t4t soapgaz who started t at similar times comparing voice drops by recording each others moans, comparing tdick sizes and ending up frotting with each other until they’re both coming wet and messy between their bodies
t4t soapgaz who started t at very different times, one much earlier in life and one only starting recently. helping each other with injections or rubbing gel into the others skin, always seeking each other out when it inevitably makes them horny, trying out new toys and dynamics together whenever they can
t4t soapgaz putting on a show for their superiors, always enjoying each other but desperate for price and ghost’s touch, making sure to get caught making out in empty meeting rooms or supply closets. even going as far as to dry hump on the couch in price’s office or pin each other to ghost’s desk
t4t soapgaz with mural oral fixations, going down on each other whether that’s eating pussy or sucking strap. riding each others faces or 69ing for hours, a feedback loop of pleasure as they moan against each others cunts and cocks
@yourveryownhusband yeah so i’m thinking about it are you
18+, ghoap, trans ghost, cunnilingus, brief bottom ghost, mile high club shenanigans
(this is sooooo inaccurate and self indulgent but i was on planes all day yesterday and thought of it so whatever)
what about the 141 having to take civilian flights sometimes, and while soap and gaz typically sit together in economy if they can (price goes for business because the seat is better on his back, yes he gets teased for it), none of them ever see ghost on the plane with them.
the sergeants joke about him just phasing into wherever they need to be, incorporeal like his namesake. but in the back of his head, soap can’t help but be genuinely curious about ghosts whereabouts.
maybe it’s an affect of being glued to ghost’s side on base, a form of separation anxiety soap would never admit to, but he wonders. not only does he never see ghost on the plane, he’s always miraculously at their destination first every single time.
it takes a while into their not-relationship for soap to finally find out. he’s lounging in ghost’s bed, sweaty and pliant, basking in the afterglow before he has to sneak back to his own room.
ghost is staring at him with uncanny intensity, but that itself isn’t unusual. soap can feel his gaz even splayed out on his back, eyes closed.
“fly with me tomorrow?”
it’s a low rumble when ghost finally breaks the silence, and when soap processes his words he immediately flops over to face him.
“really? finally gonna show me what you get up to away from the rest of us? special accommodations for those long legs of yours, you big bastard?”
ghost snorts, eyes never leaving soap’s face.
“something like that, johnny.”
not that he had too much in the way of expectations, but soap certainly didn’t expect to get picked up alongside ghost in a very fancy looking car. he figured they would go in ghost’s truck, maybe even take the train, but now he was running his hands over smooth leather backseats and trying not to be too obvious as he sneaks glances at the bare top half of his lieutenant’s face.
the black medical mask wasn’t something he saw often on ghost. he was more accustomed to the balaclava pulled up to rest on his nose, revealing ghosts scarred jaw and lips. seeing him in the sunlight without eye black was a treat too, and soap was already thinking about how he would try and put the image to paper.
the further along in their journey, the more confused soap got. they were dropped at the airport, whisked past the regular security lines, and ended up at their terminal in record time. they were first to board and soap could hardly believe the sight in front of him.
“we never see you in civilian flights because you’re in first class?”
ghost just lets out and amused grunt and leads soap to their seats, a generous word for what looked to soap like two mattresses shaped into chairs.
they were essentially in a small room together, the seats cut off from the aisle by a partition that the attendants would knock on to bring them food and drinks. soap never saw another passenger after he sat down, glancing over at how ghost had settled into his own seat with almost uncanny ease.
“i can’t believe we get on price’s ass for taking business when this is where you are every time gaz and i are crammed into economy,” soap grumbles.
ghost just blinks his eyes open to look lazily back at soap, his face crinkling in a way soap knows means he’s smiling under black fabric.
“it’s like you said, need room for all this,” ghost says, stretching out his legs along the length of the reclined seat.
“nice n’ private, too,” he adds, thick thighs straining against the fabric of his sweats.
soap swallows harshly and nods, dragging his gaze up from ghost’s legs, over how his shirt clings to his chest, finally up to his face.
ghost’s eyes are still crinkled in a smile, and all it takes is a nod of his head and a quick look around from soap for him to crawl his way over between ghost’s legs. reclined this way the seat is practically a bed and miraculously big enough to fit the two of them.
with a final glance at the partition, soap presses his face to the crotch of ghost’s sweats. he can smell sweat and musk, hands gripping ghost’s thighs with a fervor as he buries his face deeper.
eventually ghost pulls him off by the ‘hawk to push down his sweats and boxers, a trail of coarse blond hair leading to his swollen cunt.
the fabric is barely around his knees before soap is moaning against his skin, tongue sweeping out to catch the first drops of slick dripping from ghost.
with all the time he spends in this exact spot, you’d think soap would lose interest at some point or at least slow in his ferocity to devour. ghost certainly expected so, but after months of seeing soap’s enthusiasm never wane no matter how many times he’s tongue-deep in ghost’s cunt, he’s nearly accepted that soap really does just like it that much (seeing him cum untouched in his underwear just from eating ghost out ok multiple occasions certainly helped).
ghost doesn’t get too loud, at least not until he’s well into overstimulation, so soap is content with the small sighs and murmurs he hears as he laps at ghost’s little cock. he looks up, eyes shiny as he teases the pads of his fingers against ghost’s slit, puppy eyes begging for the go ahead.
he gets a half chuckle, half moan as he plunges his fingers into ghost’s wet heat the second he sees the nod of his head. the hands on his scalp are as needy as they are controlling, pulling soap closer as ghost’s nails scratched through the shaved sides of his head.
it’s takes a while for ghost to cum on a good day, but soap is nothing if not persistent and a quick learner. he knows where to press and how bard, what pace to keep when ghost’s eyes screw up in pleasure, how to work him through it even as his own cock pulses through an untouched orgasm.
he knows ghost well enough that he doesn’t have to ask before crawling up his body and slipping his soft, cum-covered cock into his cunt, collapsing onto his chest and nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
the press of lips to his temple is familiar, and he knows ghost can feel his contented smile against the skin of his throat as he drifts off.
i just think that soap is so cocky when he’s bottoming, teasing whoever’s on top of him as they thrust in and out, knows he feels good and isn’t afraid to use it to get what he wants. knows exactly how to clench down on a cock when it bottoms out, how to shake his ass and look over his shoulder when someone has him on his hands and knees, how to reach down and spread himself open when he’s on his back.
god forbid he’s gets on top, an absolute vision of strong thighs lifting himself up and slamming down, muscles bulging as he grins and pants. sure he’s taking up the ass but he’s not begging for it, it’s a gift and a privilege to be inside him and you’d better not forget.
when he tops though? that’s what turns him into a fucking slut. the second he sinks into a warm hole he’s gone, eyes glazed over, tongue lolling out, barely started and already babbling about how close he is. it’s why he never offers to top, especially with a hook up, embarrassed about how strung out and needy just a little stimulation to his cock gets him.
even blowjobs are dangerous territory, the wet suction making his brain fuzzy. he doesn’t trust himself to hold back, unable to control his hips as he chases the feeling, gagging sounds when he goes too deep only making him moan louder.
i just think that dom bottom AND sub top soap yknow?
little thing about my musician soap and stagehands ghost and roach idea from here (18+, not too explicit but soap is horny lol)
usually ghost and roach are both covered head to toe in black, heavy steel toed boots, thick work pants, hoodies, and of course their masks. but there’s only so much heat they can withstand once it starts getting warmer outside, already working up a sweat moving around heavy equipment on stage.
soap learns that hot days are a blessing, because no matter how annoying sweating bullets through his sound check is, it’s all worth it once his two favorite stage hands start losing layers.
he forgets the lyrics to his own most popular song when he first sees ghost strip off his hoodie, the black tank top underneath showing off not just his arms, but dipping low enough to expose his collar bones as well.
soap knows he needs to look away, focus on finishing his sound check, but the second he manages to tear his gaze from the sheen of sweat on ghost’s skin, roach peels off his own hoodie.
the tshirt under it is sinfully tight around his arms and torso, riding up a little and giving soap a peek of a happy trail that has him near drooling.
they seem like they’re off in their little world, and soap can’t help but be endeared by the way they seem to do everything together. ghost even grabs them both water bottles from the pack on the side of the stage (soap nearly trips on a cable the way he leans forward when ghost bends over to grab the waters.)
he finally manages to turn back to the empty venue he’s supposed to be facing as he does his sound check, but the flush reddening his face remains.
(he isn’t the only one who’s been staring - the view from behind soap as he prances around in his too-tight jeans is pretty good too, if you ask ghost and roach.)
love struck soap in his 20s with a puppy crush on ghost is great, but what about ghost who can’t get ahold of himself because while he can handle the desire he has for soap, the lust, there’s something else there and it scares him.
he’s a grown man, he’s been a grown man for years, and despite the cold persona he does know how to deal with his feelings thank you very much. he can acknowledge his attraction loud and clear, he’s far from the only one who’s partial to the spitfire scot. but this… crush? this giddy affection like he’s in secondary school again?
god he feels pathetic sometimes.
staring at soap as he spars or when he’s fresh out of the showers feels natural, appreciating the man’s body and how much he wants to touch him washes over him like the breeze outside during a smoke break.
what he can’t handle is the clench of his heart soap tries to eat as fast as possible in the mess so he can resume talking to ghost, but making sure he’s chewed and swallowed everything before he opens he mouth because he knows how much ghost hates the sound and sight of people trying to talk with their mouths full.
he can’t handle soap’s penchant for gifts without occasion either, the new metal lighter with a little skull engraved on it to replace his shitty plastic one seems like it burns a hole in his pocket, the warms spreading over his skin into a feeling of contentment that so foreign it takes him a while to put that name to it.
i just think that ghost should get freaked out by his own pining, frantically trying to figure out how his sergeant brought back a kind of attraction he hasn’t felt since before he could even grow a proper beard.
trans ghost and roach who together have a big collection of different toys they like to use on themselves and each other, especially when their captain is away. soap who comes across them one day while looking around for something in the closet, immediately tenting his sweats imagining his boys falling apart on silicone when they can’t have his cock.
most of the dildos are familiar enough, he’s seen his boys take each others straps, and on a memorable occasion, taken them himself. but there’s quite a few things that are new to him too, and soap can’t help but palm his cock thinking about the use of each one.
there’s a double ended strap that gets a small gasp out of him, thinking about just how pretty it would be seeing ghost fill himself up the harder he fucks roach, both of them trembling and whining and clawing at each other. he also spots a large wand, it’s got to be powerful looking at the size of it and soap throbs just imagining the sounds his boys would make being overstimulated with it, vibrations not slowing let alone stopping even after they’ve cum.
some of the plugs he sees are familiar too, ghost loved to feel full and how better to do that then plug his ass while his cunt gets pounded? roach isn’t unfamiliar with them either, likes to walk around base or go into meetings sometimes with one snug inside his hole.
one plug catches his eye though - something softer looking and differently shaped. it takes him a second but soap grows impossibly harder realizing it’s a pussy plug, almost like a small dildo but meant to stay snug inside a cunt.
it’s the image of being able to plug up his boys after coming inside that sends soap over the edge, humping his hand through his sweats and leaning on the closet doorway. he rolls his hips through the aftershocks, unable to think of anything but fucking his boys full and making sure they stay that way, marked by him inside and out.
he has no fucking idea what he was looking for in the damn closet.
@youredyingthatsallthereis got the toys brainrot from you hehe
after load-in is finished and the bulk of the equipment is set up on stage, the whole crew rotates taking smoke breaks. by now, no one questions it when ghost and roach make their way outside together — it’s almost an initiation ritual for any new hire to catch them shotgunning smoke between kisses in the back alley, if not more. everyone knows they’ll be back in ten ready to work, masks covering presumably kiss-swollen lips.
soap does not know this.
he tries not to be too obvious as he looks around after his sound check, hoping to spot the two masked figures he’s seen stalking around and lifting hundreds of pounds of equipment like it’s nothing. he’s always had a thing for big guys, especially strong ones, and after feeling both their stares on him? he’s itching to try and chat them up.
instead, he again tries to be subtle with his sigh of disappointment when there’s no sign of them, running his hand through his sweaty mohawk and making his way toward the back door for a smoke.
he’s got an unlit cig already dangling from his lips as he pushes open the door, which promptly drops along with his jaw as he sees the two men he was just thinking of.
a chance to talk and smoke with them would’ve been good, great even, but they don’t seem to be in the mood for conversation. he wouldn’t even be able to tell there were two men there at al if the one pinned against the wall wasn’t taller, having to bend his neck to press his lips to the other’s — at least soap assumes that’s what’s happening, all he can really see is the back of one head and the top of another.
he’s almost relieved he can’t see their faces. as much as he wants to, he would want it to be on their terms and not an accident. that doesn’t stop him from drinking up the details he can see — a stretch of tanned neck, tousled curls, hands moving under the back of a hoodie.
soap stares for longer than he should. can’t seem to tear his eyes away, not when his cig drops to the ground, not when a sliver of skin is revealed as one of the men’s hoodies is rucked up, not even when he hears an honest to god whimper from where they’re pressed together.
he only moves when warm brown eyes meet his before promptly fluttering shut, breaking soap out of his trance as he finally stumbles back through the door he never even fully got through.
soap stuffs his hands in his pockets and wills himself to walk at a normal pace toward the nearest bathroom, trying not to cum in his briefs from a kiss he didn’t even properly see.
outside, roach giggles into ghost’s mouth, thigh pushed between his and grinding meanly against his over-sensitive cunt. ghost’s grip on roach’s waist is surely leaving little finger shaped bruises, but he hardly notices as he tries to come down from his high.
roach peppers his face with kisses as his breathing slows, pulling back after a minute to roll their masks back over their mouths. he pats ghost’s cunt as he backs away, and the gleam is his eye says he’ll absolutely be teasing ghost later about coming from a little grinding and eye contact.
but for now they have to straighten out their clothes and get back to work, pretending like they aren’t planning to corner the pretty musician after his set and see if he’ll let them show him a good time.
thinking about roach eating ghost out on this fine day, wide eyed trained on ghost’s face, needing to see for himself how good he’s making ghost feel. on his knees still in soft pajamas, cock straining, unable to hold back after seeing ghost in nothing but roach’s shirt and boxers. hunger taking over seeing ghost leaning on the counter waiting for water to boil like he isn’t the picture of pure decadence.
it’s not even particularly frantic, just roach enjoying that ghost is his, has his clothes on, has his cunt rocking against roach’s tongue. ghost is a little shaky with pleasure but mostly warm and content with on hand on the counter keeping himself steady and the other in roach’a hair.
his orgasm sneaks up on him, seemingly knocked out of him with a long, indulgent suck to his tdick and the view of soap coming to lean in the kitchen doorframe, sweats low on his hips and a sated grin watching his boys.
it’s a chain reaction, ghost coming on roach’s tongue with a gasp and a whimper of, “bug, please,” bucking his hips and slumping more into the counter, pulling roach as close to his pulsing cunt as he can. roach shuffling forward until his clothed cock is pressed against ghost’s leg, all he needs to be spilling in his pants, still lapping at ghost’s slick.
soap coming toward them, unhurried, a hand sliding into roach’s hair alongside ghost’s keeping him on his knees and pressed between them.
