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Their first time wasn’t sweet.
It was not slow and tender like most lovers would be, two bodies coming together for the first time in a sensual dance of pleasure while they learned how to touch and kiss one another. There was no tender gazing into each other’s eyes as they traded gasped words of love and adoration, no holding one another close after as they basked in the afterglow.
For them it was, as almost everything in their lives are: rough and wild.
They stumbled into a safe house miles away from the smoking remains of their last mission. Everything had gone as planned, Soap setting off a massive explosion of C4 right as they were clean of the building, and the adrenaline was still running high in his veins. A good explosion always left him a little frisky, blood pumping and his nerves singing with energy just begging to be let out. Dumping his kit to the floor after a quick check showed nothing lurking in the corners of their temporary accommodations, Soap made eye contact with Ghost who was doing the same.
A beat. A spark of heat running through him when the other man’s gaze grew hungry. And Soap lunged.
He had Ghost was pinned under him in seconds, mask ripped off and tossed to the side so Soap could catch an all too willing mouth in a desperate kiss. They clawed at each other, pulling at shirts and pants to try and reach skin. Soap was faster and managed to get Ghost’s shirt rucked up under his armpits before he was sitting back to fight with his belt, the metal buckle clunking against the floor where it landed. He had Ghost’s pants undone and to his knees in seconds, the tight briefs soon following and leaving Ghost almost bare for Soap to look at it. It wasn’t the first time he had seen the older man naked, but it was the first time he got to touch.
A growl rumbled in his chest and he kept one firm hand splayed on Ghost’s hip to keep him pinned down while he dug through his pockets for the small bottle of lube he had taken to carrying around. Ghost was content to lay there, his dark gaze digging into Soap’s face to memorize every twitch and micro expression. When Soap pulled the bottle out he let out a soft sound of want and attempted to spread his legs wider, pushing against the confines of his pants in his eagerness.
Soap lets out a low chuckle and moved back just long enough to yank Ghost’s pants and boxers to his ankles before he was gathering both in one hand and lifting them over his shoulder, a slick finger pressing between his cheeks and into the tight furl of muscle hidden between. He ignored the hiss Ghost let out and wasted no time thrusting his finger in and out only long enough for Ghost to relax before he was pressing forward again with two, and third shoving in alongside them only seconds later. Ghost’s hands were scrambling at the floor, gloves lost earlier in their eagerness to feel one another. Soap didn’t wait for Ghost to settle around him, thrusting his fingers several times before pulling out and wrapping his slick hand around his own cock to wipe the rest of the lube onto it.
Grabbing at the legs over his shoulder, he spread them as wide as Ghost’s pants would allow and ducked between them, letting bare knees rest on his shoulders. With one hand pressed down on a thick thigh to keep it spread wide and the other gripping a leg over his shoulder Soap lined up and pushed in, leaning in to swallow Ghost’s warbling cry at the sudden stretch.
There was no easing into it. As soon as Soap was down to the hilt he only took a second to rock his hips and find the right angle, grinning sharply when the body under his arched up and Ghost swallowed back a loud moan. Mark found he adjusted his hold into something more secure and fucked.
Long, hard thrusts, each one finding their mark and having Ghost bite his lower lip to muffle the growing sounds of pleasure shaking through him. Soap had no such hesitation and let his low grunts and moans spill free, words of praise and filth filling in the gaps between his next thrust. He growled out how perfect Ghost felt, how good he was to spread his legs so easily for Soap like his own personal whore. How pretty he was taking his cock, how he was made to be fucked and filled and worshipped.
Ghost’s first orgasm hit him like a train, legs locking up behind Soap’s head and his back arching up high, head thumping hard against the floor as his mouth opened in a silent scream. Soap fucked him through it and to the other side, practically snarling at the tight grip around his cock. Streaks of hot seed dripped down Ghost’s stomach with each thrust, his cock still hard and throbbing.
Soap didn’t stop for a second, still pounding hard as he adjusted his hold on Ghost so he could curl over the larger man and swallow his sobs over oversensitivity, the hold on his thigh moving to Ghost’s shoulder to keep him pinned in place when he started to buck and trash; torn between trying to pull away from the overwhelming sensations and rocking back into them. A strong grip clamped down onto his wrist, blunt nails scratching dark lines into his skin. The burn swam up his arm and down his spine in a wave to settle at his core, cock throbbing at the delicious pain.
Another kiss and Soap pulled back, scowling when Ghost immediately bit down on his lower lip to hold back a cry. Releasing his shoulder he shoved two fingers into Ghost’s mouth and pulled down, forcing his mouth open wide the same time he ground in deep. The resulting cry was like music to his ears.
“There we go. Don’t try and hide from me. Those are my noises and I want to hear them.”
Ghost’s response was a garbled mess, fingers scrambling at Soap’s wrist and knee in a desperate attempt to ground himself. Soap kept his mouth open wide and crooned when tears gathered and fell from the corners of Ghost’s eyes, the black greasepaint on his face running in streaks. Leaning down he ran his tongue across one hot cheeks, groaning at the taste of salt and bitterness that stained his tongue. “Beautiful.”
Another garbled cry had drool leaking down Ghost’s chin and neck, Soap’s tongue chasing it like a starving dog to feed it back, fucking his tongue between his fingers to run across Ghost’s own in a slick slide. His chin was dripping when he pulled back and he licked his lips to chase the mixed taste of them. He could feel himself getting close, his smoot thrusts turning rabbit quick and desperate as he chased his release.
Sitting back up, Soap kept Ghost’s mouth open and turned his head to bite at the leg over his shoulder, groaning loudly around his mouthful. A glance between them showed Ghost’s cock red and throbbing, smacking hard against his own stomach with each thrust, the cooling seed on his skin adding a sticky slap to join the chorus of cries filing the space between them.
Pulling back from Ghost’s leg, Soap leaned in and pressed his lips to the shell of his ear, rumbling a soft “Come for me, bòidheach.” before biting down hard on the side of his neck.
Not even Soap’s strong hold could stop Ghost’s jaw from clamping down around his fingers with a scream, pearls of white coating his stomach and dripping down his cock. Soap managed to thrust two, three more times before he was muffling his own cry against Ghost’s neck and coming, shaking with the force of his release.
They laid in silence for a moment just catching their breath. Soap slowly pulled back from Ghost’s lick, licking at the darkening mark he had left on the skin before sitting up and slowly pulling out with a sigh, running a soothing hand up and down Ghost’s shaking leg when he whimpered. Soap felt heat reignite in his gut at the sight of his seed dribbling out of the well fucked hole, and he dragged his hand down to run through the mess on Ghost’s stomach, giving his cock a playful tap before reaching between them and adding his own seed to the mixture on his hand, rubbing it into the skin of his inner thighs; hushing Ghost when he let out a soft whine at the possessive action.
Satisfied with his claim inside and out he finally pulled his fingers free from Ghost’s mouth and leaned in to kiss him, tasting copper from the small punctures sharp canines had dug into his skin. Pulling back he ran a thumb under one of Ghost’s eyes to clear away the tears and hummed happily, his singing nerves finally settling, satisfied.
“Mine.”