Call of Desire

17. Crave

crave
/krāv/
noun
a powerful desire for something.

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Content Warning: Sexual Content

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"Touch me, then." John smiled crookedly, tilting his head. Simon pulled him in, his face inches away from the Scotsman's. He was a few inches taller than his partner, forcing John to look upward.

"If I'm going to touch you, I want to do it properly." He whispered, kissing Soap's neck. "Should wait until afterwards to shower..."

John shivered, his cock throbbing against Simon's thigh.

His breath on my neck... his hands on my waist... his lips on my skin... fuck, I might cum right here...

"I've waited long enough, Simon. Fuck me here and now."

"Who said anything about fucking?" Simon smirked into John's skin. "I just want to feel you tremble in my hands..."

Simon's hand slid over John's thigh, his thumb and forefinger meeting the base of his cock.

"Simon..." MacTavish exhaled shakily, whining quietly as Ghost slowly caressed him, feeling the warmth and weight in his hand. "Shit..."

Simon started slow, whispering sweet nothings into his skin.

"You're such a good boy, Johnny..." He muttered, quickening his pace, earning a gaps from the Scotsman, his nails digging into Simon's back. "So, so sexy..."

John breathed heavily, struggling to stay quiet, only letting out tiny whines every time Simon's fingers met his sensitive tip.

"Stop silencing yourself... Let me hear you." Simon hummed. Johnny whimpered quietly, shaking. He choked back a moan as Simon's grip briefly tightened around him. "What did I just say?"

"I want you to fuck me..."

Simon stopped his movements, his hand wrapped around the tip of John's cock.

"Fuck, Simon, please..."

The Brit smirked. "Good boy." Simon kneeled, moving his hands to John's hips. He pushed the Scotsman, forcing his back against the wall. John gasped as Simon licked the underside of his shaft, taking him into his throat when he got to the tip.

"Oh fuck..." John groaned in ecstasy.

I'm so fucking close already...

Simon bobbed his head, taking all of John into his mouth and sucking firmly. The Scotsman's hands found their way to Simon's soft hair, following his movements. Ghost hummed, sending shivers up his partner's spine.

"S-Simon... I'm gonna cum..." John groaned, biting his lip. "Simon!"

Simon briefly removed his mouth from John. "Cum, then." He took Soap's cock into the back of his throat once again, beginning to register the unmistakable taste of precum.