.
He cooed at Ghost, calling him his 'pretty slut',his 'baby' , his 'cockdumb angel' while increasing the size of the sounds until they were at the last one, so big it could be felt when Mace took Ghost's cock in hand, the lieutenant babbling pleas falling into deaf ears while Mace enjoyed the debauched sight he was making: naked, kneeling, hand ties and cheeks streaked with tears, but still looking at him with need in his eyes. It would have been enough to make him cum if he didn't want to break Ghost entirely. As it was, he stripped down and told him to get up, watching him struggle with the command, legs weak and trembling under him. Still, he made it and Mace praised him for it, before pushing him onto the bed.

"So pretty like this, my perfect little slut. Even with your cock full, you still have the energy to move if it means you're going to get fuck, hm? You greedy thing. Well, keep going then, if you're so eager to take my cock, present for me.

The blush on Ghost's cheeks was so deep that Mace was certain he would be able to feel the warmth of it if he went nowhere near the man's face, but that wasn't the plan, and seeing Ghost into position only cemented that fact. He was a work of art, all pale skin and deep scars, showing how much he survived, but still letting Mace use him, tie him up in pretty red ropes to match the shade of his cock. Waiting face down and ass up, he gave the operator a clear view of his pink hole and full balls, his need clearly visible.
What caught his attention was the shine around his rim, lube clearly still inside him from his former prep, hole clenching around nothing with it, but still looking stretched already. With a hum, Mace plunged two digits in a single movement, deep from the get-go, making Ghost wail and sob, babbling his thanks to finally be full while his cock twitched around the sound in it. Then man was stretched, at least for two digit, and still full of lube, probably knowing that the night would go like this, and Mace couldn't help but click his tongue and smack his ass for it, wanting to stretch him himself.
He spanked him several times, one of his hands making sure the sound would stay deep in him, pushing against his prostate from the inside and making him sob even harder.

"Did you play with yourself before coming here baby?"
"Yer, Sir, Ah! Please -"
"What if I want to stretch you myself, hm? Did you came doing it, too? Were you so eager that you couldn't keep your hand from your greedy hole, baby?"
"No, no, I swear, ah! Sir, I didn't cum, not without permission! Please, please, feel so good, ah!"
"Oh, I'm sure it does, slut. But do you think I should reward such behavior, hm? I don't think so."

Knowing it would sting even with the prep, Mace pulled his fingers out and pushed in Ghost's hole without anymore stretch, making his sobbs double up, moans cutting through it with hickups and babbled thanks. He was always so polite when he was getting fuck, it was amazing. The man was absolutely perfect, thigh like sin, hot like hell, and wet to boot.

"Fuck, baby, taking me so good. Does it feel good, hm? To be full from both ends? I'm sure it does. No, keep still while I fuck you and fill you with my cum, yeah?"

Without waiting, Mace gripped Ghost's tied arms and used them as leverage to fuck the man on his cock, making him moan so loud that he was sure his throat would burn tomorrow. Ghost was pleading to cum, the pressure on his prostate terrible from both Mace's cock and the sound, while having nowhere to go. It felt like he was stuck in a constant circle of pleasure, as if he was orgasming without an end, and he didn't know if he could keep going for long. The pleasure was too much, and when he felt Mace come in him, there was nothing he could do but faint.
When he came back to himself, it was to the sensation of being full in so many different ways that he could only moan, his voice already shot to hell. He blinked his eyes open to see Mace between his thighs, and with a wicked grin, the man thrust back in him when he saw those pretty brown eyes back on him, making Ghost arch his back immediately.

"Aw, is this too much for you, my perfect little slut? You passed out on me without even coming. I couldn't let you like that, yeah? And I know how much you like to be full. Does that feel good, baby?"
"Ah! Sir- Too much, 's too much"
"Too much? Really? Does that mean you don't want to cum them?"
"No, no, I want! Ah, Sir, please."
"You can cum as soon as I do. Better clench that tight hole for me, then, yeah?"

Without waiting for an answer, Mace started to fuck Ghost again, making him sob with overstimulation and pleasure-pain but still not asking for it all to stop. The pleasure he felt was a force of its own, taking control of his body and making him move his hips even though it all felt like too much. Mace praised him for it, spanking him to make him tighten even more, but succeeding in bringing him to the edge of consciousness again with hoçw much it all felt.
Before he could lose it, though, Mace brought a hand to his cock and, without any warning, pulled the sound off, making the pleasure surge forward, and Ghost came, milking Mace in the same time, and sobbing uncontrollably. The rush of pleasure kept him present, every sensation feeling insurmountable, overstimulating him in seconds and making his orgasm last way longer than it should have.
When things started to calm down, Ghost was still sobbing with the aftershock, but Mace was there, kissing him softly and praising him, helping him through it all. He waited a bit before sliding out of him, making Ghost whine but soothing him immediately with more kisses. He deftly undid the ropes around the man's arms and let him cuddle close, riding the last of his pleasure right here in his arms before he forced him to drink some water. Once that was done, he carried him to the bathroom and ran him a bath, making sure that Ghost had everything he wanted there. Tea appeared by his side soon after, and they both enjoyed the bath until the lieutenant was ready to talk again.

"I dont' think I'm going to be able to take any missions for a bit, my legs feel like jelly."
"Hm, you could always stay there with me."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Like you said, I want you. Want you to know you're mine."
"'think you made it quite clear. I can barely move without feeling you inside."
"Good. That's how it should always be. But, if we can't, then maybe you should just have something of mine on you, just to make sure."
"Hm, like what? I already wear your mask. Anyone who knows you can see it's yours."
"Well, what about the sounds?"
"What?"
"What if I told you to wear them? Would you do it?"
"I- yeah. Yeah, I would."
"Fuck, such a good slut for me."
"Don't, don't make me horny. I can't go again."

That made Mace laugh, but he knew it was true. That didn't mean that they didn't fucked again later in the day, or the day after that, and after, until it was time for Ghost to go back. If Mace found a box with a knife, initials etched into it, and a pretty ring that definitely wasn't meant for his fingers, while Ghost found a black box in his bag with sounds and a dagger with a golden skull on it, well, no one had to know but both of them.

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Ghost wanted to be good; he did, but Price was taking so long, and he needed something, anything, to take the edge off. He didn't think the Captain would see him ground his hips down and onto his shoes with how he was sucking on his fingers. He thought the sensation of his tongue twirling around his index and pointer fingers would be enough to distract him. It didn't.

"What do you think you're doing, Simon? Are you really disobeying me, now?"

Ghost froze and looked up at his Captain, eyes widened, and mouth still full of the man's fingers. He didn't move, didn't answer, waited to see if Price would do anything else. He didn't let any time go by before he took his fingers out and looked at Ghost with furrowed brows.

"I asked you a question, Simon. And don't think about lying to me."
"I- Captain, I was doing what you told me."
"Because I told you to grind on my boots like a desperate mut?"
"No, no, you didn't, Captain."
"Are you this greedy that you can't wait? I was almost finished but you had to go and disobey. Do you really think I should reward you for such behavior?"
"Captain, I-"
"Quiet. Get up."

Ghost closed his mouth immediately, not daring to say anything now that he'd been caught. When he was standing, naked at his Captain's side, he couldn't help the twitch of his dick at the differences between them: the Captain still in his full uniform, sitting in his office chair, a cigar in one hand while working on reports, while Simon was completely naked, nothing to do but please him.
Price gaze felt like a physical weight while it traveled on him, his tutting making Simon tense immediately. John was looking at his boot, at the streak of precum on it, before he leveled his subordinate with a hard stare. With a single move of his fingers, he called him closer and was immediately obeyed, Simon moving until he was between the Captain's spread thighs. He flinched when a hand wrapped itself around his cock, stiffling a moan as well as he could by biting his hips. The thumb caressing his slit was hard to ignore, however, and when a pearl of precum made its way to it, it paused entirely before disappearing.
Simon watched as it was presented to him and without a thought, he opened his mouth and took the thumb in, sucking at it immediately.

"Look at the mess you made, Simon. While you were supposed to wait for me. That's not acceptable. I can't let this happen."

With a shake of his head, the Captain pulled his thumb out of his mouth and got up, chest to chest with his lieutenant, before pushing him to sit on the desk. He widened the space between Ghost's thighs and fit himself there, caressing the muscles in them from the knee to the junction with his groin. His deft fingers then went higher and circled the base of Ghost's cock, making even more precum drip from his slit.

"Watch. You're so wet already. We can't have that, not when you're supposed to be a good boy and wait, hm?"
"No, Captain. I'm sorry."
"Oh no, you're not sorry yet, Simon, but you will be. Stay still"

Without any more information on what punishment he was going to give him, Price started rummaging through his desk drawers before making a happy noise when he found what he was searching for. When he took it out and Simon could finally see it, his eyes went wide, and he didn't know if he was going to be ignored again or if this would be used for his punishment. The only sure thing was that he was too intrigued to say anything.
In his Captain's hands were a jar full of the red-gold wax beads he usually used to seal official reports, a metal spoon, and the stove going with it. Without even looking at Ghost, the Captain lit the candle in the stove and put some beads in the spoon on top of it. All the while, Simon stayed right where he was placed, cock still hard due to one of the Captain's hands caressing the base of it. It suspiciously felt like a reward more than a punishment, and Ghost knew that could only mean that Price wanted him to relax before the actual act. Even knowing it, it worked; the pleasure from his hand on him too much for him, and so he kept making a mess.

John hummed once the wax was liquid and asked Simon to extend his hand, palm upward, before letting a drop of wax hit his skin. He didn't do anything more, only asking him if it was hot, to which Simon answered truthfully that it was warm, but not hot. He begrudgingly watched as Price used him as a test for his precious report, a pout forming on his face as he did it again, on his inner arm this time, asking the same question and getting the same answer.
It was pleasurable, there was no denying it, but the fact that Price was only playing with it before sealing his reports made him impatient. Between each test on his skin, he would seal one envelope, and then do it again. The next drop of wax was more of a rivulet, right on his pecs, making him gasp at the sensation and push his chest forward, cock twitching in Price's grip and wetting his fingers. The Captain didn't move to seal anything this time, only letting more wax drip on his torso, catching his right nipple in the wax this time, making him moan at the sensation.

"Now, I told you we need to fix the problem and you're just getting wetter by the second, Simon."
" 'm sorry, Captain, I can't help it."
"You can't? Or you won't?"
"I can't, Captain. Can't stop it."
"And that's why you come to me, Simon, because I can. I can help with that. Do you want me to?"
"Yes, Captain, please."

Of course, Simon didn't know what he was agreeing to, but to have his Captain's attention was enough to make him agree to anything. When his hand moved to the tip of his cock, caressing the head and cleaning it of the precum there, he could only moan once more, before letting a loud shout out when warm, warm wax replaced the thumb playing with him. Looking with wide eyes, he moaned again at the sight and at the sensation of warmth around his length, making him twitch widely.
Price seemed to like it too, if the way he let his fingers brush against the wax encompassing his cock head was anything to go by.

"Red is such a pretty color on you, Simon. And now I'm sure you won't make a mess, no matter what you do, yeah?"
"Captain…"
"What is it, Simon?"
"Ah, it feels good, Captain. Thank you."
"Good boy, keeping your maners. Now, go back to your place, yeah? I still need to finish sealing those."

With a pat to Simon's thigh, Price sent him back to kneel between his legs, his face right next to the Captain's impressive bulge, making Ghost want to press his face in and suck him off. He didn't, though, knowing he had already been lucky for his punishment to be so light, but he wanted to. It was at this moment that he understood one thing about the wax: it didn't mean he wasn't feeling his orgasm mounting, it just didn't have anywhere to go, making his cock twitch uselessly and a feeling of being too full slowly creep on him.
Before he could whine about it, he saw Price close the last files he was working on and stretch himself, signaling he had finally finished what he was supposed to do. He looked back at Simon, a smile playing on his lips as he cupped his hard on, watching the desire play in his lieutenant's eyes while he slowly started to palm himself.

"Why don't you take me out of those fatigues, hm?"
"Yes Captain, thank you."

Without delay, Simon shuffled forwards, popping the button of John's fatigues open and putting his hands on the man's hips, waiting for him to lift them to slowly lower his pants to his knees. He looked back at the Captain to know if he could get his underwear too and was rewarded by a nod and a smile, making him grab the boxers and lower them too, watching the man's cock spring upwards now that it was free.

"Good boy, now get back in position and wait prettily for me to finish, yeah?"

At the look of betrayal in Simon's face, Price cooed and wrapped his hand around his cock, starting to jerk off right in front of him, eyes fixed on him.

"You didn't think I'd let you suck me off after you disobey, Simon? You know better than that, hm?"
"Captain, the wax-"
"Was only meant for you to stop leaking all over. And look how hard it got you, you're not going to tell me it felt like a punishment."
"No, Captain, but-"
"But, nothing. It will teach you to obey now."

With a grunt, he kept going, enjoying himself right in front of Simon while the man wasn't allowed to touch him or even himself. When John came, he didn't even let it land on Ghost's face, making him whine. He didn't disobey, though, waiting for him to tell him what to do, and apparently pleasing him enough to be rewarded.

"Good boy. Here, take your reward and suck."

Greedy as he was, he didn't hesitate to open his mouth and suck his Captain's fingers clean, moaning around them and making sure to suck them just like Price liked, trying to entice him into another round later today. It didn't work, only making the older man tease him about it.

"Look at you sucking them like they're the best thing you've had in weeks. What a waste that you didn't listen, or you would have had my cock, too. But here we are, and you're going to stay like that until our next meeting, yeah? Keep you empty and needy like this without any way to do anything about it. "

With a smile that would rival a shark, he bent forward, fingers slipping from Simon's mouth to come grip his jaw and tilted it upwards before continuing.

"And when your bladder will be too full, you won't be able to do anything but come beg me to let you take the wax off, yeah? What if I'm in a meeting then, hm? You'll have to wait, to stay at repose while keeping it all in and that's not saying I'll say yes. You'll need to show me you understood the lesson and that you can be a good boy, yeah?'

Patting Simon's cheek, the Captain got up and told him to dress up, not a single glance at his hard cock or the wax still on his tits, only an order to go check on the new enlistees and give them a tour of the ranges. Before he could go, though, John pressed a water bottle to his hands with a sharp smile, the order clear, and only hummed at the way his lieutenant moved to widen his thighs slightly, keeping all friction away from his aching cock.
Needless to say, Ghost found himself on his knees again a couple of hours later, letting Price use him as he wanted while keeping as still as he could to earn himself the right to crack the seal at the top of his cock.

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Sniper exercises were common for SAS, even those as good as the 141; it was how they kept themselves so good, after all. It wasn't uncommon to have several of them in the same day, to see how well you worked as a team with another soldier acting as your spotter. Ghost had already been Gaz's spotter today and was now going to be the sniper, accompanied by Soap as his duo.
It should be easy enough, the two of them working well together, and Ghost having never missed a shot in his life. Sure, the spot they've been given wasn't the best, far into the forest and possibly full of animals that could pass in front of his line of fire at any moment, but nothing to be especially concerned about. So how, would you ask, did he find himself shaking and whimpering after only three hours in this exercise?
The response was one John 'Soap' MacTavish, obviously.

The first two hours of the exercise were good, nothing really happened, and the two of them spoke a bit to pass the time before Johnny suddenly decided that they would play 20 questions because he was bored. The man was too tenacious not to give in, and so Ghost agreed after only 15 minutes, and so they started playing.

"What's the perfect mission for ye?"
"Something quick and quiet."
"How do ye stay so still for the whole mission?"
"I trained for it."
"That cannea be all! Ye really gonna stay like that until the end?"
"Yes."
"Whatever happens?"
"Yes."

Soap hummed at that before looking Ghost from head to toes, taking in his position: lying on his stomach, one leg folded at a 90°, cross of his rifle in the hollow of his shoulder, and eyes focused on his target. Soap stayed silent for a bit before the Lieutenant asked about it.

"What mad plan are you concocting, Johnny? I can feel the mischief from there."
"Would ye stay in this position no matter what I do? Or would ye lose your focus if the distraction came from another person?"
"Depend on the distraction, I guess, I'll get up and run if you put a bomb next to me, for example."
"No, but what if it wasn't dangerous?"
"Then I wouldn't move. That's part of the job."
"Are ye sure about that, though?"
"Are you challenging me, Johnny?"
"Yes."
"Well then, go for it, then."
"Don't mind if I do, Sir."

With a blinding smile -not that Simon could see it-, Soap slowly moved behind the other man, his hands landing on his straight leg, starting at the ankle and moving up, up, up until it was following the harness's strap just under his ass cheek. The thing was putting Ghost's ass in evidence and had, quite honestly, made Soap hard from the moment the other man lay down in position. Now was just the time to appreciate it.
Simon didn't say anything about Soap's hands on his ass, letting him caress him silently before Soap's other hand joined the fun, starting from his folded leg to his other ass cheek. Without warning, Soap suddenly slapped Ghost's ass, making him grunt but stay in position.

"Did you ask me if I could keep my position because you wanted to slap my ass without me slapping your head in return?"
"Na, I asked because I want to fuck ye and watch ye try to stay still."

Ghost sputtered at that while still keeping still, making Johnny smile even wider and spank him again before grabbing his ass cheeks in both hands and squeezing.

"Not saying me no, are ye? Is that something ye wanted when ye said yes? Are ye just gagging for it but didn't want te ask?"
"Don't let it go to your head, Johnny. You're not going to distract me by sprouting nonsense."
"Aye, but it's not nonsense, Ghost. I'm going to fuck ye, make ye cum in yer fatigues and then shoot yer target in yer wet underwear."

One of Soap's hands trailed from Simon's ass to his groin, palming his balls through his trousers and making him grunt again while Soap launched into a whole monologue of dirty talk while playing with Ghost's cock through his fatigue, feeling him get harder by the minute.

"Look at ye, such a bonnie lad, getting hard from some light petting. Is it the fact that anyone could see ye? That they could hear ye through the mic? After all, anyone could be listening, aye? Oh I felt that, Simon. Felt ye twitch in yer trousers. Ye really like this, hm? The idea of getting caught. But I understand, ye got such a tight ass, it would be a shame if the rest of the boys didn't ken, aye? Sure, they would love to take ye for a spin. Even like that, just dry humping against it, it's still the best piece of ass I ever had. Do ye recon ye could cum like that? With pressure like that and nothing else? "

Johnny grinded his hips against his lieutenant's ass in a harsh thrust, recreating motions they both knew by heart by now, what with them fucking any time they could. But still, feeling Johnny grind against him in the open, while spitting filth in his ear, was getting Simon harder than he thought possible in this situation. The fact that John's movements were putting friction on his clothed cock didn't help either, not with how close he was already from the man playing with his balls.
A hand trailed down the seam of Simon's fatigues, from his ass to his groin, before stopping at his belt and opening it, all the while Johnny kept rutting against him, and his cock was squeezed harshly, making him moan and earning him even more commentary from Soap.

"Feel how wet ye are already, baby? Fuck, who would have thought ye were gagging for this, hm? Should have told me sooner, would have fucked ye right in the common room if that's what do it for ye. Maybe I really should make ye cum like this, aye? Yer lucky I'm selfish and want te feel ye around me or I would have let ye cream yer pants with not a single touch."

The hand in his fatigues wrenched them lower, pulling them to his thighs as best as it could, given the man's position. A growl resonated behind Ghost when his jockstrap was revealed, hands immediately gripping his arse, spanking it red and making him pant, shame crowling in his guts right beside his arousal. He didn't want to make his arousal known, even though he knew Soap could see it, because he would not let Soap shoot his focus, no matter what.
A loud moan escaped him, however, when his cheeks were parted and Johnny spat right on his hole before spreading his spit around it with his thumb. It made the man coo at him and push inside, while telling him how loud he was, how anyone could hear him getting fuck on the job, how tight he was, and how well he was going to fill him. It made the sniper whine and moan, even though he tried to muffle it by biting his lips and sucking his balaclava into his mouth to swallow the noise. It wasn't enough to conceal it, though, and the laugh coming from Johnny made him blush hard enough that he would swear it was visible through his mask. It wasn't long before his thighs were trembling, his grip on his rifle was his lifeline, and his jockstrap was drenched in precum.
Soap didn't stop to let him calm himself, however, and pushed several fingers in him at once, making him slide forward because of the strength behind the movement, cock grinding against the forest floor. The Scot didn't stop here, knowing that Ghost could take it, and add another finger, cooing at him and taunting him while driving his fingers right into his prostate.

"What is it? Are ye going to cum before I even put my cock in ye? Is that it, baby? Are ye going to make a mess of yer underwear for me? Lay in your cum until your target finally shows? In the proof of how much of a pervert ye are?"
"Fuck you, Johnny."
"Now, careful what ye say, Simon."

Another spanking resonated in the forest, Simon grunting at the pain, knowing he would probably have bruises from how often Soap slapped him on his left cheek while thrusting in and out of his hole with his right hand. As if to punish him for what he said, Johnny pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock, tearing a cry from Ghost's throat at the stretch. His head started to drop, but a hand immediately made its way to his jaw and pulled his head upward, telling him to 'keep watching for yer target, Ghost, wouldn't want ta miss it.'.
He didn't wait to start rolling his hips, still keeping Ghost's jaw in his hand and adnoshing him for his lapse of attention while fucking him like it was his mission. He upped his rhythm early on, spewing obsenities in the lieutenant's ear and making the humiliation of his exhibitionism streak even brighter with every comment on it. Johnny was getting closer to his peak too, his thrust getting shorter, more of a grind deep inside him than the long movement from the start, but it applied even more pressure on the lieutenant's prostate, making him muffle another scream while coming from the intense stimulation, propeling his partner into his own orgasm, making him curse and grab his folded leg in a tight grip, sure to leave some bruises there.

"Fuck Ghost, so tight fer me. Ye milk my cock so good like this, like a good ol'boy."

A grunt was his only answer, Ghost trying really hard to keep his eyes open and stop the trembling of his limbs to do anything more than that. One of his hands had found its way into the forest floor, fingers digging in the soil to anchor himself through it all, but it wasn't enough for his body to stop twitching with the stimulation. The cold wind picking up and blowing against the wet patch in his underwear wasn't helping either, the contrast with the hot spent slowly following the withdrawal of Soap's dick, making him clench down and shed some tears.

"Look at ye, baby, clenching around nothing like ye want te keep me here. Fuck, ye're so perfect like this, drooling cum and-."

Soap was about to continue when they both heard a branch break somewhere in the forest, making them tense. It was probably the target, but either way, it meant that someone was here and could potentially see them like that. With a hum and a last slap to his ass, Johnny quickly closed his pants before pulling Simon's up too, but letting the zipper open, because there was'no time to close it, now, Lt'.
Taking deep breaths, cheeks redder than ever, and arms feeling too weak to support his rifle correctly, Ghost tried to compose himself, only for Soap to check the woods with his binoculars and order the snipe, as cool as ever.

To say this was one of the hardest shots Ghost had to take this year, even if it was an exercise, wasn't an exaggeration, and if Soap looked smug for the rest of the day, debrief included, well, Simon wasn't about to open his mouth to ask why, the answer clear in the form of the stain in his pants.

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The religion was quite straightforward on the subject of sexual intimacy: every priest was obliged to stay chaste and pure if they wanted to stay in the service of the Golden God. They needed to take care of themselves, stay healthy, smart, and pretty, just like the God wanted, but also stay untouched by mortal hands. As hard as the physical training was, they had to stay covered from head to toes when they were in the presence of believers, their beauty said to be too much for mere mortal eyes, a gift from the God Himself and a treat for His eyes only.
For this reason, priests had to wear a cassock, keeping their body hidden, an alb, symbol of their purity, a cincture symbolising chastity, and a stole, symbol of their authority and service to the God. The outfit was finished by a veil, hiding the last of the priest's beauty. All of it was in shades of black, the gold color representing their loyalty and devotion never to be seen by anyone other than their God.

Locals all knew about this, and some had tried to see behind the veil, to catch a glimpse of the skin of the famous priests, especially the one keeping the temple in the far edge of the city. The man had been nicknamed Ghost due to his ability to stay hidden, even when flocks of believers were searching for him, but still accomplishing his duties without fault. Since he started his service, the temple had never been busier, and the offerings were numerous, pleasing the Golden God. His rewards weren't given to Ghost, though; his pretty priest was too close to ascending to the status of icon for the God's liking. After all, he was supposed to be his, to be his devotee, but people had started to love him more than they did Him, to worship His priest and try to distract him from his path.
No, the Ghost wouldn't be rewarded, no matter how much effort he put in his own worship, and that was it.

Simon had been training to be a priest since he was found on the temple's parvis when he was young, shivering and crying his eyes out. He had grown up in the temple after that, learning everything about the religion and the Golden God, abiding by His rules and following the path He had traced for him. To do so, he focused on himself and the sacred texts, avoiding interaction with anyone outside of the Sisters who had raised him, and even then, he kept his distance from most conversations.
He learned early on that he was pretty, thanks to his God's attention in him, but also because of the believers who tried to take him out, to tempt him, to taint him. Most of those disappeared mysteriously afterward, Simon's past in the street having taught him how to do so easily. He tried to do it the least often possible, but some of them were just… too much. He kept it a secret from the other temple's residents and took every action possible to please the Golden God and keep His eyes away from his more bloodied activities.

The years went by, and Simon became The Ghost, thought after as much as he was feared, his beauty only rivaled by the mystery surrounding him. Without his knowledge, however, he did not only attracted followers of the God who wanted to feel closer to their deity by owning what he loved, but darker soul too. Immortal ones who lived to see the spilled blood on his hands, to hear the soft pants after he fought someone to death, to feel the sparks of arousal crackling low in his belly.
One of those dark souls kept a particularly close eye on him, watching him devote himself to a God who didn't reward this precious gift, watched him offer his body, desires, and need to the Golden One without any benefit or pleasure out of it. They watch and watch until finally it was time for them to make that beautiful priest their own.

It was one of those nights where Ghost was alone in the temple, the other residents all out on diverse missions, and the temple's doors were closed for the night. He would never say it aloud, but that was how he liked it best: bathing in the colorful light spanning from the stained-glass windows, no sound outside of the pitty patter of the rain on the glass, and only the sweet scent of incense floating around.
In the middle of this dream-like place, surrounded by nothing but calmness, a sudden feeling of eyes following him made him straighten up and look around. With the veil on his head, he knew his gaze was hidden, but it still felt like the presence was evading his look purposefully. Ghost kept going, lighting the last of the candles on the candelabra before turning towards the presence, trying to find it in the middle of the shadows where it was hiding.

"Who are you, and what are you doing in this temple, stranger?"
"Does it matter who I am?"
"The temple is closed to the followers tonight. I'll have to ask you to leave if it's your case."
"I am no follower, Goldstück."

The foreign language and the deep voice were enough to tell him that this presence wasn't ordinary. This wasn't someone he could get rid of easily, and, if he was honest with himself, he didn't want to. The rumbling tone was enough to pique his interest, the shadows around him enticing him to take a closer look, and the amusement behind his words making him want to know more.

"What are you, then?"
"Wouldn't you like to know, pretty thing?"
"I would. You're in a place of worship, after hours, hiding in the shadows as if the light would burn you."
"Clever priest, for someone hidden away under so many layers, you sure want to see more of me. What would you give me in return?"
"Are you bargaining with me, stranger?"
"I am, Priest."
"I will not bargain with someone I cannot see. Come out, and we'll talk."
"Do you swear?"
"I do."

There was something somber in the being's voice, as if giving his word was all he had ever wanted, but even that wasn't enough to deter Ghost from learning more. It could be because of his self-imposed loneliness, or the sense of abandonment by his God, but the result was the same: Ghost wanted more from this interaction.
With a hum, the being moved, his figure detaching itself from the shadows, sailing through them until he was standing in front of the priest, the stained glass projecting a red hue against the 8-foot-tall mountain of a man that he was. Simon had to tilt his head upward until his neck hurt to see his eyes, the only glint of his face visible, the rest hidden by a pitch black hood. His body was hugged by tight clothing, black too, making his bulging muscles even more present and his build even more imposing. His hands were bared, skin covered with scars, and claws in place of nails were visible there, twitching with the man's movements. A pang of desire shot through Ghost as he took it all in, his eyes wide while he looked at him, mouth open behind his own veil.
It made more sense, now, why the being wanted him to swear he would keep talking to him, because there was no doubt that he wasn't mortal. Ghost had been a God's favorite, however, and he wasn't afraid of the towering being, far from it. The dark soul seemed to know this, however, and didn't wait to let it be known, walking even closer to Ghost.

"What is this, pretty priest? Your desire spiked just then. Did I get to you already?"
"What's your name?"
"My name's König, Hübscher, but do not think I'll let you avoid my questions and answer yours. That's not fair, is it?"
"What do you want to know? You seem to know what I feel, so what could I give you more than that?"
"You could give yourself to me. Let me know you, body and mind."
"I can't-"
"But do you want to, though? What does your loyalty bring you? And your chastity? What's the point of it, except to feed the hunger in you? To please a god who does not care for you?"

When no response came, König grew bolder, one clawed hand squimming against the veil covering Ghost's face, continuing toward his throat, squeezing once before following his stole and stopping at his waist, grabbing it and pulling the priest to him. From this close, König could see an outline of his face through the semi-transparent veil, revealing a strong jaw, a Roman nose, beautiful dark eyes, and plump lips.
He didn't try to lift it, only gazing at the man's face and appreciating this glimpse of him before he could really see the rest of his legendary beauty. His hands started drawing circles on his hips, feeling hard muscles under the loose clothing and testing the limits of the priest's laissez faire. At the lack of answer or movement, even now, König kept going, letting his fingers slip into the man's cincture and following the curve of the garment until he could undo it completely.

"Is that what you want, Ghost? For me to keep undressing you until nothing stands in my way? To let me see what your God gave you, to let me appreciate it like He didn't?"
"Wouldn't that make you my God, then?"
"I will be anything you want me to, Hübscher. Your God, your lover, your devotee. Give yourself to me, and I'll worship you like you deserve. You only need to pledge to me and let me see you. Will you do it?"
"Yes."

This time, it was Simon who moved first, plastering himself against the being in front of him, letting his hands come around his clawed ones and following the edge of those sharp, sharp points before pressing down. Blood pearled from his thumb, deep red flowing against his milky skin, making a hunger emerge from König on a near physical level. Blood was well known as the first offering you should give to the Gods, especially when entering their service. Ghost's move was thus a powerful one, a promise of allegiance.
The dark being knew this and took Ghost's thumb into his mouth, making his hand disappear under his hood to suck on it, tearing a gasp from the priest, followed by a moan when König's wicked tongue brushed against the man's fingers. Something sharp bumped against the pulp of Simon's thumb before slicing through it, bringing even more blood forward. One of Ghost's hands found its way on the being's muscular chest, pawing at it while bucking his hips forward, looking at König through his veil, light eyelashes fluttering and projecting shadows on his cheeks, and creating a sheer need in the God to unveil him.
He couldn't, however, not before Ghost pledged himself to him. He already gave him his blood, creating a bond between them, but König couldn't make him his until he swore his loyalty to him and rejected his previous God. He didn't have a lot of patience left and decided to hasten the situation, giving a sharp suck to his thumb before letting it go.

"Come on, pretty priest, give yourself to me, vow your devotion to me, and let me have you."
"I only know the words of the Golden God, and I don't want to offend you."
"Twist it however you want, Geliebter, as long as you mean it."
"I do, König, I lay my life before you today, and I give myself totally to you. Show me how I can serve you as I embrace this windless night."
"I accept you, Simon, and I will make you mine on this day, officialise it under every God's eyes."

The use of his first name made Ghost's eyes widen, but he didn't dare move when his new God's hands caressed his cheeks through the veil before taking the edge of the fabric between his fingers and lifting it softly, revealing pale skin, rosy lips, as well as freckles, scars, and blonde hair previously hidden. One of the scars ran from Simon's chin to his left eye, while another crossed his nose, and König could do nothing less than brush the pads of his fingers along them.

"How beautiful you are, Simon. Will you let me see more? Bare yourself for me?"
"Only if you make it fair, please."

Simon smiled at him sweetly before starting to undress, letting go of each piece of clothing slowly, erotically, uncovering untouched skin and hard muscles in a body worthy of a God of Beauty. He waited, however, for König to do the same before continuing, letting the God's eyes rake upon his skin like a fiery caress without letting him touch just yet. He waited for his black tunic to fall to the ground, revealing hard muscles and dark hair, scars scattered all over from various injuries, making the mortal want to learn them all.
The God didn't wait a second before latching onto his soon-to-be lover. Each inch of skin exposed was immediately explored by König, may it be with his hands, his lips, or his teeth, having rolled his hood to his nose to enjoy his priest fully. He paused, however, when Simon pushed him gently away, taking the last of his clothes and stealing the breath from König.
Under all of that black clothing meant to keep the eyes away from Simon, there were golden jewels, lots of them. It started with a thick collar encircling his neck, then golden barbels going through his nipples, linked by a thin double chain, followed by a hooked barbell piercing his navel, and finally a gold cage trapping his cock. The last one immediately caught the God's attention, especially the lock on it, making him hard at the idea of being Simon's first and making him discover what pleasure meant.

Simon was blushing and batting his eyelashes prettily, mouth hanging open with his heavy breathing from the anticipation, while König stepped forward and immediately grabbed the blonde's cock, fingers caressing him between the golden bars and making him moan, and scrambled forward, letting himself fall against König and claw at his chest. The God cooed at him, continuing to move his hand around the priest's cock, while his other hand went to the chain between his nipples and pulled on it. A sharp cry resonated in the temple, feeding the God's hunger for his new lover and making him greedy for more.

"So perfect for me, Schatz, look at you. Come on, tell me how much you want it."
"König, God, please. Please!"
"Use your words. What do you want from me?"
"Please make me cum!"

The height difference was more visible than ever in this position, Ghost's head only reaching the God's collarbone like this, even while sitting on top of the sacrificial table. König was an unmovable force, manhandling Ghost without a drop of sweat and going back to stroking him through his cage. He kept going, pushing against the end of it before skirting his fingers on the exposed skin before sliding them downward and squeezing his balls, making him moan and grunt profusely. He was incredibly sensible, but it was to be expected if he had been in chastity for a while, and the dark God could only relish in the beautiful sounds coming from his priest.

"How did you even follow your chastity vow when you're this sensitive, hm? Look how wet you are already. Did you play with yourself while the Golden God wasn't looking? Did you come all over those pretty jewels he put on you? Tell me."
"I didn't touch myself."
"That's so? Then how did you do it?"
"I just- Ah! König!"

The God looked hungrily as he palmed the man's balls with one hand, making his hips twitch widely while precum dripped down the golden cage, while his other hand glided on his thigh, claws raising red welts on the pale skin. Going by the way he was moaning, it was clear the priest liked the pinpricks of pain with his pleasure, makure König pressed a bit harder, drawing blood and sharp cries from the man.

Between the cuts on his thighs and the palm on his sack, Simon was lost in pleasure and was visibly struggling not to cum right there, clinging to his last restraints.

"Come on, Geliebter, answer me and I'll let you cum, yeah?"
"Ah, please, König!"
"I'm listening, love."
"I- I didn't do anything! Just- clenched my thighs, that's all!"
"Really? How cute that you would resolve in pleasure so easily with no one to watch how beautiful you are while doing it, pretty priest. But I'm here, now, so go ahead and show me."

Clawing hard enough at König to draw blood, Simon arched his back on a loud moan and came violently, shooting all over the god's stomach in powerful spurts while tremors raked all over his body. Beautiful tears dropped from his eyes, rolling on his cheeks to be lapped away by the Dark deity. Simon was perfect like this, trembling and bleeding while trying to get hard, no matter that it was physically impossible with the cage around him.
König smiled at the sight, knowing that the man in his arms was now his and watching the gold metal slowly turn black, the last claim of the Golden God dripping away with the last of Simon's orgasm. Incredibly, the man didn't try to pull away after such an intense release but buried his head in König's chest, mumbling about making König feel good too, at which the god laughed before pushing away, the blonde's fingers clenching to his shoulders at the movement.

After soothing him, König only pushed away enough to be able to bring one of Simon's hands to his groin, letting him feel the size of him and watching his eyes widen. With a laugh and a kiss to his fluttering eyelids, the god reassured him that he wouldn't ask him to take him while he was this sensitive, before adding that they would need to get him used to the pleasure since he would not know a single day without it from now on.

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Surveillance shifts were the

, the absolute worst of them all. Roach would happily take any other missions if that meant he didn't have to stay up all night to watch a live feed of the base, as if someone would be stupid enough to try something there. What was even worse were the traps enclenched during the night to see if the soldier on shift was actually doing his job: it could be a football rolling through a hall, an officer peeking his head through a door and signing a ransom word that would be asked the next day, or even a simple light twitching in Morse code somewhere.
It was mind-blowingly slow and annoying, making you ponder the sense of life and want to learn random new tricks and abilities to pass the time. It also made you switch from one camera to the other in rhythm with your favourite song to make it funkier. What could happen when doing this was to stumble upon one of the traps previously announced, and Roach did so in the form of his Captain and his best friend talking in a corner of the base's kitchen.
It wouldn't be the first time that the test would be to read on lips, but it was still surprising that they chose the Captain -who was often too busy- and Ghost -who wears a mask at all time- for this. Either way, Roach would do his best. I wasn't like he didn't train with Ghost to do this before, and even if the Captain liked to talk Galic at random times, Roach was proud to say he knew more of his most commonly used expression by now.

Leaning forwards, Roach focused on the two men, deciphering their conversation as well as he could and quickly realising that maybe, maybe this wasn't another test at all.

"Ye absolute menace, ye never stop do ye?"
"Why would I? You're the one who can't keep it tactical, Captain."
"Watch it or I'll show you tactical."
"Sure you will."

Captain MacTavish visibly clicked his tongue before grabbing Ghost by the back of the neck and bringing him forward, knocking their chests together and making the lieutenant stumble forward, hands flying to the Captain's shoulders. Soap's other hand went to Ghost's hips, squeezing it before letting it slide toward his ass under Roach's astounded gaze.
Well, it was safe to say that this was not a test. Or if it was, it was from another category altogether. He should stop looking, act like he hadn't seen anything, and keep checking on the rest of the base until his shift was over. He should, but… But Captain MacTavish had rolled Ghost's mask up and was kissing him like he would die without it while keeping him in place with a thigh grip. He should, but Ghost was grinding against Soap's leg between his thigh, hand pawing at the Captain's chest while he melted into the older man's arms. He should, but MacTavish was ruthlessly filthy, and the Lieutenant was no better.

"Ye brat, couldn't even wait to be in yer room, hm? Too desperate fer cock, are ye?"
"I wouldn't be if you hadn't decided to put me on edge during that meeting earlier."
"Sure, because ye didn't grind against my hand like a cheap whore 'il ye were seconds from cumming all over yerself."
"It wasn't like you were going to let me, I had to do something since you clearly can't take your responsibilities.

Roach gasped at the harsh slap that landed on Ghost's ass, knowing that the sound must have resonated in the empty room with how much strength went behind it. Shame brought a blush to his cheeks when he realised he had leaned forward to see better and was hard as a rock in his fatigues, the smart tongue of the lieutenant and the dirty talk from the Captain enough to make desire bubble in his belly.
On the screen, he watched the Captain manhandled Ghost until he was bent over one of the mess tables, back arched and legs spread, MacTavish grinding against his ass while pinning him down with his weight, draped over his back.

" And what responsibilities would that be? Teaching ye some manners? I'm sure I can think of something for that. Spread your legs wider, brat."
"What, can't do it yourself, Captain?"

Another slap was given, then another one on Ghost's other ass cheek, before Soap hit the lieutenant's legs opened wider. Within minutes, MacTavish had a hand under his lieutenant's hips, opening his pants and pulling them downward on his thighs. Distractedly, Roach replicated the motion, popping his button open and opening his fly just enough to get his cock out. He was red and leaking already, shamed by how turned on he was by watching them and how much he craved to hear them too, not only read their lips.
As it was, Roach couldn't dare to close his eyes to enjoy the feeling of his hand on his cock, afraid to miss something. Right now, while he was palming himself, the Captain had had the time to push Ghost's underwear down and had spanked him red, making his ass wiggle with each slap while he arched his back harder, head thrown back and mouth open in what Roach could only imagine to be moans. They must have been loud, because John quickly muzzled his lover by putting three fingers in his mouth, telling him to suck on them while he kept palming his arse.

"Ye're way too cheeky fer someone in yer position, Ghost. Keep talking back and ye're not going to cum for the next week at least. It would be a waste not te give the soldiers the show they want, hm? Or are ye going to tell me ye goad me to fuck ye here without a reason behind it?"

Ghost grunted, trying to answer something through MacTavish's fingers, only to abandon when the Captain's other hand grabbed one of his cheeks and pulled, exposing his clenched hole to the room. The lieutenant visibly swallowed, his head bobbing around the digits for a minute before the Captain pulled them out and rubbed them against the man's twitching rim.

"Come on, dove, tell me. Why push yer luck here of all places? Ye usually keep it behind closed doors or in situations with more risk than that."
"Fuck, Captain. Come on, keep going."
"Not without an answer, brat."

Ghost's head tilted forward, hiding his mouth while he answered, but whatever he said made MacTavish smile wickedly and reward him with a single finger pressing in him. He bent over the lieutenant, mouthing something right by his ear that Roach couldn't decipher before bringing an arm around his chest and pulling him upward with him at the same time as he started pumping his finger inside. The move made Ghost's mouth open wide, eyes rolling in his head while he was finger fucked harshly.
The sight was so erotic that Roach barely kept his orgasm at bay, letting go of his cock before he could finish this too quickly. As shameful as he felt watching the feed, he wanted to see it to its end, to watch Ghost come undone under the Captain's ministrations. He wanted to fuck his fist at the same pace as those fingers thrusting into him, so he could imagine what it would be like. He only waited for his orgasm to ebb away before taking his cock in hand again, watching as another finger entered Ghost, then another, stretching him with only saliva to help along.

When the Captain finally deemed his subordinate stretched enough and opened his fly, Roach was drenched in precum, dick twitching and drooling like a virgin on their first time, ready to blow at the first contact. He had to squeeze the base of his cock to stop himself, pulling on his balls to stop his pleasure from overwhelming him. The Lieutenant didn't seem far behind, expression blissed out and fingers scrambling to grip MacTavish's arm and anchor himself while he pushed inside him.

"Fuck, Ghost, yer so tight like this. Could almost think yer wasn't a greedy slut."
"Ah, Captain!"
"Could ye imagine what the others would say te seeing ye like this, hm? Probably beg te be in my place and let 'hem have a round."
"Fuck, Captain, please "
"Aye, I ken ye would like that. Look at ye, even being polite now. Not much of a brat when yer full, are ye?"
"Cap-"
"Maybe I should just tell them, hm? Always greedy and whining to get fuck, I cannae do it all myself."
"Fuck, Ah!"
"Ye got real tight at that, dove. Do ye want it that much? Want another of my men ta fuck you?
"Yes, yes, Captain-"
"I know, I know, once is not enough for ye. Just need one of 'em to man up and bend ye over, hm?"

Roach was panting by now, stripping his cock furiously and ready to cum when he startled: the Captain looked straight at the camera with his last sentence, smiling a knowing smile while thrusting harshly into the lieutenant. Between the immediate sensation of being caught, the implication of that look, and the sight of Ghost cumming all over the mess table, Gary didn't stand a chance and cum harder than he had in years, streaks of semen hitting the monitors and painting his hand, making him curse.
While he tried to straighten the mess he just made, he couldn't detach his gaze from the camera feed and watch the Captain turn Ghost's head towards the camera while he smiled in the crook of the man's neck before biting it, making the lieutenant cry. With that act of absolute possessiveness, it was clear that he knew they were being watched, but they still kept going until a second orgasm shook Ghost to the core, tears wetting his cheeks and cum splattered against his front, while the Captain came deep in him.

"Such a good boy when ye want to be, dove. Always so sweet once you're full of cum, aye? And so pretty. Fuck, ye're such a sight. What a lucky bastard he is to have a surveillance shift tonight, hm?"
"Hmm."
"Can't even talk anymore? Poor thing. And to say ye beg for it."
"'t was good. Don't regret 'it.
"Of course not, brat, and I'm sure ye made a happy, happy man tonight, but it's time te go now."
"Hm, take me to your room, Capt'n."
"Of course, dove."

With a fond smile and a kiss on the lieutenant's head, MacTavish helped him tuck himself away before carrying him out of the room. He didn't go without another pointed look at the camera, making Roach gulp and his cock twitch in an effort to come back to life after such a powerful orgasm. He cleaned everything and followed the men's journey to the Captain's room through the different cameras before going back to his shift, praying that he didn't miss a test somewhere else on base while he was occupied.
If, after that, he asked to have more surveillance shifts and made sure to mention them to Ghost or the Captain during their everyday conversation, well, it would stay between them.

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Getting captured and tortured was, unfortunately, a real possibility when you were working in the SAS, especially when you were working in close proximity with a supernatural task force known for its deadly, powerful members. It was a fact. A fact that brought König to take escape courses with one of said members, only to augment his chance of survival. Ghost had been nice enough to accept to teach him how to escape several hostage situations without any complaint, only giving him a time and meeting point before disappearing in the shadows, silent as always.
They had started working on it several weeks ago, going around several scenarios and techniques in an efficient way that made König all the more thankful to be on the same side as this man. Those training sessions had the surprising effect of bringing the two of them closer together, allowing them time to chat about anything and everything after each meeting, during the recovery time the lieutenant had insisted on.
It became quickly apparent to König that the man had experience with other types of role play, his insistence on aftercare and no-nonsense commitment to safe words clear as day. It was fine, the KorTac operator having no say in the man's private life, but still, it kept nagging at him. Questions about what type of scene he would play, with whom, and which role he would take kept tormenting him, keeping him awake and hard at night.

It was becoming a problem, especially since today was a lesson on escaping different types of ropes, and getting tied up by Ghost was making him all hot and bothered. Unfortunately for the operator, the lieutenant was known for his attention to detail and clocked him in immediately. In König's defense, he tried very hard not to pop a boner and succeeded until he was tied in a full-body harness, legs bound to his chair from ankles to thighs, arms behind his back, and chest criss-crossed with even more ropes.
The sensation of Ghost's fingers running against the ropes in the junction of his groin and his thighs, pulling them, tightening them, testing the give in them, broke König's last restraint against his body. It was humiliating to get hard under the hands of the lieutenant when he had agreed to help him like he did, and the Austrian was ready to get chewed on, screamed at, and dismissed. To say he was shocked when none of this happened would be an understatement: Ghost only looked at him with a cocked head from his place, croutch between König's thighs, humming low in his throat before addressing the subject.

"Having a hard time here, Colonel?"
"Ghost, I- Scheiße, I'm sorry"
"Hm. Do you want to stop? Or do you want me to keep going?"
"I'm… not sure of what exactly you are asking me."
"It's not a hard question. I'm asking if you want to keep training. What would you want me to ask?"

König couldn't have been more thankful for his hood as he was blushing hard and couldn't imagine how mortifying it would be to explain. He already made a fool of himself while letting his hormones control him, but Ghost's tone was full of mirth, almost playful in the way he fished for more words from him, and it was making it hard to think. A click of the man's tongue was enough to snap his attention back to him, desire rushing through him once more when he made eye contact and thus had to take in the sight of him between his legs. He tried to focus, however, on the question he hadn't answered just yet.

"Ah, it's nothing, Lieutenant, I was just distracted."
"Is that what we call it now? König, I want you to tell me now: will you be able to focus for the rest of our training, or do you need me to take care of it?"

The question caught him so off guard that he did nothing more than fix the other soldier with wide eyes for a bit before sputtering widely at the unhinged question and absolutely deadpan way he asked it. He wasn't about to say no, not to an opportunity like this one, but at the same time, he couldn't really say yes, could he? What with their ranks, their affectation, and such. But, once again, he couldn't resign himself to saying no. Fortunately, Ghost seemed to understand this.

"We can call it tactical if it's what's bothering you, or we can act like this never happened. I can give you space to sort it out or cut this session short."
"No, I don't want it to stop, I just- Do you want it? Even knowing the risks?"
"What risk? It's not like the Captain isn't aware of the fraternisation in our troops. I wouldn't have proposed otherwise."
"He knows about it?"
"Please, he practically initiated it himself."

König looked at the other with something akin to wonder in his eyes, before nodding slowly, uttering a small "Please" and hoping it would be enough to move this along. It didn't, Ghost not accepting this half attempt at an answer and asking him to use his words.

"I want you to ask exactly for what you want. I won't do a thing you didn't ask out loud, so be precise."
"Ah, Lieutenant, I don't- I don't know what I want. Just- touch me?"

Ghost hummed, one hand trailing back to the ropes he had placed on him before and playing with them, fingers following the strands on his legs, starting at his boot and going up, up, up until they were toying with the bottom of his hood.

"I am touching you, Colonel. Is that what you want?"
"Scheiße, you know that it's not."
"Then do better and ask correctly."
"Please! Please touch me- between my thighs."

The air of authority exuding from Ghost was, unfortunately, making König even harder, now drooling in his pants and making his desire even more visible when it soaked through his fatigues. As difficult and embarrassing as it was, it forced him to comply and ask for more, only to be rewarded by Ghost's strong hand pressing against his groin, making him moan immediately at how sensitive he was. The reaction seemed to ignite something in the lieutenant who pressed even more firmly against him, watching in fascination when he felt something move under his palm.
This was oftentimes the moment when König's potential lovers got weird or even scared and ran for the hills, but here Ghost was, looking curious and eager to see what was writhing under those wet pants. His eyes met König, waiting for the Austrian to ask for more, to speak up and beg once more. The way he was palming his groin was insensitive enough, the feeling of those clever fingers putting pressure on his most sensitive area driving him mad with pleasure, but the idea of them touching him without the barrier of clothes? He could probably cum at the mere idea of it.

"Please, Lieutenant, touch me without my clothes, let me feel you."
"Such a good soldier, asking for what you want. Of course I'll do it."

Still crouching between König's thighs, Ghost squeezed the Colonel's cock once more before going to pop the button of the man's fatigues and drag his zipper down. He didn't even try to pull the man's pants lower, knowing that his knots were too good for the ropes to budge and appreciating the threat of having the man make a mess of his pants. He immediately pushed his hand in König's underwear, making them both gasp at the resulting sensations: where the Colonel gasped in pleasure, the Lieutenant gasped from the novelty of feeling tentacles wrap around his hand.
He knew, of course, that König was a descendant of Cthulhu; everybody knew it, it was one of the reasons why he had been selected to work with the 141, but Ghost didn't know that the octopoid aspect of his heritage would be visible on his private parts. Wanting to know more, he pulled it out of its confines and couldn't help but move to a kneeling position, getting closer to the treasure he had just found and taking advantage of the position to grind his own cock against his heel.

König was moaning with each brush of Ghost's fingers against the tentacles encircling his cock, the man taking his time to explore each of them before focusing on his whipping penis, making him tremble and jerk, the ropes keeping him from moving in any way while he was played with. It was all so much: the feeling of helplessness due to the ropes, the pleasure from the touches, the craving to see the lieutenant use him like he wanted to. Everything was so overwhelming that he felt like he was going to cum any second now. Unfortunately, Ghost seemed to feel it too and stopped abruptly, leaving him panting and whining for his touch.
He didn't even need to remind König of the rules this time; the Colonel immediately devolved into begging and pleading, desire slurring his speech pattern.

"Please, Ghost, Lieutenant, please, just- more, please."
"Hm, I don't think you could handle more, Colonel."
"Please, I am begging you, bitter mein Herr."

Ghost considered him for a bit, not saying anything, only watching him silently before humming lowly in his throat in such a way that König couldn't say if he was going to get what he was begging for or not. Before he could start to implore him, the Lieutenant shocked him by getting up and bringing one hand to König's mouth, slipping it under his hood until he could touch his lips and tell me to open up and suck.
With his other hand, Ghost opened his pants and pulled them off completely, followed by his underwear, and started to touch himself while watching the Colonel suck on his fingers, cover them in saliva, and beg him with his eyes to touch him too, to continue to use him and to give him more. All the while, König's tentacles were writhing and drooling a thick liquid, something that the lieutenant used to start opening himself, making the bound man moan and plead once more.

"I'm not even touching you, and you're moaning like a porn star. Do you really think you'll handle more? How are you even going to keep from cuming the second you're inside me, hm?" Waiting for an answer, he swiftly pulled his fingers out of König's mouth.
"You're going to-"
"What do you think I'm fingering myself for? I'm going to take you to the root and watch you cry about it."
"You- Scheiße Lieutenant, you can't, it won't fit, it's too much!"
"It will."

The hand that was in the Colonel's mouth dropped to his groin, playing with his cock while the tentacles around it curled around his fingers, slithering to his wrist, suckers latching to his skin and making Ghost gasp. His cock twitched and he moaned, gaze glued to König's groin and finishing his prep way too soon for what was to come. The Colonel didn't even think of telling him to keep doing it, however, because he was blinded by the promise of coming soon.
The lieutenant sat right there on König's thighs, watching him try to move and failing, teasing him for a bit before finally sinking on his cock. The first touch of Ghost's hole was so hot that the man didn't have time to take him in entirely before the operator was over the edge of pleasure, coming inside him with a whimper and a babbled apology. Ghost didn't even pause, only clicking his tongue and continuing his descent until he was feeling him in his guts.

Moaning, Ghost started fucking himself on him, using him like a toy and making him whine from the stimulation. He knew, of course, that he could make him stop with a simple word, but the sparks of pleasure-pain rolling over him were feeling so good they he couldn't even consider the idea.
Even with the pleasure and lust coursing his veins, the Colonel spent cock still got soft after his orgasm and, soon enough, Ghost growled his displeasure, lifting his hips enough for the limp appendage to slip out and flopped down against König's stomach with a wet noise, making a mess of it. He thought right there that it was it, the Lieutenant would undo some knots and ask him to jerk him off or something, but no, the man surprised him once more.

"Look at that. If I didn't know better, I would think you're a virgin, Colonel. You beg for it only to cum seconds after it started? How disappointing. Guess those will have to do then."
"Wha- AH!"

Without warning, Ghost had gripped one of König's tentacles and dropped on it, taking it deep and moaning loudly at the sensation: it was like it had a will of its own, moving inside him with deep pulses and searching movements, releasing even more thick liquid, lubricating the way. The lieutenant didn't even have to move up and down; the appendage already stimulating him in the best way, bumping against his prostate and wiggling as if trying to go even deeper.
The Colonel was cursing in German between grunts and moans, his cock twitching at the sensation of that sensitive part of him buried in the warm, tight insides of the other man. Looking down, he made a high whining sound at the sight: Ghost cock was resting against his own, red and leaking, trapped between their stomachs, staining König's shirt while the man sat there, taking his pleasure from him without a care in the world. After a bit, Ghost tried to move again, starting back his riding, bringing full sobs out of König and praising him for how pretty he sounded.
Unfortunately for him, the Austrian was too far gone to warn him, and he was thus taken by surprise when, on a downward thrust, he felt another tentacle at his rim, trying to find its way inside him. Pretty brown eyes shot open, looking at the man below him with shock, while his hands shot up to grip the ropes on his chest, anchoring himself and stimulating the poor operator even more.

"Fuck, Colonel, what is that?"
"I- Lieutenant- please-"
"What happened to asking for what you wanted? Fuc-Ah! Fuck! König!"

The way the Lieutenant said his name was too much for him and König came again, untouched, with a whimper, incapable of answering. Everything was white behind his eyes, and for a second, he thought he was going to pass out from the onslaught of sensations, only to mewl pathetically when the second tentacle did find its way inside Ghost, stretching him wide and robbing him of his strength.
A long moan escaped him, resonating in the colonel's head since the man had lost all prestance and let it drop against Ghost's chest minutes ago, drool seeping in his hood and onto the man's ruckup shirt. Seeing and feeling his reactions made him babble about being in heaven, thanking him again and again while his tentacles moved around, rearranging the man's velvety channel and, after a while, grew inside him.
This brought tremors to Ghost's legs, the man trying to get up to escape the sensation, only to drop down when tentacles latched on his balls, suckers leaving rows of red marks on both his sack and the inside of his thighs. The drop made the slick organs ram even deeper inside him, Ghost's rim clenching around them, only spurring their movement and their growth until a loud cry came from the man.

Sitting there, feeling fuller than ever, the Lieutenant let one of his hands drop to his stomach, swearing when he felt a fucking bulge there. Looking down, his breath itched, and he moaned before ordering König to look and see howdeep he was in him. There, under Ghost's pale skin, was an obscene bump visibly moving due to the tentacles inside. This was too much for him, and he came all over the Colonel, yanking the ropes in his upper back to make him stand straight and arch his back, letting his cum splatter from navel to pecs in white spurts, adding to the already present mess and making the bigger man sob loudly once more.
Without being asked, he devolved into another round of thanks and pleas to stay right here, to keep him inside a bit more, to stay close to him just a second more, which Ghost allowed with ease, enjoying the closeness as much as the other man, even thoughthe tentacles were still presed against his prostate, making him twitch with sharp jot of overstimulation. They stayed like this for a while, Ghost's hands moving in small circles on König's shoulders while he tried to calm his breathing and recover from such an intense orgasm.

It took a bit before the tentacles stopped moving and decreased in size, leaving him gaping and leaking slick all over the Colonel's lap. He moved carefully, rising up from his position to let the other man slip out of him, making them both wince at the sensation before he quickly inquire about König's status, asking him if he wanted water or anything else, quickly -or as quickly as someone who just got fucked silly- fetching a bottle and feeding it to him from under the veil, not once attempting to catch a glimpse, before he stretched his back like a contempt cat and started dressing back.
He looked at the operator with a gaze full of contempt and something soft, before gently tucking him back in his soiled pants and snickily loosening the ropes with a well-placed tug before straightening himself and taking a step back.

"If I'd known this was going to happen, I'd have propositioned you earlier. But I don't have any patience for unobedient mutt though… We didn't discuss any punishment for you not following the rules, so I won't do anything today, but you better be good next time, right?"
"Next time? I-yes, of course, anything."
"Good soldier. I'll see you around, then."
"What? Lieutenant! Lieutenant, wait, you forgot some of the ropes!"
"I didn't forget anything; this is supposed to be escape training, Colonel, so escape, and do it quickly if you don't want anyone to see you in this state."

With a wink, Ghost sneaked out of the room, leaving König to struggle against the ropes, trying to remember what the lieutenant taught him at the start of their session, even though arousal was still thrumming inside him at the idea of another time.
At the end, he escaped after 20 minutes of struggling, red in the cheeks and eager for more. immediately going after the lieutenant to show him how well he did. After that, well, let's just say that König now knew how to escape ropes way faster than before.

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It was warm. It was so fucking warmthat Ghost ached with it and need to cry, to move, to make it better, but he couldn't. He wasn't allowed to.
Sitting in this meeting, surrounded by soldiers looking at him with fear and awe in their eyes while the rest of his team watched him like vultures upon their next dinner, he couldn't do a single thing. He was trying to calm his breathing, knowing that he was the next one to speak and wishing above all else that his voice wouldn't break and that his discomfort wouldn't be noticeable to the masses. Of course, he knew his partners were relishing in every bit of humiliation that rolled through it, used to read his body language and knowing what was happening inside his pants right now.

He couldn't even be crossed with this since he knew he deserved the punishment, but still, did they have to make it public? Yes, probably, if they wanted him to learn his lesson, but still. He was hard and leaking, sweating from the heat inside of him and clenching erratically around the ginger plugging him, riding waves of pleasure and pain right there in the open. The fact that the amount of pain was growing didn't help, and he knew that he was about to start sobbing soon, to beg for relief and for his lust to be satiated.
Even worse was knowing they wouldn't touch him, not until his hole was at the stage of burning like mad, tingling sensation long past as the oil mixed with the loads of cum inside him and seeped into his walls, building up the warmth until he would be mad with need. They would probably spank him, make him clench on the root and feel the burn, or, if he tries to stay loose, feel the sting of their palms even more. There was no way for him to finish the day any other way than crying and pleading for them to forgive him and swear up and down that he wouldn't do it again.

The simple thought of what they would do, what was going to happen after this hellish meeting was finished, was enough to make him clench hard and make his eyes roll back in his head before he remembered himself and tried to compose his face once more. Even with that mask and the eye black, he couldn't let his face go slack with need, knowing that it would still be visible.
Throwing glances around, he froze I place when his gaze locked with Gaz's at the back of the room, the younger man smiling wickedly, letting him know that he saw that, before Ghost's eyes were attracted by the small movements of his arm, eyes widening when he understood that he was palming Soap's cock. The Scot had his eyes in slits, watching him through it while obviously appreciating whatever Gaz was doing with his fingers.
Knowing what was happening made the lieutenant reposition himself on his chair, trying to find a way to keep his cock hidden but still put some pressure on it to alleviate the need building inside. A sharp look from Price was enough to make him rethink this idea and slowly move back to his previous position, losing all stimulation on his weeping member. The Captain didn't even have to say anything or look long, a simple glance and Ghost obeyed, like the good soldier he was.

God, it was embarrassing to react so strongly to something so simple, but the Captain always had this effect on him, and the two sergeants weren't any better, knowing exactly how to treat him to make him go dumb with lust. Without thinking, he brought his legs together, squeezing his thighs and clenching down, only to feel the burn from the ginger intensify, making him bite his lips behind the mask to keep his moan hidden. Before he could recover, Price nodded at him, finishing his speech with a simple 'The Lieutenant Ghost will now explain the intricacy of this new formation.' making him curse internally and lock in as much as he could.
Getting up, he prayed for his hard-on to be hidden by his baggy fatigues and the long sweatshirt he was wearing, before making his way to the Captain's side, acting as if having him right there with no way to touch him wasn't killing him. He started his speech, voice steady as ever, information clear, tone flat, and eyes boring into the new recruits' souls, as expected from him. Everything was good, going perfectly even, until Price decided to knock into him from behind, as if he had stumbled, making Ghost tense and clench once more, this time with Price's hands on his hips, 'steadying him' and making him cum on the spot from this crumb of contact.

It was a powerful orgasm because of the teasing he had been under for the last three days, his lovers fucking him arshly but denying him his release, only to stuff him full with diverse plugs and toys between their turns. The digging was just the last straw of his punishment, and the absolute humiliation of knowing he came all over himself in front of his subordinate made his entire vision whited out. Thankfully, he would later on learned that none of this translated into his behavior, the only outside sign of something happening was his jaw clenching hard, visible even through the mask, and his eyes squeezing shut. To most of the room, it looked like anger or annoyance, maybe a bit of pain from imaginary injuries, but only the three who put him in this situation understood what happened.
Either way, he barrelled through it, finishing his presentation before going to sit down next to the Captain, catching Soap's blissed out expression from the corner of his eyes and Gaz's awe. The Captain talked some more before putting an end to the meeting, every soldier disappearing through the door before it was locked by Soap, the three remaining men all turning towards Ghost with various expressions of hunger and lust on their faces. Faithful to his loud and talkative reputation, Johnny was the first to talk, closely followed by Price.

"Fuck, that was beautiful, Si. Coming in front of all the wee soldiers like that."
"It's as if you don't even feel shame at this point. Look at you, you made a real mess and are still writhing like a whore."

The Captain had lifted Ghost's sweat to reveal the wet spot in his trousers, a ravenous glint in his eyes at the sight. Gaz wasn't in rest on the teasing, cupping the lieutenant's cock through the soiled fatigues and cooing at him, making the other two snicker and intervening too.

"Between this and all the loads in you, it's a wonder you're not dripping with it. Didn't we give you enough? Should we add more?"
"A shame you had to go and disobey, or we'd have taken you right here."
" But then again, you always chose to do it until the punishment is hard enough for you to remember it. It's almost like you like it, Simon."

Red in the cheeks and overstimulated by Gaz's skillful fingers, Ghost didn't even try to talk, only letting a whimper and begging theùm with his eyes to do something. His eyes flickered to Gaz and Price's hard cocks before looking at them again, hands nicely put on his lap as they should, waiting for them to decide what to do with him. The decision was quick enough, the youngest of the two grabbing the edge of his balaclava, only waiting for a small nod from Simon before pulling it off completely, revealing the pretty blush there.
For once, he didn't have to beg before getting his mouth full, Gaz giving him a few seconds to slide downward before seeking hs pleasure without of second of delay, immediately starting to fuck his throat, going deep from the get go and making Ghost gag on the first thrust. He quickly found a breathing pattern to go with the sergeant's rhythm, but still, tears started to gather at his waterline, and moans were muffled by the length cutting his airway. It wasn't long before the Lieutenant's hips started to grind down against the floor, the sensation of the root starting to ebb away into warm tingling and fullness.

Hands found their way to his hips, and a boot was placed under his cock, forcing him to grind against it and making him choke on the sudden pressure on it. This was enough to make Gaz cum, spurts hitting the back of his throat immediately and making his tears flow down. Price grunted at the show, stripping his cock with fast movement and praising Simon, only waiting for Gaz to take a step back to add his own release, painting Ghost's face with white streaks. Even then, they didn't let go, Soa continuing to move his lieutenant's hips until he came again, sobbing wetly at the onslaught of sensations and whimpering as he tried to keep his eyes on the men surrounding him.
Fortunately, they knew how much he liked to stay close after a scene, even more so after a punishment, and so they let him kneel there, forehead against Price's hips and hands around both Johnny and Kyle's shins, letting him regulate his breathing for a bit, praising him warmly before even attempting to make him move. After that point, they went to their room, ending the scene by removing the ginger root from its place and running a bath for Ghost. They spent the rest of the night cuddling together and speaking softly, enjoying the feeling of being together, all four of them relishing in the love between them.
Closing his eyes to sleep, Simon couldn't help but smile softly and think that he was lucky to be loved by such men and couldn't wait for his next punishment.

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They had a good system for this, one they had been using for a month by now, and tonight, Gaz would take full advantage of it. It being the blanket permission for free use of the Lieutenant at any time, even during his sleep, as long as he signaled his consent by sticking a green little sticker on his bedroom door.
Tonight was one of those nights when he did so, and thus the Sergeant didn't hesitate to open his door and slip inside, as silently as could be. He was wearing nothing but pajama pants that he quickly took off and left on the floor, making his way towards Ghost's bed, admiring his beautiful Lieutenant. The man was a sight, all pale skin and pink scars, blue and purple hand-shaped bruises, and red love bites decorating the curves of his muscles. There were no sheets in sight; the Lieutenant always loved the freedom he had out of his everyday constricting clothes and mask, and so he only wore a shirt at night, not a single thing restricting his movements. Taking a couple of steps closer, Garrick saw that Ghost was also sleeping butt naked like the slut he was, already stretched around a plug that was exposed by his position.

This discovery made him gasp and throb in his pants. The idea of just slipping inside the man's already stretched hole was making him hard as rock. It brought images to his mind of Ghost getting fucked senseless by the Captain or Soap, panting and moaning loudly like he always did, asking to be touched, kissed, bruised, and used by the men there, only to be left with nothing but a plug stretching him. Palming himself, Gaz was lost to the lust boiling inside him and couldn't wait to replace the toy with his cock, to slide in the man's tight, warm hole and stay buried there for the rest of the night.
At least it was the plan, until he pulled out the plug and saw cum dripping out of the man, making him curse and grip the lieutenant's ass cheeks harshly, grip tightening immediately on his flesh as he tried to control himself. The new pressure made Ghost shift in his sleep, trying to alleviate the tension on his muscles, and for a second, Garrick thought that he had woken him, but no, after shifting one leg up, positioning himself more firmly on his stomach, he went right back to the stillness from before.

The sensation of barely getting caught made his adrenaline shoot up and his breathing catch, his cock getting even harder if that was possible. He didn't wait any longer; he wasn't able to with the way his blood seemed to have converged exclusively between his thighs, and so he thrusted two fingers in Ghost without any prep, watching them get swallowed by his hole and feeling the slushing of cum around them.
It drove him mad with want and, after only a couple of back-and-forth motions, he decided that this wasn't enough: he needed to feel it better, to see the result of his partners' pleasure, to

. With that in mind, he slid down the bed until he was lying on his stomach, moving one of Ghost's thighs gently so he had the space to fit between them, and spat on his hole before digging in.

The first push of his tongue inside was breathtaking, making Gaz's eyes roll back in his head, and his hips bucked against the bed. Eating the lieutenant's out was always an experience, mostly because of how loud he was when it happened, but also thanks to his amazing arse and thighs, fat enough to choke in them and be thankful for it. Right now, Kyle didn't have the lovely soundtrack he loved so much, but the sound of the man's breath quickening or hitching from time to time was enough to make up for it.
Twitches were visible in his powerful legs, under the coarse hairs there, and the sheer option to touch them was enough to make Gaz feel like the luckiest motherfucker out there, and it was nothing compared to the blatant permission to leave marks on them. The sergeant didn't pass on the opportunity, letting bites on Ghost's thighs between licks and sucks to his hole, rutting against the bed while he pushed his tongue as far as it would go, letting all of the thick liquid inside slide out into his awaiting mouth.

He kept going without a pause, enjoying every single second of it, lost in pleasure, until he heard a first moan, followed by another noise vaguely resembling a question, before he was sure that Ghost had awoken and was now whining against his pillows, hips bucking back to meet his mouth, making Garrick groan and double his efforts. The legs around his head moved, hips widening to adjust and get more strength to rock back against his tongue, impaling himself on it and using it as a toy.
They both feed on the other's passion, moans answering moans, and soon one of Gaz's hands found Ghost's sack, rolling his balls with each thrust of his tongue while he pushed his fingers back in his slick hole to make it gape more and let all of the remaining cum there flow down. It wasn't long until the lieutenant came, his cock stuck between his stomach and the bed, making a mess of it while he clenched down around the sergeant.

"Fuck, Gaz! 's too much."
"Just a bit more, Ghost, please. Just need to finish and you can go back to sleep, I'll be quick."
"What even got you in that state? Is this- Are you getting off on Johnny's cum?"

The moan that followed was answer enough, and Ghost didn't miss a bit of this information, knowing that he would use it against the man soon enough and plan something to watch him fold under his desire. This was still new enough that he didn't know all of the man's kinks, but this one? Oh, he could play with this one, alright.

"Come on, Kyle, tell me, are you so desperate because of it? Is it the fact that it was just there? Or that it's in me? Maybe it's the picture of him fucking me? Or do you want him down your throat so much that you went for the next best thing?

Gaz's movements were getting frenzied, hips bucking widely while the thrusts of his tongues turned to harsh sucks and pants against Ghost's rim. It was obvious that he was turned on by the aspect of depravity of it all, but the man seemed to get even more frantic with each motion of Soap, and the lieutenant narrowed on it immediately.

"Would you like to watch him do it before enjoying sloppy seconds? You could even have third if the Captain wasn't too busy. Can you imagine it? The four of us? It would be so good, I would be full. Would you want that?"

The lieutenant kept egging him on, cooing at his reaction and only stopping to moan when Gaz sloppily brushed his fingers against his prostate, sending bursts of pleasure in his sensitive body one more. After one particularly nasty description of what exactly the four of them could do together, Gaz bit one of Ghost's cheeks hard, whining around the mouthful and shooting his pleasure all over the bed.
He stayed like this for a bit, calming his breathing, before releasing the blonde's ass and lying between his legs. The lieutenant flopped around, somehow not kicking Gaz when doing so, and raised himself on his forearms to look at the pretty man in his bed. He let one of his hands wander to Kyle's head, patting it softly before letting them travel back to his own stomach, the sergeant's gaze locked on it. Like this, he could bring his attention to the cum streaks there, and watch how Gaz's pupils expanded at that.

Without being asked, the younger man rose from his position and followed a path from Ghost's thigh to his navel with kisses and gentle bites before starting to lick his way upward, eagerly erasing any traces of the cum here. His eyelashes fluttered and his cheeks reddened while doing so, making him look ever more beautiful than before in Simon's eyes. The sentiment was shared in the form of a long, languorous kiss once Garrick had finished, their tongues sliding against one another, the taste of Ghost being shared between them.
Once the kiss ended, they shared soft smiles and lay back, moving around so they could cuddle, Gaz's head resting on Ghost's chest, arms around each other, soft as could be, before the lieutenant decided to be cheeky and tempted his lover a last time before going back to sleep.

"If I'd known sloppy second got you this frantic while giving head, I would have asked the boys to fill me up better instead of letting them cum on my back."
"Don't say things like that, Lt, I can't go again.

A small snort was all the answer Gaz got, followed by a barely mumbled 'we'll talk about it later' before the bigger man was asleep again.

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Some days were just bad for Ghost; too much stimulation from the outside, too overwhelming, making him feel like he wouldn't survive them and leaving him on the brink of a panic attack for hours on end. It was horrible, and nothing seemed to work to calm him except one thing: being with Price. Not only being with him, but letting him make all the decisions for him and get him out of his own head for a bit. The surest way to do this was, funnily enough, oral sex. May it be cock warming or getting throzt fucked until he couldn't talk afterward, the fact of having Price's cock in his mouth was soothing, and he craved it.
Today was one of these days, and, thankfully, the Captain had some administrative work to do, which meant he would be in his office all day, able to entertain Ghost's needs. Knowing this, the lieutenant made his way to the man's office as fast as he could, eager to shed his armor and stay in softer clothes, surrounded by the man's scent and craddled by his strong thighs. Knocking on the door, he waited for the man's permission before barging in and closing the door behind him, waiting for Price to start this conversation and let him slip under.

"What is it, Lieutenant?"
"I- need to stay with you today. Please."
"Oh, doll. Of course, come here."

The simple use of the word 'please' let the Captain know what type of day it was, making him gaze softly at this mountain of a man, looking so tiny under the weight of his overstimulation. Without a second of delay, Ghost walked toward him until he was millimeters away from him, waiting for another order. Price rolled his chair backwards until there was space between him and the desk, before extending a hand for Ghost and leading him to kneel on the floor between his legs.

"I will ask a couple of questions, love, you don't need to answer verbally, but I want you to tap my leg once for no and two for yes, is that understood?" When two quick taps were felt on his thigh, Price smiled and kept going.
"Exactly like that. Good job, doll. Now, do you want out of those clothes?" Two taps.

"Good, then do you want to keep any clothing?" Hesitation, and then two taps.
"Hm, this took a bit more reflection, yeah? Do you want something else on you then?" Two taps.
"A blanket?"One tap
"Something large, I imagine. A shirt?" One tap?
"Alright, a hoodie?"Two taps.
"You're doing so, so good, baby. Do you want my hoodie?"
Two quick taps.

It made Price smile softly, this need of Ghost to be surrounded by him even in his worst days. He would be lying if he said that he didn't relish it; his possessivity was instantly soothed by this. It was probably not the healthiest, this need to claim the man as his and no one else's, but this worked for them, and so they kept going.
With a motion for Ghost to undress, the Captain went to the hanger by the door and got his hoodie, quickly coming back to his boy and giving it to him, looking fondly at the pile of well-folded clothes on the floor, the lieutenant incapable of being messy with his things. He sat back in his chair, watching how Ghost shuffled closer between his thighs and let his head drop on one of them, a heavy sigh leaving him.

"That's it, doll, relax for me. Perfect. Now, I need to work, alright? Why don't you go under my desk and keep me warm, hm? Would you like that?"

Ghost hummed and tapped his Captain's leg two times before shuffling backward until he was boxed under the desk, safely surrounded by nothing but wood and Price, making his brain calm down. He all but melted into the man, widening his legs so he could sit comfortably and circling Price's thighs with his arms, waiting for him to take his cock out, watching with his head resting on the plush inside of one of his thighs.
The Captain didn't take long, only opening his fly and letting his dick and balls out, keeping a hand around himself until Simon was taking him in his mouth, only stopping when his lips met John's fingers. He waited, eyes half closed, for that barrier to move so he could take it all and keep him deep inside his throat, floating away with the feeling of it.
It started slow like this, Ghost enjoying the weight of his lover's cock on his tongue, the thickness of it in his mouth, and the heady taste covering his taste buds. With every minute in this position, he dived deeper under, slipping into sub space and abandoning all the stress of the day behind. Price was gently cradling one hand in his hair, anchoring him in the safety of the moment while enjoying the softness of the blonde strands between his fingers.

It wasn't until Price was practically blocking his airway that Ghost blinked back to reality, minutes or maybe hours later, to find himself suckling on his cock, unfortunately stimulating the man to the point where it became hard to focus on his work. He hadn't said a thing, however, too enthralled by the sight of Simon letting go of everything that wasn't this moment, this closeness and intimacy they were sharing.
Now that the lieutenant was back to himself, however, and the rhythmic soothing sucks were turning into longer, more deliberate ones, Price didn't hesitate to thrust forward, making the pretty blonde moan around him.

"Back with me, doll?" Two taps.
"Of course you are, and already trying to please me like the good boy you are. So perfect for me, Simon. Go ahead and keep going, make me cum in your throat, yeah?"

A moan was his only answer before Ghost bobbed his head, going back to just the tip in his mouth, licking the weeping head before taking all of the cock back in his throat, eyes rolling in his head at the sensation. He did it a couple of times, letting his tongue run on the entire length, following the bulging veins there, before playing with the foreskin at the head, wiggling his tongue on that particularly sensitive spot, and then going back to laving the whole member with spit and taking it back as far as he could. Endless praises were falling from the Captain's lips, but he soon took control of the rhythm, too close to let this teasing continue.
Price started to fuck Ghost's throat in earnest after all this teasing, watching the man blush and listening to his muffled noises of pleasure only egging him on. His hands were cupping Ghost's head, making him move exactly like he wanted and keeping him in place when he was deep inside, letting him choke on him and preventing him from breathing for a while, making his throat constrict around him even more.
He released the man every so often to let him take a huge breath in, before pulling him down on his cock once more, watching tears soon start to run on his red cheeks, but more importantly, watching him start to grind his hips downward.

"Does that feel good, baby? You love to choke on my cock so much, hm? Do you think you can cum from it? Make a mess for me?"

Ghost moaned loudly around him and tapped his thigh two times before grinding his hips harder to the floor, legs widened enough for his groin to touch the floor at any moment, putting pressure on his cock constantly and making him whimper nearly constantly and double his efforts on sucking Price's cock, hollowing his cheeks and swallowing repeatedly around the girth lodge in his throat.
The Captain's praises were still flowing his way, making Simon sob and paw at Price's thighs, wanting nothing more than for this man to fill him up with cum, to soothe his throat with it and mark him from the inside. The thought made him moan once more, and the vibration of it around Price's cock was enough to make him cum, making him grunt and yank Simon's head closer to him until his nose was smashed against his pubic hair, keeping him here while grinding his hips forward, his release filling Ghost's mouth and throat.

"God, you're so perfect for me, love. Such a good boy, my good boy. Now come on, cum for me, Simon. I want to watch you do it."

Still choking on Price's cock, Ghost rubbed his own untouched dick on the floor, squishing his balls with the movement and letting his pleasure wash over him, wanting nothing more than to please his Captain, needing it. With only a couple more grinds of his hips, he came all over the ground, some of his cum splattering on one of Price's shoes, while the man praised him again and finally slipped out of his mouth to hear his moans fully.
Smiling warmly at the man between his legs, Price started to pet his hair again, letting him calm his breathing before moving backward so he could bend toward him and kiss him softly.

"You did so good, baby. Do you feel better now? Do you think you could drink a bit of water for me and let me wash you a bit before you can take a nap on the couch right there?"
"Hm, yeah."
"Yeah? That's good, my love. And what about a meal afterwards? Do you want us to eat there, just the two of us?"
"Yes, please. Want' it."
"Alright, doll, thanks for answering. Up you go, now."

Ghost didn't even grumble when he was asked to move, shuffling forward with the help of Price, the older man supporting his arms and pulling him gently forward until he was in his arms, a soft kiss quickly placed on his head before helping him to the sofa at the other side of the office. They went about their aftercare slowly, enjoying every bit of it and rejoicing in the softness of the moment.
They ate together that night, in the office, Ghost's last sparks of stress leaving him while Price told him about the last gossip on base, the two of them snickering about all the rumors going around and the stupid shits some of the soldiers did today. All in all, they basked in a form of intimacy that always made them feel safe and loved, finishing the day in Price's room, the two men reading their books like an old couple, both with reading glasses in a state of domesticity that would have shocked most people knowing them.
It was exactly what Simon needed, however, and when he fell asleep that night, it was to the feeling of contentment and nothing else.

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"Please, please, let me do it, I swear I can-"
"Look at you, already leaking and humping me like a mutt in rut. You can't tell me you're not going to come immediately once inside."
"No, but please, Sir, I will make it good!"
"You're cute when you're all desperate, puppy, but do you really think your tiny dick would be enough? Look at you, do you really think this could be enough for me?"

"I- no, Sir, but please, let me please ye! I'll do anything, please."
"Then go ahead and open me up. Be a good pup and I'll even let you fuck me with that useless thing between your thighs, too."

With a whimper at the degrading words and another thrust of his hips, Johnny nodded vigorously before obeying without any more questioning: he knelt between Simon's knees, rearranging the man's legs upon the bed so he would be comfortable, and was offered the glorious sight of his cunt, already wet with lust. It was beautiful, Ghost watching him with a lifted eyebrow, completely naked, all pale skin and pink and silver scars, coarse blonde hair all over his strong thighs, leading to a fat bush over his mound and a happy trail that just called to Johnny.
He was propped against a pile of pillows, smoking a fag, legs open, and now one of them was resting on one of Soap's thighs. The expression of boredom on the man's face only made Johnny harder, cock twitching at the feeling of humiliation it brought forth. Not wanting to let Simon wait any longer, he plunged two fingers in straight from the bat, moaning at the squelching noise brought forth by the movement, loud in the otherwise silent room, making him ever more horny and desperate to be inside the man.

He whined at the feeling of warmth around his fingers, moving them around Ghost's walls to feel every twitch and clench, crooking them to find the spot that made the lieutenant moan and buck his hips to get Soap's fingers deeper and bumping in that spot harder. It brought forth even more wetness from him, making Johnny whine and drool with the need to taste it. Soap begged to put his mouth on Ghost, pleading for it and trying very hard not to moan again and sound too desperate.

"Please, let me eat ye out, let me make ye come with my mouth."
"Aw, did you realize you couldn't make me come any other way? Want to lap my cum like a thirsty mutt?"
"Fuck, yes, yes! Please, Sir, let me do it!"
"Hm, why not. You'll need to open me up wider than that, anyway. I know you're not used to prep your partners for you, but let this be a teaching experience for you."
"Thank ye, I swear it will be good."

Red in the cheeks because of how mean Ghost was being and how much he liked it, Soap didn't wait and immediately dived in, scrambling to lie on his front, cock brushing on the bed sheets while he buried his head between the lieutenant's thighs. He started by licking at his folds, gathering the wetness there and moaning loudly, making Ghost coo at him condescendingly, before he sucked on his tdick and lowered himself back to his hole, slurping loudly at the slick there.
Ghost was enjoying this if the noises he made were anything to go by, and this in itself brought Soap to the edge: watching the man get off thanks to him was, as they found out before, enough to make him cum. He tried to do his best not to finish this early, knowing that Ghost would mock him incessantly for coming before him, and so he decided to make him cum before he could embarrass himself. To do so, he added his finger back to Ghost's cunt, working them alongside his tongue before going back to suck on his dick once his hole was full again.

With Ghost's previous words in his mind, he didn't hesitate to add more fingers, cum dripping out of Simon's cunt and making every sloppy move loud and Soap harder than ever. Something must have tipped Ghost, though, because the man egged him on between moans, making him twitch and sob.

"What is it, pup? Are you having trouble down there? I see how your hips move. Is this already too much for you? You- ah, you're doing such a good job prepping me for my toy, though. I could even be convinced to let you wet your dick for once to reward you for following my orders so well, my dumb little puppy."

Soap didn't answer, only sucking Simon's cock harder in his mouth and adding another finger, making him moan loudly now that he was stretched around four of them. He was about to stop here when Ghost told him to go on and finish what he started, to prep him like he should and add his thumb, making Johny sob ever harder as he tried to keep himself from coming, one of his hands shooting to the base of his cock to starve his orgasm before it would be too late.
He did what he was asked, knowing, logically, that Ghost would need the stretch, because even if he loved to hear him call his dick small, he knew it wasn't, but still, the feeling of his hand entering his lieutenant, to feel his muscles clenched around him, all hot and wet, was too much and made Soap cum without a single touch to his cock. The sight must have been something, and so, coupled with the spasm of Soap's hand, it also tore Ghost's first orgasm out of him.

"Ah! Fuck, so good for me, puppy, so, so good."
"Thank ye, Sir, thank ye, thank ye, thank ye."

While the sergeant kept babbling his thanks, he continued to move his hand, making Ghost moan again. He kept going, thrusting in and out before deciding to make a fist with his hand, wanting to feel his hole widen around it now that he felt it make room for his spread fingers. It made Ghost cry with the movement, and Johnny's dick twitched uselessly, trying to get hard again, with no success so soon after his orgasm.
The lieutenant was insatiable, however, and so Soap kept going, fucking him with his fist while panting like a dog at the sight. He pulled another orgasm out of the man before he was told to stop, and reluctantly left the warmth of Simon. His deception was soon to pass, however, when Ghost bullied him on his back and straddled him, making his eyes widen and his hands immediately clutch to his hips. He didn't have time to say anything about this new position before the blonde was ordering him around once more.

"You've been such a good boy so far, pup, let's keep it like that, yeah?"
"Yes, Sir, anything ye want."
"Good. I want you to put that on your thigh and let me use it until I come again. Is that clear?"
"Aye Sir, but can I touch ye while ye do it? Please?"
"Sure, you can, as long as you make it good for me."

With a wicked grin, Ghost pushed a strap-on into his sergeant's hands and watched him fasten it to his thigh, knowing that his movement would inevitably overwhelm Johnny and counting on it. If everything went as he wanted, he would finish the night with two cocks in his cunt, pounding him into oblivion and making him unable to walk straight for a week. Right now, though, Soap needed to be used, to be degraded and treated like a dumb mutt or a toy, and Simon would do exactly that.
With this in mind, the lieutenant straddled Soap's thigh, one of his legs between the sergeant's, and told him to help him sink down on the toy strapped there. It was a good size, the same as Soap's, making the humiliation of his lover using this fake cock instead of his run even hotter. The moans Simon let out, as well as the way he started bouncing on it, made Soap whimper and scramble at the man's hips, fingers digging in the soft layer of fat there.

One of Ghost's thighs was grinding against the sergeant's groin, forcing it to get hard once more, getting past his sensibility and back into sharp pleasure through the sparks of pain. Whining and wimpering, Soap needed more, but knew better than to ask for it before bringing Simon over the edge of pleasure he was chasing. To do so, he brought one of his hands to the lieutenant's dick, jerking it in time with Simon's thrusts, fingers alternating between tapping the head of his cock and drawing tight ovals over his underside and around his cock.
Ghost riding started to get sloppier, his rhythm faltering while he fell forward, hands on Soap's chest, thighs trembling, and suddenly stopped all movements, asking Soap to stop and grabbing his hand to make him obey. Before he could ask questions, Simon straightened himself as best as he could before raising his hips one last time to get the dildo to slip out of him. He brought a hand to the strapon and started to unscrew the dildo, taking it in his hands and holding it out for Soap to take.

"Do you still want to fuck me, pup?"
"Yes! Yes, Sir."
"Good. Then take this and give me both. We both know your tiny cock wouldn't be enough to make me cum, but this will. Use it correctly."

Shuffling forward, Ghost took Johnny's cock in hand and pumped it around it once, twice, before spitting on it and doing it again, making the man mewl at the filthy sight. He didn't wait any longer before telling Johnny to 'get on with it' , all breathy voice and hooded eyes, a pout on his lips at Soap's slowness. If he wasn't so eager, the sergeant would have found it cute, this entitlement, but in all honesty, he couldn't think of much more than getting inside Simon again, and so he did.
He pulled the dildo close to his cock, holding both in a tight grip while guiding them to his lover's hole, moaning loudly when the two heads popped inside, his cunt clenching around them and making the pressure impossible. Ghost was panting and moaning too, arching his back, hands on his own thighs, skin glistening with sweat, and muscles pulled taut by the effort of staying still.

Soap didn't try to move, waiting for Ghost to set the pace, and trying to calm his breathing, not to shoot instantly. They both waited a bit before starting to move, looking each other in the eyes, tension strong in the air. When Simon finally moved his hips, grinding on Johnny and taking more of the lengths inside, both their breaths caught, but then he did it again, and again, before he was riding him fully, making Soap moan and babble his thanks for being used.
Ghost, for his part, was grunting and moaning degrading things, telling Soap all about how good it felt to feel full and how it wouldn't have been possible with his micro penis, how Soap should be thankful that Ghost even gave him this opportunity. It was harsh, it was mean, it was incredibly arousing, and, coupled with the friction of the dildo against him and Simon's tight hole clenching, it made him cum right there and then. It didn't stop Simon, however, and the man kept going until his own orgasm was so close that he couldn't ride him anymore and settled for grinding his hips in circles, rubbing his cock on Soap's navel, and coming soon after.

His orgasm was so powerful that he fell completely forward once more, Soap pulling him in his arms while he rode the last wave of pleasure following his release, his hips twitching and legs trembling like mad. His head was buried in Johnny's neck, and after a bit, he finally started to calm down, muscles relaxing and hole going lax enough that Johnny could pull both the toy and himself out. Simon only grunted, nuzzling closer and letting go of the mean persona he had adopted, only wanting to be held after coming his brain out.
Absolutely gorged on pleasure, Johnny could only be happy with this, smiling at the man stradling him. He knew the position couldn't be comfortable, however, and helped Ghost move his legs so he was lying on him and not just sitting there. If the little hum ha received was any indication, he would say that the man was appreciative of his efforts, and so they stayed like this for a bit before the lieutenant sighed.

"We need to move and clean up before we fall asleep, or we will hate ourselves tomorrow."
"Can ye even walk right now, bonnie thing?"
"Shut up. You will carry me."
"Of course, Sir"
"You talk a lot for someone getting off on being called tiny."
"Aye, what can I say? Ye always make it so good."

With a snort, Simon lifted his head lazily, asking for a kiss before nagging Soap to come shower with him, which they did, before Ghost bullied Soap out of the bathroom so he could pee, telling him to change the sheets while they were at it. Once everything was good, they cuddled back together, Soap telling his lover how good he was and how much he relished in this change of demeanor afterward. They talked a bit, exchanged kisses, and went to sleep in each other's arms, happily tangled together.

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Price was many things, an Alpha being one of those things, a soldier being another. What he wasn't, however, was blind nor bigoted enough to let stereotypes run his life. It was those exact reasons that put him in his place right now: fingering the prettiest little thing he had ever laid eyes upon. With his blonde hair, gorgeous brown eyes, wide shoulders, and tiny waist, Ghost was perfect.
He was so strong, powerful muscles rippling under his skin, the incarnation of what every Alpha wanted to be, and yet he was there, mewling with each finger entering him and tugging at his rim, lube overflowing it while Price praised him for it. It had been hard for him to present for the other Alpha, as always, growling at Price when he had been lowered to the mattress and kisses had been pressed to his neck, but he pushed through it anyway.

Price's own instincts had surged forward, but in a very different optic: they screamed at him to mark Ghost, to bite him and bind him to him; to cover him in his scent and make sure no one would even look at him with how far the scent of them would carry. He wanted to bite the head off every person disrespecting him in any way and offer it to the masked man on a silver platter. He wanted nothing more than to prove to him how competent an Alpha he was, even at his age.
Thankfully, Simon didn't seem to mind, loving the violent way in which his affection manifested itself, conscious of the difficulties a same-designation relationship would face, and feeling lucky that this was what John's Alpha decided he wanted with him. Still, there on hands and knees, he felt the stirring of his instincts, of that inherent need to defend himself and snap at the man at his back, only for it to melt away as Price crooked his fingers to batter his prostate repeatedly.

"So pretty for me like this, Simon, such a good Alpha, letting me be inside you like this without trying to move. So perfect for me."
"Fuck, Price-"
"Now, what did I say about calling me like that when we're together?"
"Y'said not to do it."
"Exactly, and what did I say after that, love?"

Another thrust of his fingers dead-on on Ghost's prostate made him moan once more, hands scrambling in the sheets and back arching with the sensation, before another digit was added at the lack of answer from the blonde. Price was mean like that, wanting to be obeyed immediately, just like on the field, and wouldn't let go until he saw his wish come true. The lieutenant opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out but a whine as the Captain used his free hand to rub his scent all over Simon's scent glands in a possessive gesture that made Ghost's stomach flutter.

"Come on, Simon, answer me."
"You- Ah! Alpha! You told me to call you my Alpha!"
"That's it, love. Because you're mine. No matter how many omegas are trying to get your attention, you'll never be theirs because you're already mine and mine alone, aren't you? My good little Alpha, bending over for me and letting me mark you however I want."
"Yes. Fuck, yes, Alpha. 'm yours."

The admission was enough to make Price growl low in his throat before pressing his front to Simon's back, nosing at his neck, and letting his teeth graze it in a prelude of a bite, making Ghost's cock jerk widely, drops of precum leaking from him, and making the scent of his arousal even deeper. The scent was mixing with Price's own in a heady smell, making them both groan with pleasure and making their lust spike at the idea of anyone smelling this and knowing exactly what they were for the other.
Licking at Ghost's neck, Price scisored his fingers one last time before letting them slip out and lubing his cock with the mess dripping from the man's hole, grunting as he pumped his fingers around his throbbing dick while watching Simon's rim quiver and clench around nothing, gapping from the previous prep.

"God, look at you, Simon. Dripping for me. You're so wet you could almost pass for an Omega, if they were as pretty as you, that's it. You're so good for me, so open, I'm sure you could even take my knot, hm? Do you want it, love? Do you want to be a good Alpha for me?"
"Yes, please, give it to me. I need you inside."
"Of course, anything for you, Simon. So strong for me, you'll take it so prettily."

With one hand pulling the Lieutenant's ass cheek apart and the other guiding his cock, the Captain thrust inside him in one long movement, making the man cry out and cant his hips even harder, pushing his ass even closer to the older man while letting his head drop forward, extending his neck and letting John's mouth clamp here, sucking harshly there. He started moving slowly, letting Ghost's body adapt to the stretch while praising him.
He was about to keep going like this, slow and deep, taking care not to hurt the pretty blond under him, but that was without thinking of how pushy Simon could be when he decided on something. The something, in this case, seemed to be taking Price's knot and getting marked permanently.

"Move, please. I want you deeper. Want your teeth too. Make me yours, Alpha, please."
"Fuck, love, do you even know what you're asking for?"
"Yes, I do. Please! I want you. Want to cum on your knot and be full of you. Want your mark on my neck. Want you to make me knot just from your cock in me. Please."
"Simon- Fuck, yes, anything you want, pretty Alpha.Anything."

With a kiss to his neck and a hand traveling to his chest, Price suddenly lifted Ghost's upper body, making him kneel on the bed between his thighs and drop him on his cock until he was ball deep in him. He didn't wait any longer, starting a harsh rhythm, bouncing Ghost on his cock while playing with his weeping dick, caressing it, and letting his fingers drift downward to play with his balls. Simon was moaning and grunting with each movement, hands clawing at the Captain's arms while egging him on.
He kept telling him to make him his, to keep the others at bay, telling him how an Omega asked him to heat-share a week before and that it wouldn't have happened if Price had bitten him before. Of course, it made the Captain growl and pick up the pace, ramming in Ghost violently, making the noise of skin on skin resonate loudly around them, the older man's balls slapping against Simon's own, making him mewl from the stimulation.
The Captain's knot started to grow quickly with this breathtaking pace, catching on Simon's rim and making him see red with need, wanting to finally bond the younger Alpha to him, claiming him in every way possible.

"Come on, love, I want you to cum on my knot before I can claim you. I want you to make a mess for me and make a mess while I fill you up."

With a last squeeze to the man's balls, John propelled Simon into his orgasm and pulled him hard onto his knot, making him sob while he cum all over himself. Price kept going, until he, himself, went over the edge of pleasure and locked Simon on his knot, starting to fill him up and biting him in the same breath.
His hand, which was previously on Simon's balls, went back to jerking him through the sensibility of his last orgasm until he was sobbing, and his own knot started to swell from both the pressure of Price's against his prostate and the stimulation on his cock.
John kept going until Ghost was sobbing, the pleasure making him clench around his knot and milk him, pulling even more cum out of him, and making the Captain mad with the idea of filling him and watching himself drip from his hole for days.

Accelerating the movement of his wrist, he paid close attention to Simon's cock head before going back to squeeze his knot rhythmically, making it swell even more. By that point, the blonde was babbling nonsense, pleading to let him cum, and, feeling how close he was, Price chose this moment to bite him, making him lose it completely.
Cum splashed all over the bed, their thighs, and Ghost's chest while the Captain spurted the last of his release deep inside him. Blood was starting to pool around Price's lips, slowly dripping on Ghost's chest, deep red against pale skin, only for Price to unclench his jaw and make even more blood flow out, licking everything he could, making the lieutenant moan again.

"So perfect and all mine. Fuck, Silmon, my good Alpha, taking all of it so well. I can't wait for my knot to go down and fuck you again and again until you're so full of me I can't even move without cum sloshing out."
"Fuck, yes, please. Just- Need to be on my back, please."
"Hm? Instincts acting up, love?"
"No, 's not that. I want to bite you. Need to bite you. But I can't do it like this."
"Shit, Simon, you can't say things like this and don't expect me to deflate."

Ghost moaned again as Price ground his knot inside him, just to prove his point, before kissing his neck in apology, making the other Alpha growl a bit, only to show his exasperation while still twitching at the sensation. Thankfully, John knew this and only lapped back at the bite he just left, making Simon melt in his arms.
They stayed like this until the Captain's knot could slip out, and he immediately manhandled Ghost around so he was lying on his back, exposed like the most marvelous feast for Price's eyes. He was so strong, hard muscles moving under his soft skin, scars showing how many battles he had fought and won, making John feel like the luckiest Alpha to ever live. The fact that this man was content to submit to him and let him mate him when he could probably have anyone he wanted never failed to make the older Alpha's heart squeeze hard in his chest.

Seeing how Simon widened his arms to welcome him there, Price immediately covered him, falling into his embrace and kissing him deeply, conveying all his emotions through the kiss. They stayed like this for a bit, kissing and caressing each other's bodies, until Ghost proved impatient again and told him to 'get back in him and fill him up again'. And who was the Captain to disagree?
They fucked all night long, Ghost biting him while riding him, cementing their bond and drenching him in his scent by cuming all over him and rubbing it in with his movements. They went again and again until they didn't have any energy left, nuzzling into the other and enjoying the bliss of the moment. The whole room was smelling like them, their bodies were full of marks, their scents were forever intertwined, and they couldn't be happier about it.

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I DIDN'T WRITE THIS ONE
I'm sorry, I don't have any inspiration for this one. I'm going to write it later on, promise!

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Ghost hated to welcome visiting task forces; it disturbed his routine, was boring as all hell, and took all of the Captain's attention, exactly like the lieutenant had told him the night before. It had only been two months, and Captain MacTavish had absolutely forgotten about him, not even making time for a meal or a post-report talk before the end of the first month, and even then, it was dismissive. The second month? Nothing. Not even a text. To say Ghost was sour about it was an understatement. He knew that, as Captain, he had to represent them and make the best impression possible on the other team, but still. So close to his birthday, at that.
For this reason, he had sneaked out of his barrack to go to the Captain's room, living up to his name by making the whole trip without anyone seeing him, before making himself comfortable in Johnny's bed. He waited for him there, only for him to not even see him when he came back to his room, too busy reading a file. While he wasn't one to complain often, this was getting too much for him to stay quiet.

"If I didn't know better, I would think that you like administrative work with how much time you spend on those files."
"Ghost? What are ye doing here?"
"Gee, thanks for noticing me Captain."
"Don't take it like that, M’eudail, ye know that's not what I meant. I'm always happy to see ye."
"Didn't see much of me those last two months, though."
"Aye, I had a lot of work, ye know that."
"Hm."

Ghost didn't even try to argue this point, knowing that he couldn't really ask him to stop working without being a hypocrite. Still, he was allowed to want a minimum of attention from his lover, especially since he hadn't touched him for so long now. The fact that the other man didn't even seem bothered by this dry spell while he was seconds away from humping anything he could get his hands on made him grumpy; their age difference was even more blatant in the difference of libido. Before he could think too much about this, however, the Captain came closer to him, one of his hands carressing Ghost's cheek sweetly.

"Come on, dove, are ye mad at me?"
"I'm not mad."
"Hm, then what is it? Are ye jealous, maybe?"
"Jea- What are you on about? Who would I even be jealous of? The Captain? Please."
"Never said anything about their Captain, did I?"

A blush was brought to Simon's cheek at the teasing tone in Johnny's voice, the Captain looking at him with a soft gaze, love easy to see and warming him from the inside, even though he wasn't ready to just give in when Johnny had so quickly talked about the visiting Captain, as if it was expected.

"Well, you touch him so much, it's more than me nowadays, what am I supposed to think?"
"Oh, bonnie thing, is that it? Are ye so grumpy because ye're too horny? Are ye such a slut that ye can't go a bit without me fucking ye, M’eudail? Do ye want us to change that?"
"You owe me that much after ignoring me."
"Careful now, Lieutenant. I could extend your chastity period for another month. I asked if ye wanted it, dove, so answer me properly, aye?"
"… Yes, Sir. Please, I want it."

As much as Ghost tone left to be desired, the Captain wouldn't punish him for this, couldn't really. Not after he cut all their time short to please the wee cunt posing as a captain to the visiting task force. Of course, he wanted to ditch him to see his boy, but he couldn't, not when he was supposed to host this guest and strike a deal with him before his departure. Right now, however, he had all the time to please the beautiful man in his bed and show him how much he was loved.
With this in mind, Captain MacTavish bent forward to kiss Simon deeply, pushing him on the bed until he was on his back, Johnny standing between his thighs, bent at the waist, hands trailing down his torso and cupping him through his pants. It made Ghost moan loudly and buck into his touch, obviously pent up from weeks of nothing more than his hand, making Soap coo at him.

"Look at ye, dove, already squirming under me. I hope ye will forgive me fer letting ye like this so long."
"I will if you keep touching me, please."
"Of course, my love. What if I even make it last even longer, hm?"
"How?"
"I have something fer ye. I wanted to give it to ye for our birthday, with some other things, but ye deserve something good for yer wait. Would ye like to see it?"

Ghost blinked at him, shocked and pleased with the attention, and nodded, not knowing what to answer. He kissed the Captain before he could ask him to answer verbally or to say something stupid. It made him laugh at the lieutenant's reaction, before he kissed him once more and went to find this gift he had for his lover.
He came back with a black box, offering it to Simon to open, and watched as his eyes widened at the toy inside: it was a plug with a wide, bent base, widening and elongating to come all the way to the balls. Next to it was a simple remote control, making Ghost's cock twitch at the possibilities. Johnny, for his part, was smiling widely, stroking the man's thighs while watching him and waiting to continue.

"What do ye say, dove? D'ye want te try it?"
"Yes, please, do it."

He didn't wait a single second before he was on him, kissing Simon and getting rid of his boxer, leaving the man naked and hard for him. Simon gave as good as he got, wrenching the Captain's shirt from him and trying to unbuckle his belt. He stopped quickly after the older man started touching him, preferring to grab Johnny's back and shoulders. It only worsened when the Captain squirted lube directly on his hole and followed by one of his fingers, making his soldier cry out and leave red scratches on him.

"Fuck, Sir, more, please!"
"So greedy for it, like the slut ye are, hm? Take it then, Fíorghrá."

A second, then third fingers were thrust into the lieutenant, the Scot absolutely ruthless in his quest for pleasure, only stopping when he decided that Ghost was prepped enough to try the toy. As it was, Soap was harder than steel, lust bubbling in his blood and precum leaking in his underwear.
He didn't hesitate to bite Simon's thighs, marking him and telling him how pretty he was, all covered in his claim, making the man mewl in pleasure and angle his hips towards the bites to bring them closer to the Captain. Not wanting to make him wait more, Soap swiftly covered the toy in lube and pushed it inside, watching Simon writhe under him, cock red from the wait and so, so sensitive. Johnny couldn't help but play with it, letting his fingers skim on his shaft softly, making it twitch while starting to move the plug in his hole.

"Sir, need more, please. Make me cum."
"I'm sure ye do, ye thirsty thing."

Sitting back between Simon's thighs, the Captain placed the toy correctly, the base nudging his boy's sack, before he clicked on the remote to start the vibrations, making the man bow his back with a loud moan, clapping his hands on his mouth to stifle the noise, only resulting in MacTavish clicking his tongue and increasing the strength of the vibrations. He gripped Simon's thighs to keep them spread, watching him be assaulted by pleasure, the toy making him feel full, putting pressure against his prostate, but also stimulating his perineum and balls with its tremors.
The Captain was still playing with his cock, feeling the vibration through his fingers when he was close to the base of it, enjoying the blush taking most of Simon's chest and face, pretty pink in contrast to his pale skin and dark tattoos. The vibe control was an amazing idea, allowing him to control the speed with a single click, watching the Lieutenant's pleasure crest before stopping just seconds away from release. Every time he stopped it, he could enjoy the look of betrayal on his boy's face, coupled with a mulish expression but also pleas, the man obviously knowing better than to order him, possibly stopping everything at once.

"Please, Sir, it's been too long. Let me cum. You know you like it better when you're inside me after at least one orgasm. Please?"
"Aw, so cute thinking 'bout me right now, dove. But what if I want ye to cum on my cock?"
"Then, please, put it in me. Come on, I've been good. I've waited so long for you."
"Aye, ye did. Such a good boy for me. Alright, I'll let ye cum once like this."
"Fuck, ah, thank you, Sir!"

Smiling at the blatant attempt at manipulation, Soap decided to go with it and let Ghost ride his release before fucking another one from him, already twitching at the idea of bullying him into overstimulation and watching him cry with it. He clicked the remote control twice to up the vibrations while he started to palm himself through his trousers, when suddenly a knock to the door ripped him away from their bubble of lust.
Looking at the panting soldier under him, he couldn't pull himself from the sight, and so decided to just shout through the door to see if this was important enough to cut this short.

"What is it?"
"Captain MacTavish? I, uh, I was sent by Captain Newman. He wants to see you."
"At 2100?"
"He said it was important, Captain, and not to come back without you."
"In ainm Dé. Alright, give me a sec."
"Yes, Captain, thank you, Captain."

Ghost was looking at him with a look of absolute betrayal, even a bit of hurt in his eyes, at hearing that, but Soap soothed him immediately, not willing to make him feel abandoned for the sake of bureaucracy.

"Calm down, love, I said I was coming, not that we would stop or that it would be long. I'll be back in ten minutes max, I promise. Enjoy yer gift in the meantime, aye? Ye can cum as many times as ye want, I do love you better after some orgasm after all."

Without letting him answer, he kissed him deeply, letting both hands glide all over his chest and waist, squeezing once before straightening, adjusting his hard-on in his fatigues to make it less noticeable, and walking to the door with the remote in hand, hiding it in his pocket. Just as he was about to close the door, he cast a last glance at Simon, smiling cheekily and upping the vibrations, making Simon's eyes roll in his head.
Alone in the room, Ghost couldn't help but blush widely at the idea of the Captain playing with him in front of a superior officer without him knowing. The idea was wild, even for them, and as much as he wanted to be angry with him, the erotism of the situation was making him even hornier. Panting from the accuracy of the toy's placement inside him and the constant stimulation, the Lieutenant decided to give in to the pleasure and tease his Captain at once, knowing very well that Johnny wouldn't go anywhere without his phone, even during an important meeting.

Ready to have his petty revenge and to make his Captain desperate to come back, Simon rumaged through the sheets to find his phone, angled it just right, and let the pleasure crash over him with a couple of quick thrusts in his fist. The picture was perfect, and he immediately sent it, panting from his release but glad the vibrations were not too harsh on him, even though sparks of hypersensitivity were making their way through his groin.
It didn't take long for the two ticks to turn blue, indicating Johnny had indeed checked his texts during his meeting, and his retribution was immediate, to Simon's shock: the toy whirled to life, the vibe level upping considerably and making him cry with the strength of it. It was so strong, the base of the toy nestled behind his balls, that he didn't have time to enjoy his after bliss before he tumbled straight into another orgasm.

Pleasure seemed to crash on him like waves, going on and on and on before the vibrations stopped seconds away from tilting into pain. Trembling and panting, Simon was trying to calm himself, only for his phone to ping with a message from the Captain. Opening it, Ghost could only blush and hide his face in his hands: on the screen was nothing more than a simple 'are you satisfied yet, bonnie thing, or do you need more?'
He didn't even try to reply, arroufing and getting his breath under control before moving onto the bed to get more comfortable, only to whimper when it made the toy move inside. He thought about removing it, but he wanted to stay full, and before he could make a decision, the toy started vibrating once more.

"Fuck! Ah, Sir!"
"How cute, calling fer me even when I'm not supposed to be here."
"Please!"
"Please, what, dove?"
"Please stop playing with this and fuck me!"
"Do ye think ye deserve it after sending me pictures like that when I was in a meeting?"
"You told me to cum, and you liked it."

The bratiness could only mean that Simon was getting close to disobeying again and taking what he wanted, and even if the idea was hot as all hell, MacTavish wanted to fuck him slowly, show him how much he missed him without being interrupted again, and so he hummed before stopping the toy. Getting rid of his clothes, he walked to the bed and only stopped once he had Ghost in front of him.
Putting a hand on the lieutenant's chin, he tilted his head and was rewarded by the most beautiful doe eyes he had ever seen, even though a pout was also present on Simon's pretty lips. He tapped them once, and Simon immediately opened his mouth, tongue out, like a good, obedient boy.

"Trying to butter me up after acting out, love?"
"I wanted you. You promised to reward me, and you left me alone here. I think I deserve to have you now."
"Ye do, but ye're gonna have to ask better than this. As much as I agree with ye, I'm not about te let you talk like that."
"Hmf. Alright. Please, Sir, will you let me enjoy our time together?"

Bending to kiss him, Soap only answered with a 'of course I'll love' before climbing on the bed and attacking his lover's face with kisses until the man was laughing. Looking at him smile was probably the best reward he could ask for, and he was more than happy to bask in the warmth of that face before worshiping the man for the rest of the night. They stayed close, drinking each other's expressions while touching every inch of skin available and reaffirming their love, enjoying each single moment, prolonging it until the very end with slow, deep thrusts and a warm embrace.
It wasn't until the sun was rising that they settled under the sheets, cuddling and sharing warmth, slow, soft kisses, and goodnight wishes. Simon was more than happy with his reward, and Johnny had sworn to be more careful about letting him know when he had to cancel their plans because of work.

If the next day the visiting Captain looked at MacTavish funny, no one dared ask why, nor did they question why the Lieutenant Ghost seemed entirely too amused by the situation.

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Ghost never liked to train new recruits to escape in a forest; it was long, messy, and tiring. As much as chasing greenies to make them afraid could be fun, doing it in the rain for seven days and nights nonstop was absolutely not. Thankfully, his partner was also in the military and had not been asked to join on this mission, which means that he could do his favorite thing: anticipating Ghost's needs and fulfilling them as soon as he was back on base.
As soon as the lieutenant was back in his room, he found Roach there, kneeling next to the coffee table, tea by his side. He immediately looked at Ghost and started signing, a smile on his face.

"Welcome back, Si. Bath is ready for you, and it should let the tea cool down enough for you to drink it."
"Hell, Gary, you're the best. Come here, love."

Smiling softly, Roach got up and came to kiss his lover, whose mask had been removed as soon as he came into the room. The two started to make out right here in the middle of the room before Roach, red in the cheeks, signed for Simon to go take a bath and enjoy, taking care of him as he always did. Looking fondly at his partner, the lieutenant could only nod and follow through, undressing and going to the bathroom to find a warm bath with candles around it.
The whole room smelled like the bath salt Ghost liked, a relaxing scent that never failed to make him feel better, and he could only feel lucky to have a man like his, doing everything to make him feel good like this. Going in, he gasped at the soothing warmth from the water, and soon after hummed at the feeling of Garry's hands on him, slowly running on his shoulders and chest.

Cracking an eye open to see his partner, Simon tilted his head to give him more room, and was rewarded by the soft touches turning into a massage, making him moan as each movement released more tension from his aching body. Between the water, the scent, and Gary's touch, Ghost was in heaven and didn't shy away from letting it be known, praising his partner for all he was doing.
Unsurprisingly, this brought a blush to his cheeks and made him duck forward to kiss him, squicking when Ghost bit his lips teasingly. It was not a secret that Roach was a service sub, and by now the lieutenant knew exactly what got him going, especially after they'd been away for a bit, and so he didn't hesitate to put his knowledge to practice.

"You're taking such good care of me, baby, I couldn't ask for more. You're the perfect little housewife, hm? Cleaning, running errands, and even providing massages. Making my life so much better by performing all those tasks so well and looking so happy while doing it. Look at you, smiling and kneeling, so beautiful like this."

The result was instant, making Roach squirm in his place, hands shooting to his groin to cover himself while looking at the floor, cheeks puffed a bit in that specific way of his to express his embarrassment when faced with a compliment. Not the least bit perturbed by this, Ghost sat straighter in the bath and turned toward him, grabbing his chin so their eyes could meet, thumb delicately caressing his jaw in the process.

"Don't look away now, love, there's nothing to be shy about. You know I love your devotion and every single act of service you do for me. You're just perfect like that for me. Now, what about losing those clothes and coming into that bath with me, hm? Would you do that for me?"

With a nod and a glance full of desire and love through long lashes, Roach got up and started to undress, too. It was made obvious that the praises were getting to him, cock already half hard just from pretty words. Simon's gaze turned hungry at the sight, and he couldn't help but want to spoil his lover with as much pleasure as he could endure. Helping him in the tub, he let him sit between his legs, back to his chest, and encircled him with his arms, bringing him in a hug and enjoying this proximity.
A week wasn't that long, not when they were often sent on missions four times longer, but still, they were so used to conveying their love with touches that this skin-on-skin contact felt like a declaration of love all over again. The softness of it all didn't take from the lust slowly creeping into the room, though, and so the lieutenant's hands soon went from surrounding his partner to caressing his body, starting with his side, then his stomach, going up to his chest and stopping at his nipples for a bit, making him moan quietly.

"Yeah? You like that, love? So pretty for me like this, letting me take care of you for a change. Come on, I want you to just relax and enjoy this, alright? Don't think of anything else but me now that I'm back."

Kissing his neck, Simon played with Roach's nipples for a bit, pinching and pulling at them until they were hard and pink, similar to his cock that was now poking from the water. He didn't touch him, though, preferring to keep worshipping the rest of him, tracing every mole with his fingers, connecting them like constellations, and peppering kisses all over his neck and jaw. He finally made his way to his hard length when Gary whined and thrusted into thin air, silently asking for more.
Then and only then did Ghost wrap a fist around him, slowly moving it up and down while letting his other hand make its way to the man's sack, caressing it and playing softly with his balls, weighing them and feeling how full they were under his fingers, like he knew they would be.

"You've been so good for me, baby, not cuming while I was away. I'm sure it's been hell, but you've done so wonderfully for me, just like always. Tell me, do you want to cum like this, or do you want me inside? You can even have both if you want, you just need to tell me."
"Both, please. I want it ike this before we go to bed, and you take me."
"Anything you want, love."

With another kiss to the neck, Ghost sped the movement of his hand, quickly bringing Roach to climax, making him arch his back and grab his partner's arm tightly, mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure. Ropes of white shoots from his cock with each movement, Ghost milking him with both hands, semen mixing with the bubbly water and making Simon's praises redouble at the sight of his climax.
He stopped his hands before the pressure could verge on overstimulation and went back to caressing Roach's sides, making him hum in contentment and let his head fall on Simon's chest. The man knew him well, however, and started to wash him soon after, before giving him the washcloth to let him do it to him, too. This brought a sense of serenity to his mind, a sensation of accomplishment and fulfillment at taking care of this big, scary soldier, only to be watched with eyes full of love and gratefulness.

Ghost didn't say anything, only smiling and keeping his hands on him at any time, caressing his back, his thigh, his arm, or his face as he continued with his task until they could rinse and get out of the bath. Roach was wrapped in a fluffy towel before he could step his second foot down, his lieutenant keeping him warm and comfortable for every second of the transition between the tub and their sofa. At first, Gary was surprised they didn't go straight to bed, but when he saw Ghost take a sip of his tea, he could only melt at how considerate the man was: making the perfect tea for Ghost was one of his favorite tasks, always putting a smile on Simon's face and making Roach feel accomplished for the day, and so, to see him take time to enjoy his beverage even through they had plan was making him feel all gooey inside.
Lifting an arm, Ghost made it clear that he expected Gary to cuddle with him, and the man didn't need to be told twice, climbing into his lap and burying himself in the crook of his neck, getting as close as possible while still letting him move. As soft as this was, however, the lieutenant didn't forget what he had promised, and started to grind Roach's hups down with one of his hands, making his own hard-on rub Gary's ass in a clear tease.

"Don't tease me, Simon."
"Why not, love? You look so good writhing in my lap."
"Because I want you in me the next time I cum, please."
"I'm not stopping you from doing it, now, do I, love?"

Smiling at him now that Roach was reclining enough so they could see each other, Ghost only sipped at his tea and lifted an eyebrow, fingers playing with the edge of Gary's towel, making it quite clear what he was proposing and making Roach even harder than before at the idea of just getting fuck while the man relaxed and enjoyed his tea.
The mere idea had him moaning and, if the firm length under him was anything to go by, he was quite certain that he wasn't the only one excited by that idea. He grinded back on it, making Simon hum, and got the lube from between their cushions -because yes, they kept it there- and gave it to Roach, hunger etched on his face.

"Go on, baby, I'm sure you're already prepped, but give me a show, yeah? Show me how pretty you are fucking your fingers."

Taking another sip of his tea, Ghost reclined against the sifa, watching with lidded eyes as Gary followed his order, getting rid of his towel and starting to finger himself. It wasn't long, not when he had done this not an hour before, making sure to be stretched before Ghost had set foot on base again. This was more of a hedonistic demand than anything else, and knowing Simon wanted to see him like this made him even hotter under the collar, cock twitching and hole clenching around his fingers.
By the time the lieutenant wrapped one of his hands around Gary's wrist to pull his fingers out, the sergeant was panting, and his cock was wet with precum. Simon hadn't stopped praising him and making him even hornier, while he drank more tea and caressed his sides, not helping at all for now. He did, however, help Roach sink on his cock by lifting him and helping him drop down in one smooth movement, making him cry with the sensation of fullness.

"Fucking hell, you feel amazing, Gary. So good for me. I could stay inside you forever, love, but that's not what you want, hm? You can warm me later, for now I promised to make you cum."

With an impossibly soft kiss, Simon placed his teacup back on the table and grabbed his hips, helping him move up and down in a slow rhythm, thrust going deep inside him. Gary's head was back in the crook of the lieutenant's neck, hiding his panting there.
Ghost never upped the pace, taking his time to enjoy his lover and grind against his prostate with each movement, keeping him in his arms while bringing him pleasure. It wasn't long until Roach was cuming again, hands scratching Simon's shoulders from where he was hugging him, and hole milking Ghost's cock with the force of his orgasm, making the man follow with his own crest of pleasure.
They stayed still for a bit afterward, Ghost's hands softly caressing Gary's back and keeping him close, letting the man calm his breath before even attempting to reach for his tea again. It wasn't until Roach lifted his hips to let him slip out that Simon relaxed his hold on him.

"You're good, baby? Want to move and extend your legs?"
"I'm good, want to stay like this a bit more, please."
"Of course, love, let me just grab a blanket for you before you get cold, hm?"

With this new arrangement, Ghost and Roach kept cuddling for a while, feeding from the calm and warmth radiating from their closeness, exchanging sweet kisses and soft touches, talking quietly, and enjoying this downtime before they needed to go back to their roles of silent sergeant and intimidating lieutenant.

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Being with a partner who liked dildos was not new to Ghost; he had been with many people in his life and he had never shied away from trying new kinks and practices in the bedroom. It was, however, the first time he was with someone who had so many monstrous toys: alien-looking dildos with spikes and ridges all over, toys with inflatable knots, demon dicks, tentacles the size of his forearm, literal stallions' cocks, and what they were supposedly going to try today, ovipositor toys.
Ghost's first thought was that it was huge, the tip being the size of a fucking Coke can, the length even larger, and the gelatinous eggs weren't much better with their 5cm diameter each. His second thought was to wonder if his belly would bulge, even though he knew it wasn't possible. Looking at the excited glint in Soap's eyes, though, he could only think that if someone was to make it possible, it would be that man.

"Ye prepped like I told ye to, right?"
"Course I did, Johnny, but I'm not sure it will be enough for that thing though."
"Aye, don't worry 'bout it, love. Ye love to be full anyway, so I'm sure ye will like it even if it stretches ye to yer limits, right?"

Ghost hummed while still looking at the enormous toy in his lover's hands, hole already clenching at the idea of taking all of it, of being made to take all of it. If there was one thing he learn during his years, it was that he was a bit of a size queen, and during the last year he found out that Johnny had a thing for it, enjoying nothing more than to make him gape anyway he could before fucking him and watching his cum drool out of his abused hole afterward.
He knew that the sergeant wouldn't do anything that would hurt him, making sure that he was stretched enough and using a liberal amount of lube and cum to make the slide easier, but still, there was a part of him that was thrilled with the threat of the toy's size being too much. Johnny knew it and loved it if his dirty talk was anything to go by.

The man was now between his thighs, looking at him while Ghost was reclining on the bed, completely naked, already hard and waiting for the Scot to make a move. He didn't wait much longer, putting the toy and eggs on their bedside table before grabbing the Lieutenant's legs and pulling him toward him until they were close enough for him to put them on his shoulders.
Hard and eager, the Sergeant smiled widely before sliding inside his partner without even checking how well Ghost had prepped himself, and started a slow rhythm made of long, deep movements. He thrusted a couple of times inside him before sliding out, leaving the blonde panting and frowning at the sudden stop of what could have been a fantastic fuck, before his eyes widened as he lubbed himself more and thrusted back inside with two fingers at the side of his cock, stretching him even wider.

"Look at ye, bonnie thing, looking so good stretched on my cock. Fuck, can't wait to see ye get full with those eggs and cum all over yerself while I fuck ye after."

This made Ghost moan loudly and clench around the sergeant's fingers, before asking for more, egging him on and pushing him to add another finger, making him arch his back and curse. Soap only cooed at that and listened to him, following the moaned order and still continuing to move his hips with slow motions before he decided that the lieutenant was wide enough for them to continue with their night.
Sliding out of him, he immediately grabbed the toy by their side and started pushing it in, watching it catch on Simon's rim before popping in with a grunt from the lying man. With the praises coming his way, cut by the absolute filth Johnny was so good at spewing, Ghost was getting fuller with each inch sliding inside, his moans slowly growing in pitch. When the sergeant stopped moving, Simon thought that this was it, that he had taken the monster toy and could try to relax, even if he could feel how stretched he was around it. It wasn't, however, the case.

Pulling it out a bit, Johnny told him how good he looked impaled on it before ramming it back in, the toy going even deeper inside him and making him cry with the sheer size of it. Soap was babbling in the background, Ghost too busy trying to control his breathing to listen to what he was saying, feeling every single detail from the toy rubbing against his walls and putting constant pressure on his prostate.
He was in the process of taking a deep breath when Johnny started moving the toy inside him, making tears gather at his water line from the intense pleasure of it all, and the following thrusts made him sob, trying to focus on Soap's amazed expression before his eyes rolled in the back of his head from a hard thrust forward.

"Mionnaich air Dia, baby, you're the prettiest thing I ever saw. Look at ye taking it all in." (*I swear to God*)
"Johnny! Ah-"
"I know, dove, I know. Ye're feeling full, aye? But ye're going to take even more fer me, my perfect size queen. Fuck, look how hard ye make me."

Grabbing one of Ghost's hands, Johnny pulled it to his cock, making both of them moan from the contact, the Lieutenant starting to jerk him sloppily before letting go when Soap moved the toy in a harsher rhythm than before, making Ghost grip the sheets like his lifeline and whimper. The noise seemed to turn his partner on even more because he pulled all his effort into making him do it again.
He swore loudly when precum spurted from Ghost's cock as his prostate was focused on and, eyes half closed with pleasure, the blonde saw Johnny grab something at his side and brought it between his legs, only understanding what it was when he felt it get pushed inside him, making him arched his back until nothing but his shoulders were touching the bed: Soap had started to push the gelatine eggs inside the toys and was pressing them in him one after the other.

The feeling of those slimy weights sliding against his inside and being pushed even deeper was too much for Simon, and he came, untouched, from the sheer pressure inside him. His release made him clench down, the size of the toy even more obvious to his twitching muscles, and the eggs being fed into him felt larger than life itself, where they pushed together and glided deeper under Soap's ministration. Cum streaks painted his whole torso from the force of his orgasm, and his voice broke on his moan.
It wasn't until the sergeant started swearing and put a hand on his stomach that Ghost opened his eyes, vision half-blurred by tears of pleasure, and he saw that there was a bulge in his belly. A real, visible, and touchable bulge from how full he was. It made a last pulse of cum come out of his twitching dick, the vision one he didn't think possible, and he whimpered loudly when the hand on his stomach pressed down on the bulge, making the shaft under it move and the eggs slide against one another, slipping deeper and making him sob even more.

"Johnny- Too much, 's too much."
"Fuck dove, ye're so full right now that yer body needs to rearrange itself. Can ye see it? Deu, ye're perfect. Look at that bulge, ye could pass for pregnant like this. Aye, ye like that, baby? Like the idea of being so full that it changes ye completely? Do ye want me to fuck ye full of me? Wantta have my babies, love?"

The moans Ghost was letting out were enough for Johnny to dive headfirst into this new kink, never having talked about breeding kink before today, and never having wanted to before seeing the man round because of him. This seemed to change something in the Scot's brain, making him go feral with the need to be inside his partner, sliding the toy out and immediately taking its place and moaning at the feel of the eggs moving around him, slowly melting and creating sticky wetness, making each movement inside him sound loud and obscene.

"Listen to ye, dove, sound so good moaning for me, and yer cunt so wet it's loud with it. Fuck, d'ye think it will take? Think its deep enough? Ah, ye're clenching so hard around me, trying te keep it inside, aye?"
"Fuck, Johnny- Need you to cum inside! Please!"
"Fuck, fuck, Simon, I'm- fuck!"

Moaning loudly and pushing as deep as he could, the sergeant came inside Ghost, his lover's hands leaving red welts on his back from the overstimulation and the pleasure coursing through his veins. He stayed inside him for a bit, not moving until Ghost told him to, or more precisely, ordered him to 'get out of me before I kick you, Johnny,' With a grunt, the sergeant did just that, cursing when he saw both his cum and some slick flow out of Simon's hole, makig his poor cock try to twitch again despite the insane orgasm he just had.
They were silent for a bit after that, both trying to regulate their breathing before Ghost finally started talking, looking at Johnny with a small teasing smile.

"So, breeding, uh?"
"Fuck if I know, Si. Didn't even know it was something I would be into, ye know I hate kids."
"Hm, but apparently you love my 'wet pussy' and the idea of me being full of you."
"God, that's ridiculous."
"A bit, but that was hot."
"Nae, come on, ye would be pregnant by now if that was possible!"

Simon busted out laughing at Johnny's tone, the man apaled by the idea of needing multiple fucking apparently insulting to his virility, more than the fact that it wasn't biologically possible for Ghost to get pregnant. Unfortunately, laughing made Ghost's muscles clench down and slick flow out of him again, making him grunt and making a petulant Johnny snort.

"See? Ye're wet as fuck."
"And ye're going to help me wash it, Sergeant."
"Aye, t'will be my pleasure to do it, Lieutenant."

The two started bickering gently before devolving into another make-out session, full of soft kisses and tender caresses, Johnny thanking his lover for indulging him again, only for Simon to put an end to it and reassure him that he was not 'indulging him' but loving him just as much as him.
The rest of the night was full of love, clean up, and jokes, the two of them taking care of changing the sheets and showering together before getting a quick snack, a cup of tea, and going back to their room as stealthily as possible after probably keeping half of the barracks awake with the noise. Thankfully, most people were too scared of Ghost to even comment on the noise or the way his gait was off the next day, to Price and Gaz's amusement.
If a fresh batch of muffins found their way to the barracks, then no one said anything, only smiling and quietly complimenting the lieutenant's cooking behind closed doors, not wanting him to hear them and be embarrassed.

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It hadn't even been a full year since Mace had dropped from the military, letting Ghost behind, but he missed the man like nothing else. They still tried to stay in contact, as much as they could in this branch of work anyway, and Mace was more than eager to see his fellow soldier again during their shared break. Well, it was mandatory leave for Ghost; he was just tagging along to see him.
No matter, the point was that he was about to see him again, and he wouldn't have to share him with a whole group of soldiers or friends. This made him smile behind his mask, eager to spend some time maskless, lounging in comfortable wear without a single protective gear weighing him down. Putting his grocery bags on the floor in the apartment that Ghost and he were going to stay at, Mace looked around and immediately started to make tea before the other man arrived.

It was a ritual of theirs to make tea for the other after a hard mission or a bad day, and he wanted to make sure the other would be in a good mood for their reunion, making him forget the stress of a soldier's life for a bit. He was right to do so because as soon as Simon arrived, it was clear that he was tense, making Mace's attention immediately zero in on him, searching for any visible injuries and not finding any.
His brain had half a second to focus on the fact that Ghost was still wearing his mask, or a version of it, Mace had offered him a while ago, before he went back to trying to decipher the soldier's mood and how he could help. Ghost didn't leave him any time to get anxious, though, because he made a beeline for him and immediately collided with him, letting himself sag against Mace.

It was like all of his strings had been cut off, the man melting in Mace's embrace, face buried in his neck and arms thrown around his shoulders. It was cute, this trust he had in him to keep him upright and not waver under his weight; it felt like a gift, something to be cherished, and so Mace reciprocated the hug and kissed the top of Ghost's head, wishing for his balaclava to be gone.
He didn't have to voice any of it, though, because after a couple of minutes like this, the blonde started to move again, getting rid of his gear and mask, followed by his shoes and balaclava, leaving him more exposed than he had been in a while. A soft smile was now visible though, mirrored by Mace's own, and it was all that mattered.

"Hi."
"Hey, Simon, it's been a while. How are you doing?"
"Better now that I'm here. You? How are they treating you?"
"Better than expected, considering. But let's not talk about it, hm? Why don't you sit down and drink your tea?"

Ghost smiled at the attention, looking at the label only to find it was his favorite, Yorkshire Gold, and couldn't help but kiss Mace once more. When they made their way to the sofa, Ghost's eyes crinkled with fondness, and they started talking about their daily life, Ghost moving to hug him as soon as he finished his tea, their hands clasped together and running soothing circles into one another's skin. Mace pulled the blonde even closer to him, nipping at his neck and guiding him to lie back on him more fully.
They were flushed together, enjoying the contact, Mace's hands gliding under Simon's clothes, bites getting placed on the lieutenant's neck, the whole moment getting heated with both men chubbing up from the pressure of their legs pushing against their groins, each slow rut of their hips getting their desire more evident, when Ghost's phone rang.

"Don't answer it, you're on leave."
"I need to get that."
"You're on leave, Si, haven't even been here for a day, and you're already getting called? That's not okay."
"I won't be long, sorry."

With a quick kiss, Ghost climbed off Mace to go fetch his phone under the disapproving gaze of the other: The Operator was more than aware that, given the chance, the military would just keep Simon 24/7, using him until he drops dead. From what Simon told him, MacTavish wasn't like that, but the man was obviously trying to get into Ghost's pants, even if the lieutenant denied it, and this was just asking for problems.
Listening to the blonde's call, he couldn't help but feel jealous of the Captain's proximity with Ghost, even when the man was back in his lap, and if his hand made its way to Simon's groin while he was talking, well, this wasn't his fault. What was he supposed to do when the Captain called the blonde 'his lieutenant' and told him he was calling to 'make sure he was doing well since he had insisted on making the trip alone, even though he had proposed to come with him'. That was new information, for one, and the idea of the Scot seeing this softer version of Ghost was enough for possessiveness to flash brightly in his brain.

Sure, he wasn't a bad man, from what Mace knew, he was even a good Captain, but the Lieutenant was his, had been his for years, and would be for the rest of their lives. Letting his second hand drift to Simon's inner thigh, he put pressure on the mark he knew was there, the skull-shaped brand he put here years ago, and made the blonde's breath hitch with the movement. They glanced at each other, then, Simon clearly trying to appear normal on the phone while Mace got bolder and pulled Ghost's cock from his underwear, pushing his pants low just enough for it to be out, before immediately starting to jerk him off.
He was a sight like this, biting his lips and putting effort into not grinding down against Mace's hard-on or fuck himself into the man's fist. Unfortunately for him, he needed to answer MacTavish if he didn't want the other man to know what was happening, and Mace had this wicked smile on his face that screamed trouble. When the lieutenant opened his mouth to tell ihs Captain that everything was good and he would see him in a week, Mace's fingers started to play with his slit and his cock head, while his other hand went from his inner thigh to his hips, bringing him harshly down onto his laps, the operator's bulge cradled between's Simon's cheeks with the movement.

It made Simon let a sharp cry, eyes closing under the assault of pleasure, and his cock twitched helplessly, dribbling precum over Mace's fingers while MacTavish's questioning voice resonated from the phone, asking Ghost what happened. The lieutenant babbled something about stubbing his toe before ending the call and gripping Mace's jaw, tilting his head until he was fully looking at him.

"You better finish what you started, Mace. I'll probably be interrogated about what happened when I'm back on base. Give me a good reason not to be mad about it."
"Don't worry, love, I'm about to fuck you so good you won't even remember that call by the end of it."

Ghost only hummed before bending down to kiss his lover deeply, hands sliding to the end of Mace's shirt to take it off, forcing the man to let go of his cock to get it off, warm hands immediately finding his shoulders once they were revealed. The kiss was messy in the best kind of way, Simon panting against his tongue due to the constant stimulation of the operator's fingers around his cock and how he was dryhumping him.
Mace didn't let go before Ghost was cuming all over his hand and his chest, white streaks contrasting with his dark skin, painting his abs in it and making the lieutenant moan even louder at the sight. This time, when his phone went off, Ghost didn't even look at it, all his focus on his partner and how good he looked under him right now, telling him as much and kissing him again and again before he was manhandled unceremoniously, legs thightening around Mace's waist while the man reversed their position, making Ghost fall on his back to hover over him.

"Look how pretty you are under me, love. I should keep you here forever."
"I would. I would stay here with you if you asked."

Vowing himself to Mace once more, Simon's hands caressed the man's shoulders, fingers trailing over each scar there, dutifully following them from shoulders to collarbone before continuing to his chest, pinching a nipple when he was thumbing at the marks on his pec, making Mace grunt and grind against him.
Ghost kept going, knowing the importance of those scars nd worshiping each of them before grabbing Mace's hips and pulling them against his, making him thrust against his spent cock in a clear indication of what he wanted. With no reason to make him wait longer, the operator moved back a bit and helped him undress before doing the same.

Before Ghost could reposition himself, however, he turned him around, pushing his upper body into the sofa until he was all but presenting his hole to him, making Mace's cock twitch at the view. See, in this position, the brand on his inner thigh was visible from behind, making the possessiveness in Mace flare with contentment and pushing him to speed up so he could bury himself in the warmth of Simon's inside.
Laving his fingers with drool, Mace spat on Ghost's hole before slowly pushing one inside, only to find no resistance and wetness there, making him pause and slide out before bringing two fingers to his hole, thrusting in without any problem.

"Fuck, did you prep before coming here, Simon?"
"Hm, it's been too long since I saw you last. I missed you."
"Misses you too, baby. Hell, I could probably just slide in without even fingering you."
"Do it. Fuck, Mace, do it."

With a look of awe, Mace pulled his fingers out and lined himself with the mess coating them, before slamming in Ghost with one deep thrust, making him arch his back and moan. Mace cursed at the tight walls around him, staying still for a bit before Simon decided it wasn't enough and started to move his hips himself.
Mace's hands gripped his hips firmly, probably bruising him, before he started to thrust in and out, rhythm speeding up as soon as he was sure he wouldn't hurt Simon, turning into deep, hard thrusts coupled with bites all over his neck and taunts whispered in his ear.

"Do you think you can cum again, love? Cum on my cock while I mark your pretty neck? Can you clench in pleasure and milk my cock until you're dripping with me?"
"Fuck, Mace! Harder! I- ah! I need you to fuck me harder if you want that."
"Yeah? You could have asked me to touch your cock, but you just want to be fucked stupid, hm? To be full and owned? Is that it, Simon? You want to be mine?"
"Yes! Fuck, come on baby, please, fill me up!"

Swearing, Mace's rhythm sped up again, his balls slapping Ghost's taint with each movement, making him moan and call Mace's name while the man fucked into him violently, giving him exactly what he asked for.
It wasn't long before the blonde's calls turned into pleading moans, and the Jackal's operator let go of his hips to put a hand on his sternum and yank him upward, making his thrusts reach deeper and propelling Ghost into his orgasm. It was not a quiet thing, Simon screaming with him, tightening around Mace and keening from the intense pleasure, only for it to continue with each new thrust inside him.

It was too much for Simon, who was moaning continuously by now, hands gripping at Mace's arms and hips alternating between trying to get away and pushing closer to him. One of his hands abandoned its grip, searching blindly across his body before finding its target and squeezing harshly the back of Mace's left thigh, fingers digging into his inner thigh from behind, claiming the mirrored brand there and making Mace come from the covetousness in this movement.

Grinding hard against his ass to push his cum even deeper, enjoying the clenching of his hole around his cock, Mace slowly pushed Ghost down again, following with him this time and helping him extend his legs so he wouldn't cramp from the position. Lying on him, his arms the only reason he wasn't crushing Simon into the sofa while spurting the last of his release in him, panting against his neck and kissing it repeatedly.
Simon was still under him, lying on his stomach and catching his breath while Mace kissed his shoulders and back again and again, never getting enough of worshipping the pretty blonde. He slipped out of him and kept kissing slower and slower before biting one ass cheek, making him groan, but not swatting him away, making Mace smile at the silent consent to keep going. He kissed the bite he had just left before starting to play with Ghost's bubble butt, caressing, massaging, and spreading his cheeks before letting his fingers slip in between and getting a bit obsessed with the man's hole.

Thumb playing with Ghost's sensitive rim, pulling it open and slipping in and out to watch the proof of his orgasm froth with the movement, Mace could only hum, pleased with himself, and his possessiveness soothed for a bit. He knew he would cover him in more marks by the end of the night, but seeing how tremors took him with a simple finger right now, he would have to wait a bit. He slipped his finger out of him and brought it to the bruises on his hips, more proof of their connexion, and thumbed softly over them, only for his previous jealousy to flare up again when he heard the ping of a new message from Simon's phone.

"What do you think your Captain would say if he saw you like this, love? With my cum dripping out of you?"
"Is it a fight if all I want is to have you by my side for longer? To let everybody know you're mine as much as I'm yours, even when you're away? Can't I be jealous?"
"You know I'm yours, Mace-"
"You wear my mask, but you still answer to him before anyone else. It's normal for me to want to mark you deeper, to let him know I was there before him. You're mine, love, and if that brand on your thigh is not enough, then I'll cover you in cum to make it clear. Hell, if it would make you happy, I'd even buy you a ring."
"What for? You know we can't get married, I'm dead, and we're already together, anyway."
"Course we are, I know it, but your Captain doesn't seem to get the memo. Maybe I should just show him how sweet you are for me, yeah?"

To drive his point home, he thrusted a finger back in Simon's ass, making him moan with overstimulation while also bringing some of his cum out of him with the movement, watching white dribble out of his puffy hole and onto his thighs. Fuck, this really was a beautiful sight, Ghost creampied like this, and Mace just couldn't help himself: he found the blonde's phone in the mess that was their coffee table and took a picture, the lieutenant's ass the sole focus of it, oozing cum unmissable against his pink rim.
When Ghost didn't say anything about the picture or about his accusation, Mace decided that maybe he would follow through and let Captain MacTavish know exactly who owned Ghost, after all, gifting him the privilege of seeing Simon's ass like this if that meant he would stop flirting with him.

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There weren't many things Ghost was struggling with, too well-trained to be bad at anything by now, but this? This, he didn't know how to do. Thankfully, Gaz had proposed to help him with it, sweet as he was, and was thus doing just that right now.
This being self-love and that being worshipping him in front of a mirror so he could see 'how pretty he was' and why 'most people on base would sell their life for a single glance from him'. Of course, Ghost didn't see it like that, couldn't understand what was supposed to be beautiful in him; sure, he knew his body was attractive, but not pretty or handsome. People liked his muscles and the masculinity of it, but they didn't like, well, him.
Ghost couldn't be mad at it because he didn't have any argument as to why they should: the only thing he was seeing when looking at himself was his too pale skin, the hundreds of scars littering it, the even higher number of beauty spots… His face was even worse, bisected in two because of the full Glasgow smile etched from lips to ears in pale silver, the cuts winding from where the knife met resistance. Nothing especially pretty there.

Gaz didn't see it like this, however, and didn't shy from letting it be known, praising him again and again while worshiping every inch of his skin, while he was ordered to look straight at the mirror in front of them so he could see exactly what Kyle was doing and what he was commenting. Right now, he was kneeling on the bed, back to Gaz's chest, hands trapped between them while the sergeant's were gliding on his chest, eyes fixed on their reflection.

"You're so beautiful, Simon, look at you. Can't you see how lovely you are when you blush? Look, it comes all the way to your chest, so pink and delicate. You got the prettiest skin, so pale, it looks like you've been kissed by the moon, and it makes your freckles stand out. I could spend hours kissing them, playing connect the dots with your beauty marks, too. You're etheral, Lt."

Ghost couldn't answer, not knowing what to say, and too focused on how they looked together, because when they were like this with Gaz behind him, both of them naked, he could maybe see the appeal. He still didn't find himself beautiful or anything, but he could understand why someone would want to watch their skin push together and the shift of muscles under their hands when they drag on his.
Maybe it was just his infatuation with Kyle and the fact that the man was gorgeous, or maybe it was the lust blurring his mind, but anyway, Garrick was still praising him and telling him how pretty he was, making him feel hot under the collar, when he decided to start playing with his nipples, making him arch his back on a gasp, pulling them even more into his hands. He clenched his eyes shut from the pleasure, but a hand immediately shot to his face and caressed his cheeks before Gaz talked again.

"You're supposed to watch yourself, Ghost, to see how beautiful you are. Can't do that with your eyes closed, baby. Come on, look at yourself, see how perfect you are like this. I want you to see you like I do."
"Kyle-"
"Shh, don't worry, you don't need to tell me anything, just look and enjoy."

Opening his eyes, Simon tried to focus on the mirror, eyes widening slightly at how debauched he looked already, nipples stiff and pink, blush covering his neck and chest, and cock hard between his legs. Gaz's strong arms contrasted with his pale skin, and it was mesmerizing to see his fingers dancing on it, pinching a nipple with one hand while the other followed his happy trail, twirling in blonde hair before dipping to the base of his cock, circling it, and starting to play with the piercings on the underside of his length.
This made Ghost moan and his cock twitch in Kyle's hand, his breathing catching and his eyes getting lidded: he did his best to keep them open, but the pleasure was such that the task was hard. Gaz's head was resting in Simon's neck, his gaze blazing with unrestrained desire, his full lips stretched in a content smile, dipping to the skin on his neck to put some love bites there between praises.

"God, you're so pretty like this, can you see it? Look at you twitching in my hand, accepting my touch and even pushing into it. You have the best tits I've ever seen, all plush and sensitive, making your nipples so tight. Perfect, really. And your cock, fuck, it feels so good in my hand." Kyle upped his rhythm, making Simon moan even louder before he continued his monologue.
"And your face. Simon, you're so gorgeous. I could watch you for the rest of my life and never be bored by your beauty. The way your eyelashes fluttered, the way your lips parted on your moans, the way your cheek goes red with pleasure. You're mesmerizing. Please, keep going for me, I want to see you cum, want to see your face when you reach your peak."
"Fuck, Gaz, I'm gonna cum, don't stop."
"I'm not stopping, Ghost, not until you watch yourself coming apart and see how pretty you are when you do.'

Leaving a trail of kisses on Simon's neck, Gaz kept his hand moving up and down his length while watching intently at their reflection in the mirror, and being rewarded with the beautiful sight of him coming from a last pinch at his nipple, making his dick throb and his orgasm run through him. He grunted, hips bucking forward and fucking himself in Kyle's hand while trying to obey his sergeant's order and keep watching themselves.
To his surprise, Kyle didn't stop his hand, fingers alternating between playing with his piercings, his cock head, and the prominent vein along his shaft. This assault of sensation made him call for Kyle and tremble, orgasm going on and on, spurts of semen coming out with each stroke until his balls were empty. It took several minutes and cries from Ghost, eyes rolling into his eyes even though he tried to watch, Gaz unrelenting and cooing at him through it all, keeping up with his praises and kisses.

When he finally let go of Simon's cock, they were both panting, Ghost's thighs twitching, and eyes still closed as his head had been thrown back while in rapture. A soft kiss to his lips made his eyes flutter open, Gaz asking him to look ahead for him in that gentle tone of his. The Lieutenant obeyed so he would see that smile on the other man's face again. When he looked at the mirror once more, he was shocked to find that he looked almost soft like this, pink all over and hugged by Kyle's arms, his bulging biceps squashing Ghost's pec and making their curve more apparent.
He didn't suddenly like his body, but seeing the look of wonder in Garrick's eyes and his smile while he looked at them, Ghost couldn't find it in him to be insecure right now. The multiple orgasms he just had may have helped with that, and, aware of how much pleasure the younger man had brought out of him, he turned his head to gently bump it with Gaz's own, nuzzling his cheek and getting his attention.

"I'm pretty sure I can't get hard again, but tell me how you want me and I'll reciprocate. Just need to get my hands back and I'm all yours."
"You- ah, don't need to, Simon."
"Hm, I know, but I want you to feel good too."
"I do. I already did."
"You-" Ghost eyes widened, and he immediately looked back at the mirror to look at Gaz, blushing fiercely.
"Yeah. You looked too good like that, I couldn't help myself."

Slowly moving his body, Simon turned around to face Kyle, looking at his body and the puddle of cum on the bed, before he blushed too and smiled at him, pushing him flat into the bed and lying next to him, finding the best position to cuddle with him. Kissing him once more, he hummed before reassuring him.

"That might be the best compliment you could give me. I may not see what you do, but if I can make you feel good and take pleasure just by letting you watch me, I'm more than happy to do it."
"You- Of course you do, Si, you're so pretty, I could worship you for the rest of my life and live happily."
"Hm, I wouldn't want the team to lose such a good soldier for something like this, but I could be convinced to let you do it on your downtime."

That made Kyle laugh and bury his head in Ghost's chest, rolling over to rest on his side and enjoy the feeling of all those muscles pillowing his body, strong arm coming to encircle him and trace indefinite shapes on his back, lulling him into a state of calm he only found in the other man's arms.
They stayed like this for a while, both enjoying the closeness and relishing in the quiet love between them, knowing that Ghost's insecurities couldn't disappear with a single talk, but proud of the progress they had already made.

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Working with supernatural soldiers was easy enough: mind your own business and do your job correctly, and everything would be alright. If your comrades decided to talk to you about it, then it was an honor, and you'd better be grateful for it. It was an open secret that teams with supernatural beings were often SAS, only going on classified missions and sticking together until the end. That was why they were so good. That was why the 141 was so feared.

Covered in blood from head to toes, a 5'4 wolf at his side, both of them making their way out of a bunker before the hostile reinforcements arrived, Ghost could see why they were depicted as fearless, heartless creatures. It was a lie, obviously, as he never knew someone capable of loving as deeply as Soap did, of making you feel like you were the most precious thing in the world, as if you were needed for him to breathe. As if you were the one and only.
It was a heady feeling, and something Ghost loved to indulge in, letting his wolf show him just how much he needed him, but now was absolutely not the time for it. Looking at the panting werewolf at his side, pupils wide with lust and hands still in their clawed forms, he could only curse the man's timing. His rut wasn't supposed to happen before tonight at least, leaving them the time to flee the scene and hide from their enemies before spending the night in the closest safe house.
Unfortunately, that plan dissolved before his eyes with each step he was taking.

"Lt, I need you to start running before I take you right here."
"Now is not the time, Johnny. I need you to focus on the mission and keep it under wraps until the end."
"You know I can't, not this close to rut. I, fuck Ghost, I need to be in you."
"Sergeant. We-"
"I don't care right now. You need- you need to go now and go as far as you can so we'll be under cover."

Locking eyes with his lover, Ghost saw the thin grasp he had on his instincts and couldn't help but swear and glance back at the path they had just taken, trying to estimate how far they were before looking back at Soap and nodding. He didn't wait a second more and sprinted towards the forest, leaving a trail of their enemies' blood behind him while he sank under the cover of the trees. He ran as fast as he could, putting as much distance as possible between the bunker and him, while knowing that Johnny would be after him soon and wouldn't let go for a while.
His legs were burning by the time he heard a howl behind him, followed by feet pounding on the floor, telling him how close Soap was. Adrenaline flared in Ghost and pushed him forward a bit more, sparks of arousal mixing with his worry of getting caught. Before he could make it much farther, the Lieutenant was tackled to the ground from behind, a heavy weight pinning him to the forest floor and making him groan.

He didn't have time to try and get up before one of Johnny's hands was on his neck, pushing his face into the soil, while the other clawed at his hips and legs to move him into whatever position he wanted. A low growl was coming from the man's chest, flushed against Ghost's back, the vibration reverberating into the Lieutenant's body because of it and warning him to stay still.
Not one to go down without a fight, he kicked and tried to kneel, only for Soap to threateningly graze his fangs against his pulse and tell him to stop moving while he moved him to his knees and tore his fatigues.

"Johnny, stop it! I need my clothes! Let me move and I will get it o- Johnny!"

Scrambling to move away, Ghost started to curse Soap for being too eager and ripping his underwear clean off him, and immediately started rutting against him and grunting in his ear.

"Fuck, look at ye, Si. Already open for me. Did ye prep thinking about this? About me? Are ye going to let me take ye right here?"

One of Johnny's hands came to play with the plug nestled between Simon's cheeks, pulling it out until it was at his widest, the lieutenant's rim stretching around it, and the man grunting because of it. Soap didn't keep to it long, though, too eager to get this along, and pulled it out after only a couple of back and forths in, making it pop out of Ghost's hole with a wet noise, lube dribbling out of him with it. That made Soap growled again, discarding the plug somewhere and bringing his hand back up to spread his lover's cheeks and dive in with his mouth, surprising him with the movement.
Claws digging into the fat of his ass, tongue buried in his hole, Ghost was assaulted with pleasure and could only arch his back as Johnny feasted on him. The werewolf was rimming him in the messiest way possible, fangs grazing the edge of his hole, saliva mixing with the lube inside him, while Soap's tongue lapped at his rim and then pushed deeper and deeper inside him. Unsurprisingly, werewolf's biology was different from the human's one, and one of those differences was the slick muscle buried in Ghost's ass: Johnny's tongue was long, way longer when he was shifted like this, pushing deep inside him and stretching him so good.

Ghost was doing his best not to moan too loudly, knowing full well that soldiers were looking for them out there, wanting to get revenge on their comrades while he was there, chest down and ass up, getting eaten out in the open and being seconds away from shooting cum all over his pants, or what remains of it. He tried to keep it in, knowing that Johnny wouldn't stop, no matter what, but he couldn't fight against the pressure of his tongue against his walls, the way it pressed against his prostate and writhed inside him while Johnny suck at his rim. He couldn't fight against all this, not when it was so good, and so he only bit his lips to stifle any sound while pleasure crashed against him and made his eyes roll back in his head.
He clenched around the wet muscle with his orgasm, only encouraging Johnny to keep going, making him grunt at the feeling of being full, and sharp tingles of pain made their appearance as he was forced to endure the avalanche of pleasure right after he peaked. He didn't even have time to go soft; Soap's ministrations too much for his body to comprehend. Even if he knew it was a futile effort, he still tried to reason with the werewolf, only for him to ignore him.

"Johnny- Johnny, pup, please, you need to give me a break, I can't go again right now. Come on, love, you can't make me pass out in the middle of the forest, that's not safe. Let me up for a bit and I swear you can fuck me as much as you want in the safe house, yeah?"

His only answer was a gowl, and Soap, trying to bury himself even deeper in him while he slurped and moaned against him, making his fangs nick his skin and making him finally pull out, only to lap at the blood and panted against his hole, fat tongue abandoning his inside to follow the trickle of blood to his taint and then his balls, shifting his weight to manhandled Ghost and lift his legs higher. This shifted his gravity center, making him fall forward but also making his groin at face height, Johnny's girthy tongue rolling around his sack, the texture tearing moans from Simon, and making him sob.
Babbling widely, Ghost tried to escape the stimulation, only for claws to sink into his thighs, making more blood flow out of him, turning Johnny even wilder. Doubling his efforts, he sucked Simon's balls into his mouth before thrusting back into his hole, saliva making wet sounds echoed from the movements and propulsing the lieutenant into another orgasm. He cried loudly, sobbing and spasming into Soap's grip. Thankfully, Johnny finally relented, letting his toes touch the ground again, his legs too tired to support his weight, making him fall to his knees.

Simon heard Johnny move behind him, but he didn't focus on it, trying to calm his breath while listening to the forest, trying to gauge if his screams had alerted anyone to their position. Nothing was out of the ordinary, or at least as far as he could say, and so he let himself relax, head falling forward, back arched, and eyes closed until he felt Johnny nuzzling his back and started to rut against him, making him grunt and find the strength to swat at him and grumble at him.

"Johnny, we need to go to the safe house before you continue. As bad as they are, they will find us if you start fucking me here."
"Si, I need you, please, I need-"
"I'll let you knot me as many times as you can if you carry me there."
"Fuck, Lt!"

The excitement in Johnny's voice was enough for Ghost to know this was going to be a long night, but as long as they were out of here, he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity of sharing his lover's rut like he had planned to.
TBC

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Nighttime was always Ghost's favorite: it was quiet, dark enough not to hurt his eyes, and more importantly than anything else, it was a moment where he could be alone. Or, well, alone until Soap came to find him and make him see stars. See, it was a sort of ritual by now, Ghost going out to smoke a fag, relaxing into the night and the freedom of only wearing a partial mask and loose clothing, before Johnny came to him and shared that moment of peace with him. They would then talk, kiss, share soft touches or, if the mood was right -and it often was- tease each other and sometimes even fuck.
It was so usual by now that they both tried to surprise each other with little trinkets and attentions, and tonight Ghost had decided on wearing a pair of panties he caught Soap looking at. It was a simple thing, really, black, comfortable, made of soft cotton, with a heart window at the base of his cock. He was wearing it under his sweatpants, waiting for his sergeant to come here so he could see his reaction.

What he wasn't waiting for was for Soap to come to their spot with a mullish expression, hunger in his eyes, and eagerness in his steps. He didn't stop next to Ghost like he would usually do, no, he walked straight to him, hands coming to his cheeks, waiting for him to pull the fag away from his mouth and nod before tugging his mask off and kissing him deeply. He kept at it for a bit, his desire making Simon dizzy.

"Fuck, Lt, I couldn't wait to do this. Ye were so beautiful today, putting these cunts in their place and showing them why ye were given the responsibilities ye have. And they saw it too, how gorgeous ye were, I could see it in their eyes."
"Jealous, are you, Johnny?"
"Aye. Ye're mine. They can look, but I'm the only one te touch ye, te please ye."

With hands sliding from his cheeks to his hips, squeezing them before sliding under his shirt, already making him shiver, Ghost could only agree with that claim and want it to be even louder. Thankfully, Soap was a possessive lover, and so he didn't hesitate to grip hard enough to leave bruises, while still drawing circles on his skin with his thumbs. It was a mix of violence and sweetness that Ghost couldn't get enough of, just like the mix of praise and degradation that flew from his mouth in those moments.

"But I'm sure ye love the attention, hm, like the slag ye are, wearing those tight clothes and looking so pretty. Maybe I should let them know yer already taken, aye?"
"Maybe you should, yes."
"Ye're so eager, Si. So horny ye ask me to find ye here every single night and claim ye for all to see like the perfect doll."

Before he could answer, Ghost was kissed soundly, fag completely forgotten in the benefit of Johnny's mouth on his, moving in a perfect dance, teeth pulling at his lower lip and biting down, making him gasp and open his mouth enough for their tongues to meet. It was heady, making Simon's mind quiet, nothing but lust and need in his head while Soap slid one of his legs between his thighs, perfect for him to grind down onto.
Moaning at this new pressure, Ghost moved his hips down, taking his pleasure with what he was given, not caring for anything else but that point of contact between them and the raging desire pouring from Soap with every roll of his hips. The man was babbling absolute filth in his ear, kissing and biting his neck while guiding him to hump his leg, only stopping when he heard the man's moans getting higher-pitched.

"Gonna cum fer me, doll? Without me even touching ye? Gonna make a mess of yer pants?"
"No, please."
"Aw, begging for it, now, love? Tell me what ye want and I'll do it, anything ye want, love."
"Fuck, Johnny, please, touch me. Take me out and touch me."
"Of course, M’eudail."

Pulling back from the Lieutenant's neck, Johnny was about to pull him out of his underwear with minimum effort, not pulling his pants any lower, only to stop when his fingers brushed against soft cotton in a cut that was nothing like his usual boxer. Eyes widening, he dropped to his knees and pulled Simon's pants down with him, exposing an incredibly pretty sight, making him groan.
The blonde was hard in his panties, the black fabric straining around his girth and cutout heart exposing his light blond bush. Eyes locking with the man's, Soap brought his hands up to caress the straining erection in front of him, before slowly leaning forward and licking the whole length of it and making him whimper.

"Ye had quite the surprise hiding under yer pants, love. It would be a shame to let ye make a mess of them, or more of one."
"Hm, they're a gift for you."
"So sweet. I should keep 'em then, aye? Take 'em off."
"Here?"
"Here."

Planting another kiss to Ghost's cock through the wet cotton, Johnny didn't make a single move to help him take his clothes off, watching him struggle to do it without bumping into Soap, shuffling out of his pants while blushing widely. Once the pants were off, he went to do the same with his panties, only to moan when Soap decided to 'help' by kissing each inch of his groin as it was revealed with the movement. Still, he made it, the garment falling onto the pants already here, Johnny snatching them and stashing them in his pocket with a look full of mischief and lust.
He kept kissing Simon's cock, leaving it in saliva and playing with the piercing at his tip, pulling on it with his teeth, making him moan and whine loudly, making Soap smile against the twitching shaft and keep teasing him slowly, stopping each time the Lieutenant was getting close. making him beg even more, getting the Scot harder than steal in his pants.

"Careful, doll, ye're getting loud. Ye know we can't have that."
"Johnny, please, stop teasing. I don't care about the noise!"
"That's so? And what if someone was close, hm? Would ye still keep going?"
"Yes! Yes, I would. Please, come on."

Johnny hummed at this and decided to let his lover have a bit of relief, taking his cock in his mouth, making him even louder. He would lie if he said that wasn't getting to him, how vocal Ghost was under pleasure and how sensitive he was, making him drop a hand to his own cock and pulling it out of his underwear to start jerking off. He had just taken all of Ghost in his mouth, letting him hit the back of his throat, when they heard it: voices.
There were several of them, at least four, with two of them sounding slurred, the soldiers clearly drunk. Simon clasped a hand on his mouth to keep his noises while Johnny kept him in his mouth, eyes crinkling with deviltry when he felt how his lover's dick throbbed in his mouth at the idea of getting caught. The soldiers were evidently coming closer from the sound of it, their steps now audible too, and Soap could only think of how prettily Ghost had said that he would keep going even if someone was there, doing anything to cum.
Pulling away until only the tip of his cock was in his mouth, Johnny looked at Simon for a bit, question clear in his eyes, still needing the man's consent before continuing, and he was more than pleased by the fast nods he received in answer. Before he could go back to it, however, he was stopped by the man once more.

"I can't keep quiet, I need something to muffle the sounds, like my mask."
"Nae, we can't risk yer mask. What if ye need it to walk back?"
"Johnny, I can't be discreet right now, you know that."
"Didn't say I would let ye like that, did I?"

With an absurdly proud smile, Soap found the crumbled panties in his jeans pocket and got up to kiss Simon deeply before stuffing the panties in his mouth, patting his cheek while cooing at him, and getting back on his knees to swallow him down. This made Ghost arch his back, eyes rolling in his head, and hips buckling forward. His moan was muffled enough for Johnny to double his efforts without worrying about them getting caught, only focusing on how well Ghost's cock filled his throat, how good it felt to have that weight on his tongue. Closing his eyes, he took it as deep as it could go, sucking harshly to make the man whimper, the soldiers' slurred conversation as background noise while he used every trick to make Simon cum, aching to feel him shoot in his mouth.
He didn't slow down or let Simon have a break before he was orgasming and coating Soap's throat in cum, and even then, he brought him into overstimulation while he finished himself, white streaks landing on his hand and between Ghost's legs, a clear sign of what had just happened. Unfortunately, as much as the panties were a gag, they weren't made for this, and some noises came through, alerting the group of passersby and making them want to investigate. Springing up, Soap took the panties out of Simon's mouth before kissing him, both men dressing up as quickly as they could before going to hide behind the closest wall to their smoking spot.

Breathing quickly and their legs feeling weak, the two men were waiting for the group of soldiers to get back to their barracks, hiding behind a wall as if they weren't members of the SAS but naughty children. This made them both snort and try to contain their laughter, the situation too funny not to. With some curses and other bouts of laughter, they made their way back to their own barracks once the soldiers had moved on, Ghost pulling Soap in his room so they could finish the night cuddled together.
If the day after that, they heard soldiers speak about earing moans and being sure that 'there was a bunny lass somewhere on base' then no one had to know that was why Soap spat his water and Ghost choked slightly on his.

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"Ye're doing good, Lt? Got wounded during yer last mission?"
"I'm good, Soap, don't worry."
"You're sure? I know you don't like the medbay, but Soap and e could help if you need it, Ghost."
"Alright, stop talking about it, I'm good. But thanks, Garrick."

Both sergeants hummed at that, still looking a bit worryingly at their superior, who had obviously flinched when he sat down, hand shooting to his thigh as if wanting to shield a wound. They didn't ask more, however, knowing when to drop a subject before it could annoy the Lieutenant too much. That didn't mean they stopped thinking about it or didn't gasp loudly when Captain Price patted Ghost's thigh before getting up an hour later, making the man groan lightly.

"Alright there, son?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. Come to my office, will you? We need to see what we're about to do for the next recruit training."

The two sergeants winced at the idea of planning that specific training, knowing full well that it was supposed to test the newbies and make the difference between those who would become SAS and those who would need to go to another base after their training. To do so while hurt? That would be torture, and so the two younger members of the 141 decided they would do something nice for their Lieutenant, like going to buy more tea and his favorite treats before the end of this meeting. They could also bake something and bring it to the two older men later on, to cheer them up?
Watching Ghost go wash his tea cup before following Price, head low and hands hidden in his hoodie. And sure, Ghost was hiding his tell, but not for the reason the two were thinking: He knew that there wasn't a chance in hell that his bulge wasn't showing through his fatigues, the constant pressure of them on the bite marks painting his thighs making him hornier than ever. Price was, obviously, well aware of this since he was the one to put them there in the first place, and if his gaze was anything to go by, it wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility for him to leave even more of them once they were in the office.

He was right, of course, and as soon as they crossed the door together, Price pulled him forward by the hips and kissed his head through his balaclava, keeping him in a hug for a bit, thumb tracing circles on his skin before suddenly pushing on the marks there, making Ghost moan and paw at his chest, pushing him away enough so he could pull off his mask and get a real kiss from Price.

"Look at you, Simon, keeping our boys safe and coming back to me alive. God, you're so perfect for me, love."
"John-"
"And doing it while wearing my marks, like the perfect boy that you are. Come on, show me how pretty they look on you and let me reward you, baby."

Nodding, Ghost leaned forward for another kiss, and then another, and another before starting to undress, showing rows of love bites, bruises, and dark teeth marks on his neck, around his nipples, near his Adonis belt, and in the inside of his thighs. His skin was clearly Price's canvas, and the man made good work of it, painting his love on him with his mouth and fingers, worshipping Ghost like he deserved. Looking at him now, the Captain took it all in, dick twitching at the sight and a hunger taking him, the need to show Simon how loved he was stronger than anything.
As soon as the last of the Lieutenant's clothes are off, carefully folded and deposited on the desk, Price is on him, letting his hands roam on his skin and showering him in praises, caressing him with the softest touch only interrupted by the moments he pressed on the healing bruises to make them sting, making his boy moan softly and move even closer, if at all possible. They were flushed together, kissing and nuzzling, Simon grinding against Price's clothed body while the older man dakened his previous marks and let some new ones in his trial.

"I've missed you. I want to touch you."
"I've missed you, too, love. Come on, I'm all yours, do whatever you want, as long as you let me make you feel good."

Humming, Ghost started to undress his Captain, taking care to pleat his clothing and let his fingers brush against him with each movement, dragging them from his chest to his thighs when he got to his knees, opening the man's fly slowly, feeling the bulge under his hands and kissing it, mouthing at it before bringing the fatigues down while looking at Price with his big doe eyes. John was obviously affected, watching him with eyes full of lust and love, hands coming down to his hair, combing through the soft strands.
This made Ghost's eyes flutter shut, and he discarded John's pants and underwear, burying his head in the crease between thigh and groin, sucking marks of his own there and biting in a reciprocation of what the Captain did to him before. The mark was dark against his skin, and the simple idea of Simon wanting to claim him as much as he wanted to reciprocate was making him throb and his fingers clench hard, making the Lieutenant moan again.

"You should get up before starting anything, baby, or this will be hell on your knees. Come to the sofa and you can keep going for as long as you want."
"Hm, but I want to suk you off, please. The sofa's not wide enough for me to kneel between your legs without it being uncomfortable for you."
"Then just sit on my face and bend over."

The proposition made Simon's eyes widen, and he eagerly got up, to Price's satisfaction, and followed the man to the couch in the corner, letting him lie there and beckon him forward, eyes roaming on his body, making desire pool low in his stomach. Getting pulled by the hips, Ghost straddled his Captain's face and immediately shouted at the harsh bite on his ass cheek, before moaning and letting himself fall forward. The older man didn't wait a single second before sucking at the blonde's rim, eating him like a starved man.
The groans of pleasure he let out, as if he was the one getting rimmed, made Simon's cock twitch, and he decided to do his part in an attempt to keep his moans inside, figuring that, with Price's girth, the sound would be muffled enough. Unfortunately for him, Price knew exactly how to touch him to make him lose his control, one hand gripping the bite marks on his inner thigh while the second joined his tongue and started stretching him, saliva acting as lube for now while he cried on Price's cock.

It started with a single finger next to the man's tongue while his other hand moved to his balls, playing with them while he added more fingers, scisoring them and pushing against his prostate relentlessly. The flow of praises flowing for the man when his tongue wasn't buried in his lover's ass was making it even harder for Ghost to focus on the blowjob he was giving, letting him sucking and leaving his tongue around the hard length without any fitness, trying not to cum so quickly.

"God, Simon, you're so perfect like this, so good for me, my beautiful boy. I can feel you clenching around me, baby, so eager to have me inside, hm? I want you to cum before that, alright? You've made me feel too good for me to last long. Now, come on, keep drooling on my cock while you take your pleasure for me, love. Show me how good I feel inside you."

This was too much for Ghost, the fingers keeping him open wide while Price's knuckles pressed at his perineum, stimulating him from both the inside and the outside, making his stomach tense, and his pleasure exploded. Letting the Captain's cock slip out of his mouth, he keened loudly, pushing his hips back onto those devil fingers, putting even more pressure on his prostate while riding his orgasm, panting against Price's dick, calling for him.

"John! Fuck, John-Ah!"
"That's it, love, cry for me. Let me hear you, taking it so good, so gorgeous for me."
"Please, need you"
"I know, Simon, I know. Want me to mark you even more, hm?"

Manhandling Ghost to help him shuffle forward, Price sat back, bringing the man to his lap and making him straddle him in a reverse cowgirl position, guiding his saliva-coated cock to the Lieutenant's hole and pulling him downward, impaling him in it in one swift movement. Simon arched his back as the sensation of fullness inside him, whining and panting. The Captain's hands moved him up and down, setting the pace before Ghost's legs could take over. This didn't mean that the hands left, gripping even harder and forcing him to take the hard, deep thrusts without slowing down. It made him start sobbing, clenching down repeatedly, and earning him even more praise.

"You're so tight around me, my love, so sweet sobbing while riding me. I'm one really lucky man for you to be mine. Fuck, will you let me cum inside you, sweetheart? Let me claim you once more?"
"Yes! Yes, fuck, do it, John, please!"

Simon clenched harshly against Price, grinding his hips while he was deep in him, making the man's last thread of control snap. The Captain pulled Ghost to him, biting his neck and shooting ropes of cum inside him, teeth clamped hard around his mouthful, making his lover sob even harder and orgasm once more from all the sensation combined.
When Price let go, he kissed the wound softly, as if to apologize for the violence of it, only for Ghost to tilt his head, giving him even more space to cover, which he did happily. It was in those moments that he was glad for Ghost's mask, even though he loved his face and couldn't help but tell him how beautiful it was every time he saw it, like today. After a bit, Simon started to move, pushing on his legs to make the cock inside him slip out, moaning with the movement and relying on Price to help him move more than that.

With a bit of shuffling, the blonde was now lying on Price, head tucked in his neck, leaving little kisses there and enjoying the contact. They were both bathing in the afterglow when someone knocked at the door and opened it immediately after, not waiting for an answer.

"Lt, Captain, we got ye- Ò dhìol! My eyes!"
"Oh for fuck's sake, MacTavish-"
"Johnny-"

Before the two could explain anything or even hide themselves, Soap was out of the door again, cackling like mad while telling Gaz quite loudly that 'the cake got creamed alright, no need for more ' making Ghost grunt and thump his head against the armrest while Price snorted. Sighing, they both cleaned up and got clothed before exiting the office, going after their Sergeant, only to find him waiting for them with Gaz at his side, an enormous, ugly cake in front of them.
Thankfully, except for a couple of jokes, the sergeants didn't comment on what just happened, only telling them they baked something for them and coyly telling them that they were happy for them. As ugly as the thing was, the attention was sweet enough for the cake to taste better than any other before.

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A muffled noise made Lieutenant Ghost look up from his report, glance landing on his squirming Sergeant, kneeling, back straight and hands behind his back, looking at his superior with pleading eyes. He was quiet, for once in his life, but that had nothing to do with a surprising reassessment of himself or the fear of punishment; no, it was all thanks to the gag in his mouth.
The Lieutenant had gotten tired of him asking stupid questions, going from 'who are ye reporting to?' to 'do ye ken how many species of cow there are out here?', passing by jokes about England, C4, Price's cigars, and every single topic he could find to try and get a crumb of attention on him. After a whole hour of this and three demands to shut up, Ghost had cracked and given him what he wanted, discarding his work for him. Unfortunately for Johnny, it didn't go like he thought it would.

"Alright, brat. You want my attention, you have it. What is it?"
"Don't know what ye're talking about, Lt."
"No? Then why are you running your mouth, Johnny?"
"Am not! It's not my fault ye ant me so much that ye can't concentrate, Sir."

Humming, Ghost called him closer, letting him happily trot to him and slide on his lap with a smug smile, looking like the cat who got the cream until the Lieutenant grabbed his jaw and tilted his head until they were watching into each other's eyes. The hand gripping his jaw wasn't gentle in any way, and Ghost didn't look like he was about to indulge him for a second.

"You're far too confident for my liking. Do you really think you could distract me by just standing here?"
"Course I can, or I wouldnae be here."
"So you think this has nothing to do with you running your mouth until I'm too annoyed to ignore you?"
"Psht! I could have yer attention and yer hands on me without a word and ye know it"
"Want to bet on it, Johnny?
"Aye, and when I win, when ye reach fer me, I want ye te admit how much ye want me, big guy."
"Sure, and what do I get if I win, then?"
"Anything ye want."

With a hum, Ghost accepted the "challenge" while reminding the Scot how the safewords could be communicated without talking since he had agreed to stay silent for this game. Simon had decided to take said silence to the next level, knowing that Johnny couldn't help but make noises, and so he had bargained with him to wear a gag if he was so sure he would win this. He had, of course, accepted, and that was how he found himself in this situation.

It had been two and a half hours since the bet was made, and Ghost had finished his writing twenty minutes ago, spending them looking at his sergeant furtively, watching him squirm in place and get hard from the situation. He had always loved it when his partner was mean to him, had blushed like mad when he told him he wanted to be used like an object, with no regard for his pleasure whatsoever.
Still, the man was still prideful and wouldn't lose a bet so easily, and so the Lieutenant was more than happy to let him steam some more. He wasn't immmune to his look of heplessles, however, and he had never been happier for Johnny's phrasing of things: the man told him that he would lose if he "reached for him", which meant that he was free to do whatever else he wanted as long as he didn't touch his pretty boy, right?

Pushing the file he had finished farther on the desk, making sure to make noise while doing so, Ghost dropped a hand to his belt and undid it, making another muffled moan come from Johnny and be ignored, while the Lieutenant kept undressing, opening his fly and lowering his fatigues only enough to get his cock out. Soap was watching avidly, and his hands had left their position at his back to put pressure on his straining prick, but not going any further, knowing he hadn't been given permission to.
Rolling the mask to his nose, Ghost spat in his hand and lubed himself with it, lowering the harsh glide of his fist on his cock, making it more enjoyable as well as making it noisier. As much as he wanted to take his pleasure, he wasn't about to ignore his sergeant entirely, and decided to throw back some of that lip he got earlier, knowing full well that Johnny wouldn't abandon so soon in the game.

"What is it, brat? I can hear you making noise, does that mean you're getting out of our bet already? No? Then why are you moaning like that? Looks like you're gaging for my attention and can't help but be noisy about it."

Speeding the movement of his fingers around his cock, Ghost smiled meanly at Johnny, watching his hips grind down to the floor and up against his hand, only for him to try to stop before it gets too much. His eyes were half-lidded, his panting could be heard even with his gag on, lips stretched around it, and cheeks red with a pretty blush, showing how much he was affected by their little game.
Simon was loud, the clear opposite of Johnny, mostly to watch him struggle against his desire to come touch him, and replaced Ghost's hands with his, and it was obviously working. With a wet stain on his fatigues, Soap shuffled a bit closer to his superior, not by much, not enough to lose the bet, but still enough for the Lieutenant to click his tongue and stop his movement on an upthrust, playing with his tip instead of bringing his fist down again.

"Moving already? Is this too much for you, brat? I don't remember allowing you to move for anything else than admitting defeat or safewording, but here you are, getting greedy. Maybe I should punish you for this, hm? Leave you like this for the whole evening to teach you to behave."

A gargled moan and pleading look was his only answer. Soap moved his legs to show the wetness at his bulge, showing how needy he was and trying to entice Ghost closer, getting nothing but another hum and the erotic sight of his Lieutenant going back to jerking himself as if he was nothing but a prop in the room. Johnny started making even more sounds, then his breathing became quicker than earlier, and his cock was throbbing in his pants, making him rethink the bet he had made. Surely Simon would prefer to fuck him instead of his hand? He would have to move to do this, maybe even take the gag out to slide down his throat directly?
Those thoughts made him groan, eyes following the motion of Ghost's clever fingers along his shaft, following the vein on the underside and playing with his frenulum before his thumb slid on the red head of his cock, spreading the beads of precum and making his dick wet with it. The moan the bigger man let out when he squeezed his balls with his other hand was enough to break Johnny's resolve and make him crack, getting him to move and crawl to him.

He wasn't even entirely settled between Ghost thighs that the man was already clicking his tongue and watching him with a gaze full of judgment, the hand previously on his sack going to pull on Johnny's mowhawks, tugging his head backward once more and leaving him in this position for a bit so he could watch him struggle to swallow form the angle and the toy in his mouth. Not once did he stop the movement of his other hand, though, and Soap was conflicted between looking at his eyes or the shiny length so close to him.
The Lieutenant took the decision for him, tugging once more on his hair, making pricks of pain run along his spine and his gaze shoot up to meet his.

"Well, look at you, now. Didn't even make it a whole three hours. If this had been training, you would have been sent home already, lasting less than the privates. Is that really all you can do, Sergeant? I taught you better. But you said I could have anything if I win, hm? Then that's what's going to happen: you're going to learn not to disturb me while I work again and stay just like this while I finish all over your face. I don't want to hear a single noise from you, or you'll keep the gag until you can't feel your jaw anymore. Is that clear?"

Johnny nodded, knowing better than to take those threats lightly, and clamped his teeth around the gag, going back into a proper kneeling position, head tilted towards Simon and hands in his back once more, watching him recline further in his chair and give him a perfect view of both his cock and his face. Saliva was pooling in his mouth from his desire and the sheer need to take him, but he stayed still, listening to the loud noise of his fist moving and the groans it brought to Ghost, making him want to beg for more.
It was clear he was getting closer, balls tightening and breathing shifting, making Johnny focused on his face, eager to see how gorgeous he was while cuming, when he was startled by a heavy foot settling against his cock. His first instinct was to buckle his hips, to seek the pressure and relish in it, but he had been ordered to stay still, and so he did, as hard as it was, only to be rewarded for it.

"See, you can obey orders when you want it, brat. Tell you what, if you can stay still, silent, and not make a mess of your pants before I finish, I'll give you a reward. Do you want that?"

The eager nod he was given in answer was enough for Ghost, and so he put more pressure on Johnny's cock, moving his boot so it was going all the way from tip to scrotum, teasing balls, perineum, and dick all together, making tears gather at the sergeant's waterline from the force needed to keep his pleasure at bay. The hand in his hair didn't relax its grip, making him even more aware of how much control Ghost had over him right now, making some pre splurt from his slit, and making him pray that he could keep it in until Simon came.
Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long, a loud moan resonating in the room at the same time as something wet landed on Soap's cheek, quickly followed by more streaks of cum, Simon milking his cock for every drop of it and letting it coat his sergeant's face in an undeniable mark of his claim on him, of what Johnny would allow him to do to him. Lips still parted and breaths quick, Ghost let out a grunted 'fuck' before grinding his boot once more on Soap's dick before talking again.

"Look at you, brat, you're so pretty when you follow the rules. Time for your rewards now, hm? Since you did so good. I want you back to your tasks in five minutes. As long as you stay silent, you can use that time to make yourself cum. Go on."

Permission given, Soap moved his hips up to grind against the Lieutenant's boot, humping it as well as he could while trying to control the noises he was making, looking at Simon through his eyelashes and drinking the sight of his cock still out, going soft after his orgasm but still enough for him to imagine how it would feel in his mouth instead of the gag. Sucking on it, he let his fantasy play behind his eyes while doubling his efforts and enjoying the pressure on his clothed length.
It didn't take long for him to cum, the sight, coupled with the stimulation and the humiliation of the situation, was enough to make his eyes roll back in his head and his orgasm crash over him. He was too high to keep his moan in, but the gag did a good job of muffling it. The sudden release was so much on his senses that his hands shot forward, gripping Simon's leg and he let his head fall forward, thumping against the man's knee. The hand on his hair patted him softly, and after a bit, he heard Ghost's low voice.

"Didn't even use your hands to make yourself cum, hm? Humping my boot like a mut in rut, as if it was the best thing ever. Now, come on, head up so I can get this out."

A tap of fingers against the gag's harness was enough to make him follow the command. The lieutenant took the gag out, fingers slowly pressing on his lips afterward, caressing them softly before his hand cupped his cheek and brought him forward again, letting him cushion his face on his thigh and relish in the proximity he always craved after a scene. Ghost got his cock back in his underwear but didn't move more than that, petting Johnny's hair while the man stayed there, lax and compliant, eyes closed.
He didn't know how much time passed, but there was a tug on his hair, making him groan and open his eyes again, only for Ghost to sushed him and caress his cheek, asking him to lift his head for just a second, cleaning it with a wet wipe andbefore letting him go back to his thigh, waiting for him to come back to himself in his own times before kissing him and praising him for how good he did.

They both knew Soap would go back to badgering him at work to have his attention soon enough, earning him a rough fuck or a scene like this for his efforts, but for now, they both enjoyed the calm, feeling satiated and loved.

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Executionner was not a role one took lightly, even less so when you were the Royal Executionner. König was aware of that; he was feared by most, may it be for his bulging figure, the hood on his head, or his role as the King's chosen torturer, but he wouldn't trade it for the world. One of the reasons why he wouldn't change his life for anything was the peculiar relationship he had ended up in thanks to his job: a couple of years from now, he had met the different knights under the King's orders, particularly his most loyal and closest men, the Order of Holy Death. It was intimidating, but he had easily been welcomed into their ranks and had started a strong friendship with them.

Until he stumbled upon one of those knights, the leader of the Order, Ghost, bent over the Great Chamber's table while the King thrusted harshly inside him, calling him by a slew of pretty names seeming unsuited for such a strong figure. The knight didn't even raise his head at the interruption, moaning into his arms as he was getting pounded into the table, while King Price looked him dead in the eyes and smiled widely, fixing him and daring him to back out, and making him watch as he lay with the most dangerous man of the whole country, König included.
Just before he finished, he pulled the knight to his chest, making him bow his back and exposing his naked body, as well as making him look at the executioner directly. The king started spewing filth about having his 'pretty darling' so exposed in front of someone else, someone who knew his way around pain and could give him exactly what he needed if he so chose to join in. He murmured about punishments and rewards, about whips and hot iron, about chastity belts and cock sucking, making Ghost moan and cum right there in front of König.

It wasn't until later that the executioner learned that the two were a couple, had been for years, and had experimented with many things to spice their sex life, both enjoying pain with their pleasure in different ways. One of the things that they liked was to add people to their encounters, which was something König found himself doing more often than he thought he would, slowly going from 'additional sex partner' to 'emotionally involved partner'. This meant that sometimes, Ghost would just come to him, drink tea, and wish him a good day before kissing him and walking away.
It meant having him come cuddle in his bed after a long battle, having him bring food to him when he 'didn't see him in the banquet hall'. Most importantly, it meant spoiling him rotten by planning the most unhinged scenarios with the King to make sure the Knight would live his fantasy to their fullest and make him pass out with pleasure. Today was one of these days when their plan was being set in motion.

After a whole week without seeing him, Ghost had been sent to the pillory by his King, and he was shocked to learn that it wasn't a joke but a real punishment, the Royal Executioner coming to get him and leading him to the dungeon. He followed with wide eyes and a pout, hidden behind his mask, while he questioned what he did to deserve this. König didn't explain anything, making him take off his armure and underclothes, watching him intently while he got naked, eyes lit with hunger, before he ordered him to lean forward to get shackled into the pillory. He let him stay in this position without touching him in any form for only a couple of minutes, watching him silently before moving out of his line of sight and coming back with a flogger.

"The King ordered 30 lashes for you, ritter (*knight*)"
"Why would he-"
"The only noise you need to make during your punishment is the counting of the lashes."
"What even- Ah!"

Before Ghost could ask any more questions, the flagger made contact with the skin of his thighs, clacking on both legs and making him grunt loudly, only for another impact to come. The fact that his punishment took place in the dungeon and not in public, as well as the placement of the lashes, made the knight quickly pick up on the erotism of the situation, and the bulge he could see in König's trousers made it clear where this was all heading.
The knowledge made him relax and arch his back a bit more, making it easier for the executioner to target his inner thighs and to bring even more pleasure to the surface. They hadn't breached the ten strike line before the knight was hard, and he sounded breathier each time he had to count the hits. König delivered the ninth blow, making him whimper and moan the number before he shouted an unexpected mewl as the hooded man grabbed one ass cheek and pulled it to the side, exposing him in a way that immediately made him blush and shiver.

"The King didn't specify where you were supposed to get floggered, but I'm sure he won't mind if I divert a bit and make you red all over. After all, he did say to get you ready."
"Ah, please, Kö-"
"Use my title if you want to beg, knight, or you'll do nothing more than increase your sentence."
"Scharfrichter, please! (*Executioner*)"

Humming, König let his gaze caress Ghost's body, taking in the sight of muscular, reddened thighs, round ass on display, and pretty brand just up from it, marking him in the prettiest way as the King's. The mark was on his lower back, a beautiful motif clearly referencing the King's blason, now shining with sweat as the knight was forced to stay still and take the pain and pleasure in the strikes.
Wanting to see another type of mark paint the pretty knight's skin, König brought the flogger down right on his hole, some of the tails licking his cheeks with fire, making him scream sharply before shooting a tense 'ten!' and trying to close his legs, as if the movement would be allowed. Tutting, König administered three more strikes in quick succession, making the sensation too much for Ghost and tearing an orgasm from him. He still counted, the numbers half moaned, half sobbed, but still given, to the executioner's pleasure.

"How messed up must you be to get off on your punishment, schön ritter? (*pretty knight*) I understand why the King sent you to me if you can't even control yourself. You should be thankful for my help, imagine how embarrassing it would be for you to get lost to pleasure at an enemy's hand, hm?"
"Yes, yes, thank you, Scharfrichter, thank you."
"Politness won't save you from your punishment, Knight. Spread those legs for me."

With no other choice than to listen, Ghost did what he was told, eager to see what the executioner would do now, only to receive two more lashes, one on each cheek, before the flogger was put down and something entirely different was picked up, making the knight's eyes widen. He started to tremble in his restraints at the sight of the implement König had just picked up, only for him to come stand in front of him and slap him lightly, telling him to 'open up' and burying the small pear of anguish in his mouth.
They both know he could take it, especially when it was closed like this, and King Price had talked about using it to open him up before, oftentimes doing so while deep inside him to rile him up even more, but he didn't though the two men would make that specific idea come true. Moaning around the metal, Ghost sucked on it greedily, eyes half lidded, looking at his tormentor through blonde eyelashes, watching lust burn in his eyes while he made sure the implement was coated in saliva, thrusting it in and out of the knight's mouth a couple of times before letting it out entirely with a depraved pop sound.

He made his way to the knight's backside and, unknown to him, coated the pear in oil to make the slide easier, covering two fingers with the mess and thrusting them in the man's puffy hole without an ounce of hesitation. It was clear that the man had been taken previously, rim stretching easily around the intrusion and, to König's surprise and indeniable pleasure, cum still present inside him, wetting his velvety walls. This made the executioner groan under his breath, cock hard as steel and leaking in his underclothes while he scissored his fingers and soon replaced them with the dripping pear in his hand.
Ghost moaned and arched his back, legs trembling at the metal sliding inside him, approximately the size of three of König's big fingers while close, and quickly extending to four when the man turned the key two times, widening the plates and keeping him stretched on it. König's hands were petting his ass, gentle against the hot skin, before they disappeared entirely once the knight had settled down a bit.

The noise of him searching for something on his easel was making Ghost try to crank his head to the side, movement stopped by the solid wood of the pillory, forcing him to stay still and to wait to see what the man had in store for him after this. When he came back to him, he had a crop in his hands, and didn't hesitate to let the flat of it skim his prisoner's body, making the knight shiver in anticipation and clench down around the metal in him.
This made pleasure shoot inside him again, the device pushing constantly against his prostate, making him whine heavily, only for König to tut and grab his jaw, catching his gaze and keeping it trapped in his, making sure to convey his own desire before talking again.

"I remember telling you the King asked for 30 lashes, did I not? You're still far from it, Ghost. Fortunately for you, I'm in a generous mood and don't want to split your pretty skin today, so I won't touch your ass again. Here, however… It would look so much better bright red from my crop, hm?"

The head of his crop had stop milimeters away from Ghost's groin, resting right next to to the base of his cock, making him try to beg once more, only to earn himself a first blow to his shaft, making him cry out and plead for him to find another spot, only for a sharp order to 'count' to be his only answer. Five more sharp blows followed in the same manner before the punisher circled him and turned the pear's key some more, making the knight sob with pleasure, another orgasm already mounting inside him, making everything seem so sensitive.
König next blow came from behind, targeting his sack and making tears fall from his eyes, gliding on his reddened cheeks as purts of pre gushed from him. He was about to try and beg again when steps echoed from the dungeon's stairs, making him tense and clench some more around the pear, sending sharp pleasure through him. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he didn't even try to open them when the steps drew closer, dipping his head to hide as much as he could in this position.

"Well, well, I see he's taking his punishment without too much fuss. I was almost waiting to see him trashing around his bounds."
"He did at first, but he stopped as soon as his greedy hole got filled. Too much of a whore to resist much after that. He came from the strikes alone, and now that he's full, he's got hard again. He's only in the middle of his lashing, too."
"Hm, I got there in time then. Show me how good he looks making a mess of himself from nothing but pain."
"Of course, your Majesty."

With a bow of his head, König cranked the key once more and started to make impacts rained on the knight balls and shaft until the 30 strikes had been delivered, making him scream and cum once more, squirts of white painting the floor while he moaned and drool at the sharp sensations coursing through him, making it hard to focus on anything else than his sensitive cock and the feeling of fullness inside him.

"Look at that, cuming like a damn fountain. So beautiful like this, aren't you, darling?"

When Ghost only moaned, gaze hazzy from the pleasure, the King slapped him to make him focus again, asking him once more and receiving a slurred 'Yes, Sir' in answer. Pleased with this, Price asked König to turn the key again, 'as a reward', making another spray of cum splatter on the floor with the puddle already here. Both men groaned at the sight while Ghost lost himself to the sensations, babbling for more and less at the same time.
When hands landed softly on his face, the knight cracked his eyes open, only to see his King, his lover, look at him with nothing but hunger and lust in his eyes, König's hands petting his flanks languidly too, making him feel safer than ever.

"Still with us, Simon? You're good to keep doing, darling?"
"Please, ah, please, Sir, Scharfrichter."
"Good little knight, so polite. We're going to move you, now, and you're going to give us another orgasm, dove."
"Can't-"
"That's an order from your King, Ghost, not a demand."

Before he could understand what was happening, the pear was yanked from inside him, making him moan some more, before he whined at the feeling of emptiness, only to be shushed and released from the pillory, body sagging in König's arms. He was then manhandled to follow the executioner's movement, the man sitting on the edge of a rack, legs wide, and impressive length out, only for Ghost to be pushed down, impaled on said length in seconds.
He cried, hole clenching, cheeks hurting from the previous blows, and thighs immediately grabbed and lifted until he was practically folded in two, kept in place by König's strong hands and nothing else. Watching with wide eyes, Ghost saw the king pull his girthy cock out of his trousers, not even bothering to get rid of them before he was walking toward them, jerking himself slowly with some oil before stilling between the executioner's legs. His eyes found Ghost's, and he smiled wickedly before moving forward and slotting his cock right beside König's.

"Sir, it won't fit. Won't-"
"Of course it will, darling, that's what you were so soughtfully prepped."
"That pear was perfect for this, Geliebter. (*loved one*)"

Before he could say anything else, Price guided his cock forward, pushing until the head popped inside, making the three of them moan, and thrusting forward to get another inch in. Ghost clenched furiously around them, moaning like a true whore, while König tightened his grip on the knight's legs and Price started to thrust back and forth, feeding inch after inch of his cock inside his precious knight, going until he was buried to the root, balls knocking into König's, making the big man's breath hitch from the sensation.
Grunting, the King started to move, encouraging König to do the same, Ghost's cock straining against his stomach from the pressure inside. him and making him babble pleas for just a bit more, a bit of friction, anything to make him cum again. Smiling at the unholy sight in front of him, Price complied, fingers brushing against Ghost's cock before continuing higher until they could pinch his nipples, making him arch his back as best as he could and clench down, his struggling rim tightening as much as it could with the two men fucking into him.

"See? You took us so well, ove. The perfect boy for us. So precious, my darling. I could truly consider keeping you as my concubine and never send you to war again with how good you are."
"So tight around us, Simon, like you were meant for this. Come on, cum once more, show us how filthy you get when you can't think about anything but us inside."
"Milk our cocks, darling, let us mark you from inside out."

This was too much for Ghost, and his whole body tensed with pleasure as another orgasm was torn from him, his cock jerking and a pitiful amount of cum drooling from it as he had already shot most of it earlier. It was enough, however, to make the two men inside him groan and double their efforts to chase their own end, the press of their cocks together making it a quick affair, the constant pressure of both Simon's walls and each other's shaft bringing their pleasure higher than ever and making them paint the knight's inside with their cum.
Heavy breathing was the only noise in the dungeon for a bit before Ghost grunted as König slowly let go of his legs, guiding them back down, and Price slid out, hands wrapping around his knight to lift him off the executioner's cock and taking his weight while hugging him. The blonde buried his head in the King's neck and stayed there before König came behind him and scooped him in his arms, Price's own coming to rest around his waist, while they moved toward the bed in the room next to the dungeon and laid him there. After a quick cleaning and many kisses, the three of them settled there, Ghost sandwiched between the two, and quickly fell asleep.

The two other men smiled at that, watching how relaxed he looked in his sleep and talking quietly of how much he needed this after the week he had, congratulating themselves for this scene and already planning how to spoil him rotten when he would wake up, food already having been ordered with the cooks and salt bath having been brought from Spain just for the lovely man in their arms.

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"Absolutely not."
"Please, Lt., we need ye. He will kill us otherwise."
"Come on, Ghost, please. Think about it as an early birthday gift for the Captain."
"Right, because I would be the gift in that situation, too."
"Nae, dannea take it like that. It's just that yer ass is a gift from God, just like the rest of yer body.
"Exactly! You'll look so pretty in it that it's impossible for him to be angry afterward."
"Uh-uh. And you're going to tell me that you have a set somewhere in my size by pure chance and that was not a plan of yours for some time now."

Twin gaze, absolutely devoid of remorse, were fixed on him, grins plastered on their faces, and suddenly, Soap pushed a bag into his hands while Gaz nodded at him with a sage expression, making Ghost pinch his nose through his balaclava and sigh deeply. They all know he was about to do it, because he would rather get fucked stupid than listen to their Captain scream at the sergeants while Ghost was made to wait at their side before he could rely on the finest point of the mission to help him write his report without getting the whole team sacked.
Taking the bag from his hands, he pecked inside before looking back at the sergeants with a deadpan expression. From what little he could see, the two men in front of him had decided that it would be good to put their Lieutenant in black lace before sending him to Price. When they said they wanted him in panties to distract the Captain, he thought that meant they found a thong in his size and decided it would be enough, not a whole ass lingerie ensemble of all things.

Going by the excited look in their eyes, they were quite proud of them and eager to see him try this, which made him rethink this whole plan before Gaz started speaking again.

"Please, Lieutenant, that would look so good on you. We made sure to choose the prettiest set with you in mind. It would be such a waste not to wear it."
"Aye, we spent so long looking for the perfect piece just for ye. Ye're going to be so bonnie in it, Lt., can't wait to see it."
"Ah. Because you don't only want me to play bait, you also want to watch me do it?"
"It would probably be safer for us not to go in there, but we will help you dress up!"
"Gonna doll ye up and be forever in yer debt."

Humming, he let the two eager sergeants marinate for a bit more before accepting, leading them to his room while he weighed the pros and cons of prepping himself with a plug or simply using his fingers. Deciding to play it safe, he let Gaz and Soap prep everything they had bought for him while he went to clean himself and prep thoughtfully, coming back after a while with nothing but a towel around his waist and a jewel-shaped plug inside him.
The duo was waiting excitedly, sitting on his bed, each with different products in hand, starting with a body lotion in Garrick's hands and a curl spray in Johnny's. He would complain, but the twin smiles were full of love, and he resigned himself to be their life-sized doll for today and let himself be pampered. Their hands were soft on him, and he let himself sink into the sensation and praises, trusting them with everything else. It wasn't until they were dressing him up that he took a look at what they chose for him, making him blush fiercely at the intricacy of it.

Not only did they buy him a revealing pair of panties, but they had also chosen a bustier synced at the waist and pushing his pecs up in what could practically be a pair of tits, looking plumped in the demi cup bra. Some parts of the bustier were in see-through black fabric, while the rest was in the finest lace he had ever seen, making him admire the delicacy of it before his eyes trailed to the bottom of the bustier, cut in an inverted V to reveal his pierced belly button and let the two straps frame his Adonis belt beautifully.
The clasps at the end of the straps made him turn toward Soap, only to find him with black garters in his hands, finishing the look. This was one hell of a set, and he couldn't help but wonder how much the two spent on it, keeping his mouth shut on the subject until he was completely dolled up, dressed, and groomed to the two's liking. Looking at them, he could only lift a brow when he saw that they were both hard and blushing under his gaze, a pout on their faces.

"Ye're the most gorgeous being I've ever seen, Lt."
"Black looks good on your skin, especially lace. I've half a mind to keep you to ourselves instead of sending you to the Captain."
"After all the trouble you went to find a way to redeem yourselves to him?"
"What trouble? Ye know we like dolling you up, especially if it means touching ye and watching ye go all mellow under our hands."

Fingers brushing the strap of the bustier, Gaz hummed, head pressed against his neck, Johnny letting his own hands caress his skin and slowly trace the edge of the panties before cupping his cock through it, making Ghost bat his hand away with a single grumble of 'not getting him hard before he could even plead their case', Johnny grunting but agreeing with that statement.
With a last kiss from the two sergeants, Ghost pulled a pair of fatigues and a large shirt on before making his way to Price's office, getting two cups of tea on the way to butter him up a bit before exposing their men's latest bright idea to cheer him up. Knocking and letting himself in, Ghost wasn't surprised to see the other man grumbling at his computer while taping something on it, probably the report he was so grumpy about. He didn't seem mad, though, and so the blonde decided to go to him.

"You're alright, Captain?"
"Sure, as good as I can be when I need to pick up behind those two."
"You know they didn't do it on purpose."
"Doesn't mean they couldn't have been armed. You know that."
"Hm, I do, but I also know they're afraid right now because they think you're disappointed in them. In us."
"I'm not."
"Yeah? Then why didn't you look up from that screen since I entered your office?"
"I did not- You're not wearing your mask."
"Uh-uh, and you would have seen it sooner if you paid attention. Come on, drink your tea, and then I'll tell you everything about their plan to come back in your good graces."

Price snorted ans Simon smiled at this small victory, offering him a cup before setting down against his desk, keeping the man's attention on him and making him forget about his duties as Captain for just a moment, watching him relax with this small bubble of time when nothing mattered outside of them, their presence close to one another, legs brushing together and eyes catching on the softness of the other's ecpression.
They stay silent for the duration of their tea, John focusing on the sensation of the warm liquid and Ghost by his side, watching how pretilly his curls fall around his forehead, pale blonde catching the light and calling for him to run his hands inside. The pink of the soldier's lips twitched upward as if he could hear his thoughts, and the Captain decided to talk about what Ghost was there for now that he was feeling calmer.

"So, what did the muppets have in mind to apologize?"
"Me."
"You?"
"Hm, yes. Me and the surprise they made me wear."
"I take it it isn't the shirt and fatigues?"
"No, those are the bow on the gift; you need to take it off to have your present."

Mirth was dancing in Simon's eyes, a smile gracing his face at how silly the whole thing was, even if he was sure it would be more than effective. Widening his legs, Price stretched his hand to call for Ghost, making him stand up and walk closer to him, stopping when he was between his thighs, waiting for the man's order. An amused humed and quiet 'Let's see it, then. Take it off.' was enough to make him move.
He started with the shirt, making a show of slowly lifting it and letting it fall on the floor, listening for the hitch in the Captain's breath and watching him take it all in before moving his hands to his fatigues, trailing his hands on the exposed lace before popping his button opened and making the fabric slide down his legs, stepping out of it and toeing his shoes off to stand in front of Price in nothing but the set of lingery.

"Surprise."
"They're responsible for this?"
"Chose it themselves and helped me get it in."
"Did they, now? And did they decide to play with you, too, or did they send you to me directly?"
"They didn't touch, but that doesn't mean I'm not ready for you."

Taking z sted closer, Simon straddled his Captain's lap, the man's hands immediately gripping his ass, letting him drag them from bare skin to the delicate fabric of the panties, pushing against them to touch his hole and meeting the plug nestled there. This made him groan, and Ghost pushed himself even closer to the man, arms encircling his shoulders, and smile still in place.

"Still mad at them, love?"
"Hard to be mad when I have such a stunning boy on my lap. That doesn't mean I won't punish them, though."
"Of course, but won't you enjoy your gift first? I'm right there."
"I'm going to do both at the same time, dove."

With a questioning sound, the Lieutenant was ready to try to bargain for him to have mercy on his sergeants when Price lifted him up and laid him on the desk, grinding against him with the movement before bending down and kissing him deeply, making his eyes flutter shut and any word vanish from his mind. They kept kissing for a while, Price's hands exploring the lingerie with interest, cupping his chest and praising how good it looked like this, letting one of his tits out to play with the nipple there, making Ghost moan against his lips.
He didn't stop the rutting of his hips, grinding them against his Lieutenant until they were both hard, the blonde's cock straining under the panties, making for quite the debauched sight. When Price finally stopped kissing him, it was to bite at his neck and collarbone, leaving marks on his wake before swiftly detaching himself from Ghost to fetch his phone in his back pocket, taking a picture of the lieutenant's upper body flushed pink and marked, and sending it to Gaz and Soap with a simple instruction to join them.

"You're so beautiful like this, sweetheart, but we need to wait for those two to join us, okay? Let them watch as I take you apart while they stand there and reflect on how important it is to follow orders."
"You're just going to make them watch?"
"Hm, absolute torture. They dolled you up and saw how pretty you are like this, will see you cry for me and come all over yourself in the most erotic show they had ever seen, but they will have to stay in position until the end of it."

Ghost was surprised at the choice of punishment, but he couldn't say he wouldn't enjoy their gazes on him while he got railed on that desk like they asked him to, without them receiving any attention. Nodding at Price and telling him as much, Simon dragged him back closer and kissed him again, waiting for their sergeants while enjoying the feeling of the Captain's beard under his hands and against his lips.
He didn't have to wait long before hurried knocks rang in the office, Price straightening and telling them to come on in, only for the two sergeants to hurry in and walk forwards, cut short by a sharp click of the Captain's tongue. Stopping their advance, they stood there, looking at the scene before them and waiting for Price to tell them what to do. The older man was mean enough to let them shuffle from one foot to the other in silence while continuing the slow grind against his Lieutenant's groin, making the blonde pant harder and paw at his chest.

"I saw your present, boys. Quite thoughtful of you. Never seen anything that pretty before."
"Aye, Sir, glad ye like it."
"We apologize for the last mission, Sir, so we thought it would be good to show you how sorry we are."
"Hm, and what a perfect way to do so. You should be thankful to have such a darling as your Lieutenant."
"We are, Sir. We're so grateful for him, would worship him if he ever asked."
"You would fuck him until he knows nothing else but pleasure, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, Sir, anytime."
"Aye, would let him do anything he wants."
"Good."

Gaze heavy on the two younger men, Price let one of his hands wander down Ghost's body, cupping his hard on and squeezing once, making him moan loudly, before taking a step backward to move his legs, hitching one of them on his shoulder and pushing the panties to the side, exposing the plug between his cheeks and putting him even more on display for the ravenous eyes of the sergeants.
Ghost was looking at him through his lashes, eyes half-lidded and shining with lust, moving his hips back against his hand to make him give him more. Price followed the unspoken demand without delay, knowing the blonde deserved a reward for going along with this plan and wanting more than anything to make him feel good. Eyes back on his partner, the Captain started playing with the toy in him, pushing and pulling it a couple of times to make it stretch his rim before grinding it back into his prostate.

He kept going until he saw movement in his peripheral vision, gaze immediately pinning Gaz, whose hand had moved to the bulge in his pants, before switching to Johnny, who had tentatively taken a step closer to them.

"What do you think you're doing, Sergeants? As much as I appreciate the lingery, it doesn't mean you're going to go unpunished. You will stay right where you are, hands behind your backs, and watch. If I see one of you try to touch himself or look elsewhere, you're going to train the rookies for a whole month, do you hear?"

Twin 'yes, sir' were heard before the Captain popped the plug out and immediately replaced it with his fingers, plunging three of them inside and scisoring them from the start, making Ghost's hands fly to his arm and sink his nails into it, eyes fluttering shut with pleasure. The reaction tore groans from the onlookers, but they didn't dare move or say anything else, watching avidly as Price targeted Simon's prostate until the blonde was moaning continuously.

"Fuck, John, please stop teasing me and fuck me."
"Of course, love, anything you want."

Sliding his fingers out, Price popped his fatigues opened and got his dick out, only using the lube on his fingers to wet himself before sliding inside Ghost in a single movement, making him arch his back and curse at the sudden feeling of being full. A muffled 'fuck' came from Gaz, accompanied by a groan from Johnny as they watched their Lieutenant's lace-clad body rocked on the desk, Price thrusting deeply inside him while kissing the leg on his shoulder, his free hand jerking Simon in time with his movements.
Between the sight, the sound of skin on skin, and the various moans and grunts, it was proving quite difficult for the sergeants to stay still, the two of them shuffling in place to try and alleviate the pressure of their pants on their hard-ons, cocks drooling in their underwear while they could only wish to be in Price's place. It was made even worse when Ghost's pleasure finally crested, making him cum all over the pretty lingerie and clench around the Captain's cock.

The older man kept going, causing Ghost to tip into overstimulation and his noises getting high-pitched, nails leaving red welts on the Captain's arms while he praised him. The blonde's head was thrown back, legs trembling and cock spasming with the constant stimulation, making tears swell up in his pretty brown eyes. By this point, Gaz and Soap were gripping each other's arms, standing so close to one another that you could have thought they were fused.
 
When the Captain sped up his thrust, changing the angle slightly by rearranging the Lieutenant's legs, it made the man shout loudly and cum again, tightening like mad with the shock of it so soon after his last orgasm, propulsing Price to his own release, and grinding deeply in him before stilling completely, hands caressing every inch of skin he could.

"God, Simon, you feel so good. The most perfect man I've ever seen, and with all that lace? You're the most sinful work of art to ever exist, darling. And look at them, hm? Trying to keep it in and not run to you or touch themselves because of how good you look.

Price grinded into Ghost once more to make the man moaned, before finaly slipping out and watching as his cum started to dribble out, only to pushed it back in with his fingers, making wet sounds resonated in the room while Simon grunted and pulled Price closer, bending him over him to kiss him again, only stoppin to keen when he pushed the plug back inside him, kissed him once more and took a step back.

"What about this, sweetheart: if they can be good and not touch themselves or each other for the rest of the week, I'll find another set for you to wear and they can show me how sorry they are by making you feel so, so good, yeah?"
"Fuck Price, the whole week? They won't last that long."
"They will, if they want to see how gorgeous you'll be all doll up again."

Humming, Ghost looked at the two men nodding widely at the other side of the office, making him snort and stretched on the desk, putting his chest in evidence to see the way their gaze immediately dropped to it, before smiling wickedly and agreeing. He let his leg slowly descend from its perch on Price's shoulder, the garter and straps making his muscles even prettier underneath, tearing a whimper from the sergeants and an approving hum from the Captain.
If the sergeants were acting like perfect soldiers for the rest of the week, then no one had to know why.

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Hey babes, I'm sorry but I didn't felt like writing this chapter.
I will come back to it later on, just like chapter 15, but I prefer to postpone rather than write something bad.

Love you all ♥️