"Look at you, face on the ground arse up with yer legs spread apart and cum covering yer thighs, chest and face." Ghost snickered crouched down infront on soap, hand reaching over to cup his face and caress his cheek with his thumb. Soap huffed and rolled his eyes, he hated the fact his hands were tied. It made it difficult for him to move which he hated more then anything, the feeling of rope rubbing against rough skin wasn't exactly comfortable. "Would be a shame if I were to leave you tied up here." Ghost grinned as he spoke pulling his hand away and standing up. He moved behind soap and crouched down the pretty much the same height as before and reach out his hands once again but this time grabbing both of soaps ass cheeks, spreading them and grinning. Earning a groan from soap in reply to the action, "how many rounds was that, 2? 3? Or did you forget to keep track." Soap huffed out. "And my ass hurts."
"Oh come on, you were enjoying yer self luv. Stop yer complaining, yer the one that was practically begging for it. And I think it was 3." Ghost groaned out in reply.
"Maybe I should leave you here tied up since you want to be a brat."
That got soaps attention. He wouldn't really leave him in here? Would he?
Well I guess he would. Soap flinched at the sound of the door of the closet the two had been caught up in after getting back on base after a mission.
Welp, soaps fucked.
Well he already was but you get what I mean.
I don't think I'll get around to finishing this
It's weeks old
