"take it off" "the mask?" "yes sir."

Summary:

disclaimer- ive never played COD lol and i cant write sex for shit but i needed to get this out of my head.

to lexiak- ur welcome for the meal 😋😋😋

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Work Text:

"The mask..take it off," Soap implored once again, heavy accent crackling through their shitty radios.

"Show my face?" Ghost replied, the mechanical clicking of his gun being cocked resounding in Soap's ears.

"Aye Sir."

"Negative." Soap internally sighed, once again rebuked.

"Are you ugly?" He asked, not that he meant it.

Not that it mattered. He didn't care what Ghost looked like, he just wanted to be trusted.

"Quite the opposite." Ghost quipped back, tone teasing his partner. Soap felt his face burn, and was glad his gear hid his face.

"I doubt that." He continued to goad the other, frustrated at the constant taunting from Ghost.

"Want me to show you?"

—--

So that was how John ended up kneeling on the hardwood floor of their stake- out barn, with his superior's legs resting on his shoulders.

"Come on MacTavish, you scared?" Simon goaded, his mask and gear strewn on the floor. John wasn't scared, just stunned, encapsulated by his partner's whole being.

"Naw, ye just pretty." John said, slowly running his hands down Simon's thick thighs.

"Oh shut up."

"Aye Sir."

Simon breathed out a noise of amusement, shifting slightly to put his hands on top of John's. He guided one to his half- hard cock, and placed the other on his chest.

"You're goin' to do what i tell you to, aren't you John?"

"Aye Sir." John muttered.

"Good boy."

Simon then took one of John's hands, his almost dwarfing the others, and languidly stroked his cock to full mast.

"You're getting me off, and then i might just let you fuck me." Simon ordered with a smirk, letting go of John's hand and using them to cushion his head instead.

"Mhm-" John preened at the praise, eagerly following whatever his lieutenant asked of him.

Simon really was beautiful, John thought, desperately wanting to kiss the rising blush on his partners cheeks and to squeeze his large pecs. Everything from the stubble on his chin to his curled snail trail was gorgeous and perfect and John thought that if he died tomorrow he would be truly happy.

But Simon hadn't told him to do anything else, so John restrained himself (barely, his fingers twitched where they rested under Simons on said large pecs.

"Mmh," Simon grunted softly, squeezing his doe-brown eyes shut.

"Sir?"

"Mmgh, faster-" He breathed out, a hitch in his gruff voice (to John, it was the best sound in the world).

John complied, what else was he to do with Simon moaning and writhing beneath him. At his touch.

"Ngh- yes John, mm n-AH-, just like that!" a litany of noises fell out of Simon's mouth as he came, thick cum spurting out of his flushed tip. John slowed his pace slightly, never stopping as Simon rode out his orgasm.

"Good boy, mmh." He murmured, grasping the hair at the back of John's head and bringing it to his bare chest. John sighed in contentment as he felt muscly arms wrap around him, warmth flooding his chest

"You better not fall asleep on me, MacTavish, I'm all sticky."

"Wouldn't dream of it, Sir."

Notes:

wallahi this is so not halal mode
(sorry aila and also fin who will get a notification that i posted this)