had to write a wee thing because i’ll go insane if i don’t
💀🧼 nsfw / mdni
"You're trouble, MacTavish."
Skilled hands do quick work of Ghost's belt and trouser buttons, his black cargo pants dropping to around his ankles as Soap stares up at him with smug accomplishment. The sound of passing footsteps doesn't deter both men from the task at hand as Johnny tugs out Simon's flaccid length, leaning close to smell the days worth of crotch sweat and unwiped piss drips.
Wetting his lips, Soap doesn't waste a second in taking the Lieutenant's cock into his mouth, feeling it engorge with blood around his tongue & teeth, it swelling thickly down his throat as he tries to suckle around the fullness.
Ghost's hands slip into the overgrown locks of Johnny's warhawk, fingers twisting into the roots until he has a good, tight grip of his subordinates hair. A wet garble of encouragement comes from below and Simon's grunting, thrusting his hips forward, stuffing his meat even further down the tunnel of Soap's constricting throat.