don't drop the soap
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“Please,” Soap slurred through the drool that had gathered at the corners of his lips. Pressed into the mattress, Soap hadn’t noticed how damp his face had become with sweat and tears and unidentifiable bodily fluids.
“I need it, f-fuck, Gaz, please– I’m so fucking close–”
“Did I say you could beg, Johnny?”
Or: Soap serves as stress relief for the team, and Ghost watches.
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- Part 1 of don't drop the soap
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Soap tilted his head to the side and cracked his neck this way and that with a satisfying sigh. The room was holding its breath, waiting for his affirmative.
“That all you got, boys?”
It was a challenge as much as it was permission.
Or: Soap runs his mouth and gets railed for it.
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- Part 2 of don't drop the soap
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Soap’s forehead dug into the soft part of Price’s stomach, his face pressed into the tac vest he childishly wished Price had taken off. He could feel Price’s steady breathing against his cheek. His rabbit-quick heartbeat thrummed through Soap's core.
“Need’ta get outta my head.” Soap spoke so softly he wasn’t sure Price had heard. “You understand?”Or: One of the team almost dies on a mission, and the rest don't know how to cope. Soap takes care of them, and the team takes care of him.
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- Part 3 of don't drop the soap
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“He watches,” Soap told König, whose hands fluttered around his thighs, never quite touching Soap. “And you use me how you want. That’s the game.”
An unhappy sigh escaped König’s lips, though Soap didn’t get the impression König was upset with him.
“I do not wish to use you, Sergeant MacTavish. However…” König tilted his head, regarding Soap with a smile that softened his features. “You are a very handsome man. I do wish to be intimate with you. To… relieve stress, I believe, is how you put it earlier.”
Or: König is new to the game Ghost and Soap play, so Soap shows him the ropes.
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- Part 4 of don't drop the soap
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“I think it doesn’t matter who fucks you, Johnny. Could be the whole team. Could be the whole damn base.” Ghost chuckled darkly. “There’s a thought. Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Wisely, Soap kept his mouth shut, but Ghost caught the way his pupils blew wide in arousal anyway.
“It doesn’t matter who fucks you, because you’re mine. You understand? They use you because I allow it. And you do like being used.”
Or: Ghost's recruits experience a morale booster by sharing his Johnny.
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- Part 5 of don't drop the soap