CW: intoxicated(high) oral, cock warming, wierd amount of spit talking
Ghostsoap weed smoking thoughts!!
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soap always feels his high first, but Ghost feels it longer. soaps mouth always goes slightly numb, his body weighing nothing while Ghost instantly gets couch locked despite them smoking from the same strain.
soap uses his tingling mouth as a reason to get the ghost off. he begs and begs to put his mouth on ghost's soft cock and warms it until ghost's body finally reacts slowly but surely. Ghost's body is too heavy at first for Ghost to try and will his cock to raise.
soaps mouth works around it. spit pooling on ghosts sack and slowly dripping down his thighs. soaps actions aren’t urgent, just on the right side of eager. As soon as ghosts dick is half hard, the scot looks up ghosts crotch and sees ghosts face;
red blush standing out, his eyes heavy and lidded “johnny…” he gets out, accent thicker than ever “earn it lad” something starts in soap and he’s bobbing his head in earnest as the cock finishes filling out. his lewd noises fill the room, the amount of spit increasing
ghost never lasts long during this, his body never feels like his own, almost like he’s looking down at the scene. he wraps his hands around the sides of scots head, fingers lacing in the grown out warhawk and fucks upwards
he’s using soap like a flesh light, his legs quivering with every thrust. everytime he feels the back of soaps throat contract he lets out a low moan, the sound reverberating off the wall “Johnny i’m…”
he lets out a loud groan and spills rope after rope down soap’s throats still holding the scots head he gives them man a chance to swallow before pushing his head all the way down, nose flush with his pubes “my baby boy, sucks cock so beautiful, cleans up his messes…”