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It’s not that Ghost was never interested. He’s human, he has the same urges as most other people. He just never had time. Or didn’t trust anyone enough.
Now though…
Now he has Johnny.
Johnny, who doesn’t know Ghost is still a virgin.
Ghost is on his back on the bed, Soap hovering over him, body undulating against him and grinding their hips together teasingly. Ghost has played with himself countless times, both with his hands and with toys.
Nothing feels like this.
Even though they’re still fully clothed, Ghost is soaking his boxers. All he can really feel is the motion of Soap’s hard on through two layers of thick denim, but it’s the knowledge of what he’s doing to Soap that has him so worked up.
Something in his demeanor must tip Soap off though, because the man backs off momentarily, staring down at Ghost’s bare face, calculating. Ghost knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that he’s beet red, cheeks so hot he can feel the burn physically.
“Simon…” Soap starts. He stops and considers his words before adding, “Have ye-... have ye ever done this?”
Ghost cannot get any redder. Or so he thought, until he feels that heat roll down his face and spread to his shoulders, blushing so far down that he probably looks like he’s dying.
“I haven’t,” he admits shyly, turning his gaze down and to the left, avoiding soap’s.
Soap groans loudly, dropping his forehead to rest heavily on ghost’s chest. “Please,” he chokes out, “at least tell me ye’ve done it yerself.”
“Of course I have! The cock doesn’t have to be real for the orgasm to be!” Ghost defends indignantly, then promptly seals his mouth shut, because what the fuck kind of reply is that?
Apparently, the kind Soap likes, if the way his hips buck against Ghost’s thigh is anything to go by. “Hell’s bells, Simon, that’s so fuckin’ hot.”
He raises his head again, eyes heated. “D’ye think of me when ye’ve got somethin’ shoved in there?” He moves up until his groin is even with Ghost’s once more, settling on him, letting the pressure do the work for him. “D’ye think of how the real thing would feel? Fuck, Simon.”
Soap seems to have lost just as much of his composure as Ghost has by this point. “That’s-” Ghost stutters, jolting when Soap grinds just right, “That’s the plan, innit?”
The other chuckles, moving a hand to slide it under Ghost’s chin. “Aye, doll. That is the plan.” Those thick fingers wrap around his throat, not squeezing, just resting. “Gonna fuck ye so hard ye can’t even walk for days.”
Ghost swallows, suddenly feeling the intensity Soap is packing. He’s barely going to survive this, isn’t he?
Soap doesn’t hesitate to begin, leaning back on Ghost’s hips and encouraging him to take his shirt off by tugging on the hem. Ghost follows the suggestion wordlessly, wiggling out of the garment and tossing it off the bed, letting it land in a crumpled pile on the floor.
It takes a moment for Ghost to remember how vividly he’s flushed, only reminded by Soap’s hungry stare. He resists the urge to cover himself. It’s not like Soap hasn’t seen him before; the military doesn’t give those kinds of allowances, especially not in the field. Soap has seen everything Ghost has to offer, and is still here.
(what ghost doesn’t know is that soap has seen it all and wanted more. wanted to pull ghost close, take him apart piece by piece and reassemble him like a puzzle made to slot perfectly with his own parts. soap wants to lay ghost down, put himself between his spread legs, and eat ghost out until his jaw aches. he wants to fuck ghost into the mattress and make sure his cock is the only one ghost will ever need.)
(never in his wildest dreams would he imagine he’d be the only cock ghost has ever taken.)
Soap lays a soft kiss to Ghost’s sternum, right where the blush starts to fade. He slowly wanders downward, leaving a trail of gentle touches all the way to the button of Ghost’s jeans. There, Soap pops it open, pulls the zipper down with his teeth; Ghost throbs at the sight. He so desperately wants Soap to do something other than tease.
“Johnny, hurry up-”
“Patience, doll,” Soap scolds, taking a nipple between two fingers and rolling the piercing there harshly. Ghost arches under the touch. “We’ll get there. Have to treat ye right for yer first time.”
“Not made of glass,” Ghost mutters in return. Soap chuckles, hooking his fingers around Ghost’s waistband and all at once, yanking them down, boxers and all, leaving Ghost horribly exposed and entirely unprepared for it.
Instinctively, his legs try to slam shut, to hide himself from Soap, but the man catches his knees and holds them, admiring the sight of Ghost’s slick pussy, which is twitching under the scrutiny. Ghost feels that blush creep further south, somehow still not finished spreading.
“Yer a fuckin’ sight, ye are,” Soap breathes. He leans forward, moving closer, until his breath fans out across Ghost, making him clench around nothing, unused to the closeness. “And to think, no one else’s ever gotten to see this, touch this, but me. Let’s get to it, aye?”
With that, he wraps his arms around Ghost’s thighs and latches on.
Ghost may or may not scream, so thrown by the abrupt sensation. Soap sucks his cock into his mouth, relentlessly rolling the nub with his tongue, working Ghost into an orgasm much faster than he has ever achieved on his own. He pulses, coming already, rapidly approaching overstimulation but unwilling to make Soap let go.
Soap seems just as unwilling to separate.
“Beautiful,” Soap murmurs against Ghost, hot and heavy. Ghost shudders, reaching down to grip tightly at his mohawk. There’s not much to grab, but Ghost makes it work, and the moan he’s rewarded with makes it worth it, vibrating through his cunt like one of his favorite toys.
It’s truly like nothing he’s ever felt. Toys could never compare to it, too cold, too fake, too nothing. But having a partner, someone to keep going, even when Ghost’s legs shake and his heart pounds, it’s totally different.
He never wants Soap to leave that spot.
The second orgasm takes a little longer, but is no less intense. Soap massages him through it, prolonging it as he stares at Ghost’s face, looking so besotted by what he finds that Ghost nearly tips over a third time just from the expression.
When the last remnants fade, Soap crawls up once more and gives ghost a sloppy kiss, sharing the taste of him. Ghost groans; it’s never something he thought he’d like, but coming from Soap’s mouth, it may very well be nectar from the gods.
Ghost returns the kiss enthusiastically, cradling Soap’s face and keeping him right where he is until Ghost is done cleaning what he can from Soap’s cheeks and chin.
“Fuckin’ filthy, Simon. A virgin, an’ yet yer already so desperate for it? Gonna be an insatiable little slut, just for me?”
The noise Ghost makes echoes in the otherwise empty room. The thought of him being so dirty, and only for Soap to enjoy, it sinks deep into his bones and settles there, making a home in his marrow; Ghost can practically feel his chemical makeup changing just from the experience.
“It’s a miracle, eh, that yer so perfect for me, aye?” Soap begins, hand idly tracing shapes on Ghost’s abdomen as it goes down, down, down-
“Made just for me,” he continues, fingers tapping out rhythm that goes lower, closer to the destination Ghost craves. “Made only for me.”
Soap’s digits bypass Ghost’s cock entirely and goes right in, curling and shoving Ghost hard over the edge. Ghost might sob a bit from it, dazed and overwhelmed as he feels wetness drench the sheets. He vaguely registers Soap’s sharp intake of breath of his own.
“Steamin’ Jesus, Simon, did ye just squirt for me?” Soap asks incredulously. Ghost, ass sitting mildly uncomfortably in the evidence, just nods, still unbelievably embarrassed by the whole situation. He’s never done that before. Is this really how different it is, to have someone else here to-
“Gonna fuckin’ kill me,” Soap groans, still idly stroking Ghost inside. He absently adds another finger, crooking them again as Ghost whimpers. He’s only really doing it for preparation purposes now, getting Ghost ready to take Soap’s certainly larger than average… gift.
Ghost pants where he lays, three orgasms in and weak from the force of them. He doesn’t think he could move, even if Makarov knocked on the door.
After several minutes of prepping Ghost, scissoring his fingers inside and stretching him as adequately as possible, Soap finally withdraws. Ghost whines unexpectedly, missing the contact as soon as it leaves.
Until he sees Soap discard his own pants, cock hanging heavily between his legs, hard and leaking and that is definitely going to split Ghost in half-
“Johnny-”
“It’ll fit,” Soap interrupts, heading off the hesitation. Ghost is still wary, but he trusts Soap; he lifts his head to watch as Soap lines up.
Soap takes his cock and teases Ghost with it briefly, rubbing the head of it on Ghost’s own, eliciting a full-body twitch from the man below him. Satisfied with the reaction, Soap pulls back, sets up, and sinks in, slowly feeding Ghost inch after agonizing inch.
Ghost has never felt more full than he does right now. Rationally, he knows Soap has inserted what amounts to ‘only the tip’, but it’s completely different than any toy he’s ever used. It’s warm, for one thing, practically searing, as it presses further and further in. Ghost actually has to stop Soap multiple times, just to adjust.
Soap looks increasingly frazzled with every pause.
“Fuck, Ghost, yer so tight,” Soap grits out, stilled at Ghost’s request. “Virgin is fuckin’ right.”
“Is there any fucking end to you?!” Ghost manages to spit out. None of his toys have ever hit this deep. Soap is reaching spots Ghost didn’t even know existed.
“Almost-”
Without warning, Ghost is bombarded with a sharply painful pleasure, zipping up his spine and pulling a deafening moan from him. Soap’s hips finally press against Ghost’s, but Ghost is way too distracted by whatever that is to notice.
“What the fuck is that?!” he gasps.
“Jesus Christ, Simon, think that’s yer cervix,” Soap replies, disbelieving. “Am I hittin’ yer cervix?”
That would explain the pain portion, at least. Ghost wouldn’t ever have though he’d be one for cervix play, but if this is how it felt, then he’s all fucking for it. “Think it is,” Ghost answers. “Fuck me, Johnny, please.”
Ghost wraps a hand around the back of Soap’s neck and yanks him down, heads pressed together, and whispers, “Show me why you’re the only cock I’ll ever need.”
Soap breaks.
He pulls out nearly all the way and slams back in, nailing that spot so far inside that Ghost shrieks, blinded by that double-edged sword of stimulation. Little grunts of effort slip from Soap with every thrust.
Ghost seals their lips, kissing him greedily, swallowing all those little noises Soap is producing. Soap takes his own in return, every moan that he punches out of Ghost.
Ghost unsurprisingly orgasms first. It crashes over him, making him clench around Soap, spasming wildly. Soap follows him very shortly after.
While they both lay afterward catching their breath, Ghost laughs and chances a glance at Soap. Soap is staring at him reverently; it makes Ghost blush again, to be regarded in such a loving manner.
“What’s funny?” Soap prods.
“You, Johnny. Was my inexperience really that good?”
“Simon.”
Ghost directs his full attention to Soap at the tone, eyes catching Soap’s and holding.
“Are ye suggestin’ that I wouldn’t be unbelievably turned on by the fact that the man I love will only ever belong to me? That I don’t ever have to be jealous, because he’s only ever been and only ever will be mine?” Soap clasps their hands. “I took yer virginity, Simon. I couldn’t think of a single thing hotter than that.”
Ghost diverts his gaze again. “You’re so fucking sappy, you know that?”
“Aye, I’ve been told,” Soap smirks.
Ghost sighs.
(he’s already thinking about next time)
(maybe he will be soap’s insatiable little slu-)