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Soap is - if previous partners were to be believed - a freak.
There were a lot of things he liked to do, particularly in bed. He’s never been shy about asking his partners for what he wants, and he’s more than open to their advances in return, most of the time. It’s a simple give and take, and Soap loved to both give and take; loved to give his partners exactly what they wanted, loved to take everything they’d give in exchange.
Communication was key, and with it, Soap had a pleasantly satisfying sex life. Even though a good portion of it after he joined the military was spent on one-night hook ups in some seedy motel with a stranger he picked up at an even seedier bar, it never really left him unsatisfied.
That was, until he met Ghost.
Suddenly everybody at the bar seemed to pale in comparison; they wouldn’t be able to give him what he needed, and he couldn’t take something they didn’t have. He wanted it to be Ghost under him, on him, riding him like no tomorrow, begging for his knot and pleading to be filled to the brim, stuffed and ready to bear their pups-
But it’s different, with Ghost. Soap desires him, yes, but he wants more than that. He needs to be the person Ghost wakes up with in the morning, soft and hazy and adorably mussed from sleep. He longs to be the one to kiss Ghost goodnight, even if they’ve done nothing but sit there lazily beforehand. He wants to be the one to smell Ghost, to fill his lungs with the scent only a mate can detect. He yearns for his touch, the casual strength and firm assuredness of it.
He’s desperately in love with Ghost, and he thinks he might ruin everything if he were to share even half of what he likes in bed.
Ghost may look intimidating, but with his impossible-to-bear dad jokes and puns and his sweet side that only Soap - as his best friend - gets to see, Soap has a hard time believing the lieutenant would be anything other than hardcore vanilla. He certainly doesn’t look like he’d be into something like watersports, that’s for sure.
Maybe, if Soap ever confessed and he got lucky enough that Ghost returned the sentiment, he’d be able to negotiate for some rope play, something mild that wouldn’t take the man too far out of his comfort zone. Soap, above all else, values Ghost’s relationship with him - as friends or otherwise - far more than he does the chance to get his rocks off in some wild way. If being with Ghost meant he’d lose out on his more unconventional enjoyments, then so be it. He loved the man too much to let him go over something that felt so trivial.
(not that he considered his sexual health trivial, but ghost would always take first place to him)
Soap, in all honesty, wasn’t expecting anything anyway. It would be a long shot for Ghost to feel the same, let alone share questionable kinks. But that’s fine; he’s happy just being Ghost’s friend.
Or-
He was.
Until he caught Ghost staring at his dick just a few too many times.
It started innocently enough (or as innocent as peeping could be). It was a mission with just the two of them, forced into a forest just south of some backwater town in Russia. It was totally innocuous, and most of all, boring.
Soap had been staring down his scope for what seemed like hours before he felt his bladder twinge. He knew he could hold it for a while longer, but he’s got Ghost as backup, so he pulled himself to his feet and told Ghost - who was sitting on a stump not too far away - that he was going to go take a piss.
Ghost just gave him a nod, and that was that. Soap stepped off to the side and unzipped, fishing his cock out and searching for the first suitable bush to find relief.
He didn’t realize the angle until he had thrown a glance back at Ghost, just to see the man with his eyes locked where Soap’s hand held his aim steady. The vision of his cock was perfectly clear and unobscured, completely uncensored for Ghost to see. And see, Ghost did.
Soap isn’t shy, especially since he knows he’s packing. He isn’t ashamed to say he’s proud of what he was born with. But having Ghost’s gaze on him then, it had felt searing. Even as the stream continued, he could feel the arousal swirling low in his belly as his cock started firming up.
Glancing back again, he saw Ghost had looked away. Safe for the moment, Soap finished emptying his bladder and shook to get the last drops off, stuffing himself back in his pants before he turned back to Ghost, who was cool as could be, his portable scope focused on the horizon. He looked like nothing had ever happened.
It was the first time, but definitely not the last.
After that, Soap started paying more attention to Ghost’s eyes on him. The man likes to think he’s being unnoticeable, but to Soap - who’s so used to Ghost and his every mannerism - it’s plain as day. Ghost’s eyes follow him every time he goes off to the bathroom or to the shower. They rake down his chest when he takes his shirt off after a hard workout; he feels their presence on his back like hot coals when they change in the locker room afterward.
On the rare occasion that they end up in the bathroom together, Ghost breaks the unsaid rule and takes the urinal right next to Soap, barely trying to be subtle as he peers over the tiny divider to stare. Soap won’t lie and say he hasn’t returned the stare, but somehow seeing Ghost using one of his packers isn’t quite as satisfying. It still feels intimate, but not in the way Soap truly wants. The sense of trust Ghost has in him to feel comfortable letting him see something like that, it stirs up the butterflies in his gut, but it still feels like a barrier to that one thing Soap would really like to see - the source.
But this isn’t about Soap - it’s about Ghost, who has taken a sudden and unexpected interest in Soap’s cock.
Soap starts toeing the line after that. He’s less careful about being seen in the locker room, consciously picking out not-as-hidden spots to take a leak on missions. On one memorable occasion, he gives his cock a firm stroke or two before he shakes off and stows himself away, and when he looks back at Ghost, he can see the top edges of his cheekbones go pink behind his balaclava.
Busted.
So now Soap knows Ghost wants him in return. He just has to figure out how to make a move without pressuring his superior into it. He knows good and well that Ghost will not be the one to make a move, so this one is on him.
He decides to shoot his shot late one night when most of the base is away on holiday, leaving them practically alone in the barracks. There’s a few other soldiers still there, but they’re mostly keeping to their own quarters. It means that Soap and Ghost are able to have the rec room essentially to themselves.
Forgoing underwear entirely, Soap puts on his tightest pair of grey sweatpants; the ones that previous partners have all said are fucking impossible to resist. He pulls a sleeveless top on as well, the arm holes cut so wide that his flanks are almost entirely exposed. When he looks in the mirror before he leaves his quarters, the thought crosses his mind that he might have looked more decent if he had just strutted out in the nude.
Perfect.
He makes his way to the rec room, passing no one on the way. At this time of night, he’d be surprised if anyone else was even still awake. But this is the time Ghost most enjoys being in the rec room, because it means he’s much less likely to be disturbed. Not that he ever seems upset to have Soap disturb him.
Just like Soap knew he would be, he finds Ghost with a steaming cup of tea and a book halfway-read, sitting alone on the couch with one of the windows cracked. It fills the room with a pleasant cool breeze, the sound of the rain outside just loud enough to cover the silence. It’s such a relaxing atmosphere that Soap almost regrets that he’s about to break it.
Almost.
But he enters anyway. Ghost doesn’t look up from his reading, but from the way the set of his shoulders twitches minutely, Soap is aware that the man knows he’s there. He strolls over to the chair next to the couch and plops down, sinking into the cushions and spreading his legs as he lets out a sigh, giving into the cozy air.
He doesn’t miss when Ghost glances over at him, his eyes widening near-imperceptibly at the vision he’s met with. Soap knows he looks delectable. Biceps and pecs exposed, sides hidden only by the arm of the chair.
His cock, silhouetted lewdly through the light grey of his sweats, the crown plainly visible as the crotch stretches obscenely.
“Alright, LT?” he asks, smirking mildly. Ghost, looking almost caught-out, turns back to his book abruptly, but Soap notices how his eyes stare blankly ahead instead of tracing the lines of words across either page. “Didn’t interrupt ya, did I?”
“You know you didn’t, Johnny,” Ghost answers. His voice doesn’t shake at all, giving no indication of his struggle. He lifts his mask to take a sip of his tea, apparently not thinking anything of it, because it offers Soap the perfect view of the pale man’s cheeks flushed beyond whatever a mere book could produce. Ghost lowers the fabric again, but not before Soap commits the image to memory. “You’re always welcome.”
The words settle a sweet warmth in Soap’s chest, his expression melting into a smile.
“Aye, well, got lonely in my quarters, so I thought I’d join ya in here. Mind if I talk?”
“Feel free,” Ghost allows. All according to plan.
Soap knows Ghost can somehow multitask with this, able to both read and pay attention to what Soap is saying, so Soap doesn’t feel put out when the man actually resumes his reading. Soap starts babbling idly, jumping from topic to meaningless topic with little effort. It actually does help to put him at ease, rambling on and letting his voice out when no one else seems willing to listen.
He talks for nearly an hour before he feels it. The three bottles of water he’d chugged before heading over are finally working their way through his system. He lets the shivery sensation of his bladder being too full wash over him, his cock slowly starting to firm up in his sweats. When he looks down, still running his mouth absently, the tent in his pants is damn near pornographic.
“Fuck,” he breathes out unintentionally, breaking off mid-sentence. It catches Ghost’s attention, who lowers the book momentarily, obviously meaning to question the expletive. Until he sees the bulge in Soap’s trousers, the cotton taut over the rising figure of Soap’s cock. His eyes go impossibly wide.
“Sorry, Ghost, gotta go take a piss,” Soap says, sitting up straight and getting ready to stand.
“Looks like ya gotta do more than piss, Johnny,” Ghost mutters, still staring. His body is tense as he watches Soap rise, the spectacle of his hard-on becoming somehow even more lewd.
“Aye, well, guess it’ll be a few minutes before I come back, then,” Soap answers, willfully stamping down the hope that Ghost will do something, so that in the case that he doesn’t, Soap isn’t horribly disappointed. He doesn’t bother trying to hide himself as he begins to walk off, fully intending to head to the bathroom to relieve himself, in more ways than one.
Halfway to the door, he hears Ghost set down his book and sigh, calling out to Soap, “Wait.”
Soap halts, turning back to Ghost to see him standing from the couch. The bigger man strides over to loom in front of Soap, the few inches between their heights feeling like miles as Soap looks up at him, cock rock hard in his pants under his lieutenant’s gaze.
“Yes, sir?” Soap answers cheekily.
Ghost is silent for a moment before he grabs Soap’s hips abruptly. Soap jolts, not having expected such a firm response. He’d hoped maybe Ghost would question him, maybe ask if he could help, not jump head first into the action.
Soap is even more surprised when Ghost drops to his knees before him noiselessly, hands remaining on Soap’s hips, face now level with Soap’s bulge. Soap holds his breath, waiting, hoping, praying that what he thinks is going to happen actually happens.
When Ghost removes one hand and uses it to lift his mask again, it’s so that he can place his mouth over the tented fabric around the head of Soap’s cock. Soap nearly loses it right there at the vulgar image, Ghost’s beautiful lips wrapped around the grey cotton, sucking gently, a dark stain spreading around the edges.
It’s much more intense than Soap was expecting, and it reminds him very strongly that he does actually have to piss. As much as he’s been longing for the feeling of Ghost’s mouth on him, he highly doubts Ghost wants to drink what he’s about to let loose.
“Ghost, I wasn’t lying, I gotta piss.”
Ghost lifts off for a just a second, just to look Soap in the eyes and say-
“Then go.”
Before he’s latching back on, dipping further down on Soap’s cock, sinking deeper over the sweats.
And fuck, how can Soap resist that?
With a strangled moan, Soap lets go, pissing down Ghost’s throat, the strength of his stream bypassing the knit of the cotton entirely. Ghost groans around his cock, throat working to swallow every drop as Soap empties himself into his mouth. The vibrations make his hips buck, causing Ghost to gag just enough for his mouth to overflow, the golden liquid dripping down his chin now.
Soap is so turned on it’s painful, the friction of every single thread in his pants combined with Ghost’s suckling mouth, in addition to the sight of his lieutenant choking on his piss, it’s enough to drive him insane. He starts thrusting, not even done relieving himself, too eager to wait.
Ghost puts his hand back on Soap’s hip and lets him, eyes going hazy with pleasure. Soap grunts as his stream starts to taper off, briefly satisfied, even though he knows that with as much water as he drank earlier, he’s definitely going to need to go again pretty soon. Ghost just takes it as Soap’s hands find a grip in his hair and he fucks forward harder.
Once he’s completely emptied himself, his pants an absolute mess, Soap turns his full attention to finding his orgasm. Holding the back of Ghost’s head, he buries his cock as far in as the fabric of his pants will let him, hips stilling as he cums hard, Ghost humming around him and furthering the intensity of his peak.
Panting heavily as he comes back down, still clutching Ghost - who seems to not mind, keeping Soap warm in his mouth without protest - Soap bucks his hips one last time before withdrawing.
They’re both a right mess. Soap’s pants are trashed. Saturated with his own piss and bearing the remains of his spend around the tip of his softening cock, they’re a lost cause. Ghost doesn’t look too much better; his shirt is soaked, chin and neck wet with what spilled out when he gagged the first time. His eyes are hazy as he stares at Soap.
“Fuck, doll, you’re a godsend, y’know?” Soap murmurs, placing a hand on Ghost’s cheek and tracing his thumb over the skin gently. “Woulda had ye on your knees much sooner if I’d known ye liked the taste of my piss so much.”
Ghost shudders, biting his lower lip. “Johnny,” he whispers, hips jolting. Belatedly, Soap realizes that Ghost is just as turned on by this as he is. Soap can see a wet spot forming at the apex of his thighs, knees spread to make it visible. His light-wash jeans are darkening, an obvious sign of his arousal.
Soap kneels, joining Ghost on the floor, leaning forward to press a kiss to Ghost’s lips. He slips his tongue in when Ghost gasps, moaning at the taste of his mixed fluids in Ghost’s mouth. He puts one hand on the back of Ghost’s neck and places the other on Ghost’s abdomen, fingers sliding south.
His hips bucking, Ghost grabs the flimsy fabric of Soap’s top, dragging him as close as possible. Soap deftly undoes the button of Ghost’s jeans, unzipping them and dipping his hand under the waistband of Ghost’s underwear. He’s grateful Ghost isn’t wearing a packer right now (which he usually doesn’t when he knows he’ll be alone for a while) because it means that when Soap's fingers go between his legs, he’s immediately greeted by the wetness only extreme arousal can produce.
“So wet for me, sweetheart,” Soap mutters against Ghost’s lips. “All this, just from suckin’ me off?”
“Yes, yeah, fuck, Johnny please-” Ghost tries to respond. “How- how much longer until you’re ready to- to go again? Want you to fuck me-”
Soap groans, disconnecting their mouths and letting his head fall to Ghost’s shoulder even as his fingers start circling Ghost’s cock, his slick easing the glide. “Gonna be a few minutes, love. Then I can fuck ye til yer seein’ stars,” he promises, mouthing at Ghost’s neck, teeth scraping the spot where Ghost’s mating gland would swell during a heat.
It makes Ghost buck wildly, a sharp noise escaping when Soap’s middle finger goes inside him, the heel of his hand pressing against his cock. And then he’s bowing down and whimpering loudly, cunt fluttering around Soap’s finger, suddenly much wetter than before.
“Did ye- did ye just cum?” Soap marvels. Ghost nods jerkily, still twitching with the aftershocks. “Fuck, you are perfect.”
“Keep going,” Ghost urges. “Keep- keep going, I have more in me.”
Soap doesn’t need any more convincing. He resumes fingering Ghost, spreading the man, prepping him to take Soap’s cock - which is hardening again already, spurred on by the sight of Ghost cumming just from Soap playing with his mating gland. He’s addicted now; he needs to see more-
(needs to see ghost speared on his cock crying from overstimulation soap jerking him off cumming so hard the omega coats them both with his spend-)
Ghost takes it with grace, getting louder with each consecutive finger. Soap wonders how he’ll sound on his knot, stretched wide and plugged full. If he’s already this worked up, Soap ponders just how many orgasms he can get out of Ghost before the man yields.
“Fuck me, I’m ready,” Ghost blurts suddenly, cutting off Soap’s fantasies. There’s only three fingers in him. If he takes Soap right now-
“It’ll hurt, doll.”
“Good.”
How the fuck did Soap ever think this man was vanilla?
Soap removes himself from Ghost and shimmies his sweats down to his knees, repositioning and stripping Ghost so that he can more easily access the area he needs. Ghost is holding his legs, which are nearly pressed to his ears, cunt bared to Soap so prettily, red and wet and ready for him.
He lines up, the tip of his cock sliding between Ghost’s lips but not entering. Ghost whines when it brushes his cock, a sharp spark of sensation zipping through him. Soap does it again, this time just to tease. It earns him a dark glare and a pleading look to get on with it.
Soap obliges. Taking a hold of his cock, he presses down on it with his thumb, sinking in easily. The velvet heat of Ghost’s cunt practically sucks him in as he slowly slides forward, taking his time in order to not hurt Ghost.
Ghost, on the other hand, looks like he’s ascended to another plane of existence. He’s shifting his hips as he instinctively tries to take more and more of Soap’s cock, rushing the connection. Soap wants to be patient, but he’s given no choice when Ghost lets go of one leg and wraps it around Soap’s waist, the heel pressing Soap’s tailbone abruptly and forcing him to fuck in all at once.
“Fuck!” Ghost gasps. Soap thinks it’s pain at first. But then he feels the tight spasming around him, watching rapturously as Ghost cums just from Soap putting it in. Ghost’s eyes nearly roll back in his head.
“Steamin’ Jesus,” Soap whispers, grinding his hips and pulling a whimper from Ghost. “You’re a damn dream, Ghost.”
“P-please ca-ll me S-Simon,” Ghost manages. He’s so out of it that Soap can see him starting to float. A sense of pride floods through him, that he’s getting this inscrutable man to hit subspace by fucking him on the floor of the rec room after he pissed in his mouth.
Soap rocks his hips, thrusting into Ghost’s still-twitching cunt. It’s tight and hot, enough that Soap is pretty sure he won’t last long. Not when he finally has the man he loves folded in half underneath him, silently begging for him to fuck him like he means it.
Well.
Soap is nothing if not a giver.
Sliding out until only the head remains inside, Soap fucks back in harshly, hips slapping loudly against Ghost’s. It forces a scream from the other man, sensitive beyond measure and desperate for more. Soap starts up a rough pace, each thrust jerking an overstimulated sob from Ghost; music to Soap’s ears.
Ghost doesn’t tell him to stop, so Soap keeps going, one hand finding Ghost’s cock and beginning to grind hard circles around it. A cry escapes Ghost’s lips and Soap leans forward to swallow it, kissing him messily as their bodies move together.
Soap’s knot is swelling fast. He hasn’t had one in years; most of the omegas he’s met had either no interest in him or were already mated. The alpha in him is singing at being able to breed an omega like he was meant to. Knots were never meant to pop for anyone other than an omega, and to finally have one at his mercy after so long is heaven.
He starts catching on his thrusts, startling a cry from Ghost when it pulls on his walls, the omega clenching to try and get Soap seated before he cums, so that none of his spend is wasted. His lieutenant, consciously or not, is trying to entice Soap into knocking him up, putting a few pups in him, getting him full and round with child. Soap is more than happy to fulfill that request.
Pushing in as far as he can go, Soap feels his knot swell and stick, widening and locking inside Ghost. He grinds as hard as he can, on the cusp, but the motion isn’t what finally gets him there.
No, that would be Ghost, who shrieks when Soap eventually locks in, convulsing with a final orgasm. His hips try to buck on Soap’s knot but they can’t move, instead forcing the bulge to press harshly up against his bladder, and before either of them are truly aware of it, Ghost is pissing, the hot liquid pouring over where they’re joined, spilling onto the floor of the rec room and puddling around them.
Soap cums because of that.
Ghost keeps going for several moments, draining his bladder between them as Soap pumps him full of his cum. When the flow of piss eventually ceases, they’re sitting in a spreading lake of it on the linoleum, locked together for the foreseeable future. Soap can’t remember how long he knots for; it’s been way too long to recollect easily. Could be fifteen minutes, could be fifty. It’s usually different person to person anyway.
Ghost breathes shakily, hands reaching up to intertwine behind Soap’s neck. He pulls Soap down and into a kiss, relaxed and passionate, tasting Soap’s mouth more than trying to start anything again. He’s trembling from the force of the experience, not quite ready to go for another round.
“Simon,” Soap breathes, returning the kiss. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, y’know that?”
“Mmm,” Ghost hums, still out of it. “Want you to piss inside me.”
Soap’s brain misfires, clicks off, and reboots in the span of two seconds. Pissing in Ghost’s mouth is hot. Pissing inside him while they’re locked together, that’s a totally different thing altogether. Desperately trying to ignore the way his cock twitches, Soap asks, “Are ye sure? I dunno how long we’ll be stuck like this.”
“Johnny,” Ghost starts, eyes gaining a sudden clarity. “I want you to fill me with everything you can. Knot me, give me your cum, piss in me. Make my belly bulge. I want it all.”
“Steaming fuckin’ Jesus, Simon,” Soap gasps. “How did I ever think ye were vanilla?”
Ghost raises an eyebrow. “Do I really give off that impression?”
“Aye.”
“Been readin’ me wrong, then, Johnny. Like it a lot freakier than this.” Ghost rolls his hips, pulling on Soap’s knot. “C’mon then, what’re you waitin’ for? Fill me up.”
“‘s gonna be a bit, Simon. Let it build back up after earlier,” Soap assuages. He grips Ghost’s ass, squeezing. “Let’s go sit on the couch, eh? Instead of a puddle o’ your own piss.”
“Think you can carry me that easy, Johnny?”
Soap takes that as a personal challenge. Leaning back, he yanks Ghost up to rest against his chest so that the larger man is completely off the ground. Then he stands, putting one leg then the other underneath them, until he’s holding Ghost seemingly effortlessly on his knot in the middle of the rec room.
Ghost shudders, scenarios running through his head at light speed.
Soap carries him over to the couch, mindless of the liquid still clinging to Ghost’s back. He sits them down, adjusting Ghost’s legs until the man is much more comfortably seated on his knot, less inclined to cramp if they’re there for too long. Ghost is thankful for that, rewarding Soap with a kiss to the top of his head.
Pressing an ear to Ghost’s chest, Soap tightens his arms around Ghost’s midriff, wanting him as close as possible. Ghost lets himself be guided forward, collapsing against Soap. They’re both sweaty and disgusting, covered in questionable fluids, but the company makes it bearable, makes it easy.
It takes a while for Soap to feel that urge again. It’s been twenty minutes since they locked together, with no sign of Soap’s knot deflating anytime soon. The sensation escalates quickly, until he’s tilting his chin up to look at Ghost, asking, “Ye ready?”
Ghost groans out, “Fuck, please. Fill me up.”
Soap lets go easily, feeling the rush of hot piss flow out of him as Ghost rocks gently. He doesn’t seem to be trying to get off, just relishing in the contact and everything he’s being given. Soap finds that hotter than if he’d been cumming from it; watching Ghost just wanting his piss for the sake of it is getting him worked up. His cock twitches valiantly inside Ghost.
“You already ready for another round?” Ghost inquires, surprised.
“Nah, just- watchin’ ye like this is fuckin’ beautiful,” Soap explains. “Hotter than shit.”
“Shame, that,” Ghost mutters. “Was hopin’ you’d at least jerk me off.”
Heat floods Soap. “Oh, sweetheart, I can definitely do that.” His fingers find Ghost’s cock easily, giving it a few slow, hard strokes before he feels Ghost clench around him. “Fuck, that fast?”
“I’m sensitive.”
“Sure.”
“Fuck off, yeah? Bet I’m still the best pussy you’ve ever gotten.”
Soap won’t argue with that.
His knot is still fat when the need arises once more, and Ghost is still more than willing to take it. This time, when Soap starts, Ghost lifts his shirt to look at his stomach. Soap stares too, wondrously admiring the swelling there, slight but noticeable. At this rate, Soap may not soften up even after his knot goes down.
“Y’know,” Ghost begins, fingers tracing the bulge lightly. “When I imagined this, I pictured we’d be in a bed.”
Somehow, the knowledge that Ghost had fantasized about them is what does Soap in. Unknowingly close to another orgasm, Soap cums again, flooding Ghost with so much that he can feel it start to leak out around his cock. They’re both so wet and messy and it’s heaven.
Ghost cums untouched at the sight of Soap hitting his peak, trembling around him as he practically feels the liquid slosh inside him.
Soap has never cum again once his knot is locked. He figures that Ghost would be the one to get him to do it. The man above him is irresistible, taking everything Soap gives him and still wanting more. Soap will provide him with everything; he need only ask.
His knot lasts for another half an hour after that. Soap may not be able to remember how long he’s knotted before, but he knows it definitely wasn’t this long. It makes his stomach flutter - it’s rumored that the longer an alpha and omega stay knotted, the more compatible they are.
If Soap is really that compatible with Ghost, then maybe there’s a chance that his feelings are returned.