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It was a sound Ghost was all too familiar with.
He had spent numerous nights getting drunk off of it, the intoxicatingly sweet melody coursing through his veins. It was a sound he usually caused, a sound he could manipulate with a simple touch, with a change of pace or force.
Ghost had claimed that sound as his own, so why was he hearing it?
His hands had paused over his keyboard, frozen as he listened to the sweet moans that came from the bedroom, loud and desperate, laced with honey. Ghost knew those moans well, knew it couldn’t have come from jerking off, but from getting fucked by someone. Or in that case, some thing.
The work on Ghost’s computer was neglected as he walked away from the kitchen and down to the bedroom, his footsteps silent against the carpet. Thankfully, the bedroom door was cracked open, enough for Ghost to peek through and see what was causing all the noise.
Soap was laying facedown on the bed, one hand clenching the sheets, the other angled behind him, fingers gripping a dildo that was being thrusted into his hole, over and over again. The same sinful sounds were moaned into the pillows as Soap fucked himself with the toy, cries of pleasure escaping his throat.
Ghost opened the door wider, watching the scene for a moment, a smirk splayed on his lips. Soap was so far gone in the moment, in pleasuring himself, he had no idea he was being watched. He had no idea Ghost was standing there, his cock getting more erect by the minute.
Quietly, he made his way into the room, making sure he didn’t disturb Soap. It wasn’t too hard of a task, the man’s face buried into a pillow, no knowledge of what was around him. He kept using the toy, moaning whorishly.
It wasn’t until Ghost had knelt onto the bed behind him that he noticed. He picked up his head, a surprised moan slipping out of his lips, “Ghost.”
Ghost leaned over him, his hands placed on the bed on either side of Soap’s head. “Don’t stop now,” he murmured. “Keep going.”
Soap whimpered, moving the dildo in and out of his hole, but the passion for it had weakened, now that Ghost offered up something much more desirable. The motions slowed, Soap pushing his hips back, trying to get Ghost to touch him in some way, any way.
Ghost hummed, taking the dildo from Soap. “Let me do it, baby.”
Soap let go of the toy, arching his back towards Ghost eagerly. Ghost leaned back on his heels, essentially sitting on the back of Soap’s thighs. He pulled the toy out for a moment, marvelling at Soap’s used rim, spitting directly into it, making him clench.
Ghost lined the toy up and pushed it in slowly, pressing further and further, making Soap whine. A pace was set, similar to the one Soap had before, a steady up and down, in and out, angling towards that one specific spot that made Soap shake.
But even with Ghost controlling the toy, Soap wanted something more.
“Fuck me, please,” he begged.
“I already am,” Ghost said, pushing the dildo further.
Soap whimpered. “No, with your dick.”
“Are you sure? Cause you seem to be enjoying the toy, my cock can’t possibly be better than it.”
“Both are good, but I need your dick.”
Were they? An idea popped into Ghost’s head as he watched Soap try and rock back against the dildo, whimpering into the sheets. If Soap wanted both, he would get them.
“Why don’t I give you both?” Ghost offered, leaning up to Soap’s ear. “Think you can take both of them, this toy and my cock?”
“Oh, god, please,” Soap whispered. “Please, please, please.”
Ghost hummed, leaning back. “I don’t think you can take it. Your hole can’t stretch that much, my dick is bigger than your toy.”
He knew damn well Soap could take it, but he needed to know how badly he wanted it, how much he would beg to be filled like that.
“I can,” Soap assured. “I can take it, I can take them both, please just fuck me!”
Ghost grinned. “Alright, baby.”
He grabbed the bottle of lube that was on the sheets, clicking it open and pouring some directly onto Soap’s hole. He used the dildo for a minute, distributing the liquid before he added a finger alongside it.
Soap moaned from the single addition, urging for more.
“Hold on, I have to go slowly,” Ghost explained. “You’re too tight for my cock.”
“I don’t care if it hurts,” Soap whined. “I like the pain.”
“You say that now,” Ghost added another finger, “but in the morning you’ll be glad I went slow.”
Soap couldn’t even respond, the feeling of a dildo and Ghost’s two fingers inside of him already overwhelming him. He pushed his hips back against Ghost, urging him to go deeper.
Ghost answered his pleas, fucking the toy and his fingers into Soap’s hole, stretching him even more. It was a sight to see Soap like that, ass in the air, his hole being used in such a way, just for their pleasure. It made Ghost’s stomach churn, his cock twitching in his sweatpants.
A moment later, Soap had the toy and four fingers inside of him, stretching him more and more. Soap was a complete mess just from that, his moans getting whinier, more desperate. Ghost himself was losing patience, desire growing in his stomach as he worked Soap open.
Finally, Soap got to a point where he felt stretched enough, open enough to take Ghost with the toy. Ghost took his clothes off, stripping out of everything while Soap groaned impatiently. The lube bottle was used once again, Ghost slicking his cock up before positioning himself as he had before.
“Spread your ass,” he told Soap. “Show me that hole.”
Soap did as instructed, reaching his hands behind and spreading his ass cheeks, showing off the gaped hole.
Ghost couldn’t help but let out a groan at the sight, spitting directly into his hole like he had done before, watching saliva drip inside Soap. He grabbed the dildo and pressed it inside of him, angling it upwards so he could line his cock up, and slowly pushed inside.
Even with the prep and stretching, it was still so tight. Ghost let Soap get used to it, staying still for a moment while his hole relaxed around the two intrusions. He waited for Soap to give him the go-ahead, a simple nod and push back against Ghost’s hips.
Ghost kept one hand on the toy, and one on Soap’s hips, gripping him tight as he worked up to a slow pace of in and out, coaxing those sweet, addicting moans out of Soap’s mouth. Ghost couldn’t help but let out his own moans, it felt so good.
“Jesus Christ,” he panted out, rocking his hips into Soap. “Your hole looks so good, all stretched around two cocks.”
Soap whimpered. “It feels so fucking good.”
“You like getting fucked like this? Such a good hole, taking it so well.”
Ghost picked up the pace, thrusting the toy in tune with his hips, making Soap moan and cry, his body trembling from the overwhelming pleasure. Ghost could tell he was close, the whimpers becoming more urgent, higher pitched.
“I’m gonna come,” he panted. “Ghost, I’m—”
“Come for me, baby, go ahead.”
Soap’s hole clenched as he came into the sheets, letting out yet another melodic cry, babbling a mantra of things Ghost couldn’t comprehend.
He continued to fuck Soap through and after his orgasm, chasing his own climax that was rapidly approaching. Ghost’s stomach tightened as he came into Soap’s hole, letting out a long groan, “Oh fuck.”
A minute was needed to catch their breath and come down from their collective highs. Ghost pulled the toy out slowly, watching some of his come slowly trickle out of Soap’s hole. He then pulled his cock out, gawking at the sight of Soap’s used, come-filled hole, clenching around nothing.
“I’ll be right back, baby,” Ghost murmured to him.
He got up and went to the bathroom, grabbing a towel to clean up with as well as a cup of water and pain relief medicine. When he went back to the bedroom, he saw Soap had moved, laying on his back.
“We should do that again,” he said, looking up at Ghost.
Ghost chuckled, using the towel to clean up Soap’s stomach and cock, wiping away the come and sweat mixture. “Yeah, let me know if you still think that tomorrow,” he said, knowing Soap would barely be able to get out of bed.
Soap smiled, reaching for the water and medicine. “Thank you for that. I didn’t mean to interrupt your work.”
“Is that why you were moaning so loud?” Ghost raised a brow, sitting on the bed next to Soap.
Soap smiled sheepishly. “Got a little carried away.”
Ghost placed a kiss on his forehead. “It’s alright. Next time, just ask me.”
“It’s more fun to get your attention.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmhmm. But I didn’t know I would be getting that kind of attention.”
“Be careful what you wish for.”