Gwenny
Hi my name's Gwen, you can also call me Gwenny :3 || mid 20s || Bi || She/They || So lost in the CoD Sauce || MDNI 🔞 || Anti censorship || Comms CLOSED || linktr.ee/gwennywilks
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View full threadleaving Soap in their combined mess, feeling hurt and angry and so so confused. It didn’t take long for that confusion to morph into silent determination, Soap turning into a menace in his search to hunt down Ghost, to confront him, to find out why he had just left him there. (14/15)
- Ghost honoured his name though and had straight up disappeared. (15/15) ~~~ Check out the rest over on my ao3 ;3 archiveofourown.org/works/56829805
- Not even two minutes later they’re cumming almost at the same time, so worked up and on edge from months of dancing around each other. Then the reality of their situation sets in. Ghost is first to pull away, scrambling up onto shaky legs. (12/15)
- He’d made a mistake, had crossed a line that he should have never toed to begin with, the damning evidence in every sodden fibre of his mask. Soap was still a little woozy from his release, slurring out a confused: “Lt?” Ghost was gone though, had already turned on his heel and fled, (13/15)
- Soap makes a cut off little sound in the back of his throat, then he’s past the shock, his own hands furiously working at Ghost’s pants. And fuuuuuck, of carouse the bastard had to have the thickest t-dick. The universe was unfair, but Soap got busy either way. (10/15)
- They’re both just grinding against each other, sucking and licking and kissing. Soap truly showing off his oral fixation while Ghost tortured himself with keeping his mask in place, pretty much waterboarding himself with how wet Soap was. (11/15)
- Their eyes meet and a flash of understanding goes through them. Then they’re right back to struggling, each desperate to get the others pants off, to get their hands on what was underneath. Ghost is fastest, the fucker getting a knife in hand to simply cut through Soap’s garments. (8/15)
- And the groan he lets out is straight up pornographic. Soap is hairy everywhere, his crotch a mess of damp curls. Ghost can’t help but press his face into Soap’s cunt, lapping at it through his mask, brain misfiring at the taste of Soap. (9/15)
- the initially clean matches quickly devolving into more of a frosting fest than anything else. It didn’t feel as good with the packers though, their actual dicks not getting enough stimulation. So for the next sparring they both decided to forgo their usual silicone companions. (6/15)
- Either man hoping that the other wouldn’t notice the sudden lack of a part. But of course they notice, notice when their faces grind against crotches only to come away 𝒘𝒆𝒕, unmistakable scents mingling in the sweltering air around them. (7/15)