Little SoapGhost oneshots

-" Ruffling Your Feathers "- Pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥

Part 2 was requested, so here it is!
SMUT
(Setting is 'morning' after last chapter)
Bottom: EXTREMELY SLUTTY Soap Top: Ghost

3rd Person PoV:

Ghost woke up to three knocks on the door of his private quarters. He groaned and looked over at his clock. 3 A.M. who the fuck is waking him up this early on one of his only off days? He just got to sleep a few hours earlier before being... interrupted.

Ghost slowly got up out of bed and his feet hit the frigid floor with two hollow thumps. He stood slowly and shuffled his way to the door, his wing tips brushing softly against the linoleum floor

"Who is it?" He grumbled, unlocking the door before opening it to see Soap. Wait, Soap? Why is he here? Why is he so red? Why is- oh.

"You aren't quiet, you know." Soap walked into Ghost's room, shutting and locking the door quickly behind him, his wings flared slightly and he walked closer to Ghost.

"Why didn't you tell me you loved me?" Soap asked, sounding annoyed. His wings flutter, blowing little gusts of air at Ghost's semi-nude body.

"Loved you? Wha-" The Brit tried to protest, but his testament was interrupted by Soap flaring up his dark brown wings and puffing out his chest.

"Don't even try to retaliate, I heard you moaning my name when you were jerking off earlier. I just want to know why you didn't actually tell me, it's making me pissed." Soap glared at Ghost, his wing fanned out broadly behind him.

"You're angry at me? You're the one who snuck into my room and touched a very intimate part of my body and you're angry?" Ghost's own wings fluff up and he pushes his chest against Soap's trying to intimidate him.

"Wait... what?" Soap looked confused, he didn't touch him intimately, right? He touched his secondary and primary feathers from what he can remember, but...

"You don't remember leaning down, kissing my back and running your hands under my feathers?" Ghost looked at him sternly, his wings now completely spread out, making him look bigger and intimidating than he already was.

"I- uhm... no?" The brunette's wings tucked neatly behind his back in submission while a bright blush crowded his face. Whether the blush was from embarrassment or the fact that Ghost was pushed against his own body and asserting himself, however, nobody knows.

"Really you don't? You were running your soft hands all through my scapulars and you were massaging and playing with them." Ghost leaned back away from Soap, tucking his wings and huffing frustratedly.

"No... I actually have no remembrance of that." Soap shook his head no and looked at the floor, the blush growing darker and his feet shifted from side to side.

"I remember. You may have thought you were sneaky coming in here and slipping away, but I was awake as soon as you opened the door." The blond slowly walked forwards, and Soap attempted to back away. Soap kept stepping back until his wings hit a wall, but Ghost kept moving.

"You are not getting away with this anytime soon." Ghost kept poking and prodding at Soap's chest angrily, the brunette now being sufficiently pinned against the wall by Ghost's large hands.