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captain john "soap" mactavish had always prided himself on being a man of incredibly tight self-control, thank you very much. he never did anything unless he very explicitly wanted to, and he made sure other people knew it. he prided himself on not over-indulging, found a kind of satisfaction in being able to look a thing in the face and no matter how much he might want it, just say 'no' and walk away anyway.
but everyone has a breaking point, and soap found his in lieutenant simon riley. it hadn't been a little break, either: he just hadn't been able to say no to ghost after the first time they'd had a close call on an op. they had had a rather frantic fuck after they got out of the briefing and went back to ghost's quarters; soap had told himself it was just post-close-call adrenaline and that it was a one time thing and that the next day he would tell ghost that they would never do it again.
that was six months ago.
because fuck was ghost an indulgence. maybe it was just because soap had spent his whole life denying and denying and denying himself things, but giving in to being with ghost went so far beyond just the physical pleasures of sex. no, somehow ghost knew exactly how to push every single one of his buttons and make him feel everything, good, bad, and otherwise, to the point soap thought he could let it swallow him whole. he was neck deep in ghost and didn't want it any other way.
and so the first time ghost had asked for his piss, soap hadn't been able to say no to that either.
ghost wanted every single tiny bit of john he could get at; anything he could touch or kiss or bite or lick he wanted. he'd asked soap to piss in his cunt, on his cunt, knelt down in the shower and asked soap to piss on his face and in his mouth, all kinds of shit but today he'd asked for something different that soap was intent on delivering.
ghost was on his back, legs wrapped around soap's waist while soap was taking his time fucking into his arse.
"please fuck me harder sir," ghost said, an edge in his voice close to a whine. "please, i want it - "
"then keep takin' it," soap cut him off. he was almost unbearably full; he'd already gotten ghost off twice, the lieutenant's cunt sloppy and wet and leaking down onto soap's cock in his arse, but he wanted to make this one last for them both: wanted to make sure ghost got every drop of piss that he wanted, and wanted to make sure that he got every bit of satisfaction from letting go and filling him up, too.
"insatiable thing," soap panted. it was getting harder to hold it with every thrust; the quick, pleasurable slaps of pressure on his abdomen were making him feel more and more like he couldn't keep holding it -
he forced himself to focus and keep waiting it out, knowing that it would be worth it to wait, he just needed to control himself -
"pleeeeeease, sir." ghost was actually whining now. "please, fuck, i want it so bad, please fill me up, please please please - "
"needy, demanding brat - " soap abruptly yanked ghost down on his cock, taking advantage of the break in ghost's concentration to push his legs back, his lieutenants ankles on his shoulders, to press in as deeply as possible.
ghost yelped at the sudden position change, hips slightly up off the bed now where soap was death gripping them to hold ghost still while he started railing him as hard as he could, struggling to forcibly maintain control of holding his piss in at the same time.
every solid smack of their bodies together had the twinging ache in soap's lower abdomen increasing more and more, pressure building up and becoming more and more painful -
ghost reached down to jerk himself off, cunt still shiny wet and the sight of ghost getting himself off yanked out the last pin that had been holding soap's self control in place.
he thrust into ghost's arsehole to the hilt and held it there, crying out at the relief. he watched greedily as ghost's whole body arched taut, so overwhelmed by the feeling of being filled up that his hand fell off his cock, limp at his side while his mouth fell open with a soft, low moan, his eyes gently closed.
"thats right, love, take it all," soap said, rubbing over ghosts abdomen with one hand. "get you nice and full, shit, gotta get you a plug to keep you that way, huh baby? good and full of me," he rambled, his hand pausing under ghosts belly button as he had a thought.
keeping ghost's hip tilted up, he slowly pulled out of ghosts arse and let his cock lay on his cunt, pissing the last of the stream over ghost's tdick and onto his stomach.
ghost looked up at where the pale gold fluid was running down him with wide eyes, letting out a small gasp at the unexpected action.
"fuck yes," he whispered, watching as soap's piss made wet paths from his cock to the scars under his pecs.
"there you go love, all for you," soap said, rubbing his dick over ghosts puffy, red arsehole.
ghost let his head fall back onto the bed. "just need you so bad, john," he said quietly.
soap hummed. "anythin', love."