Soap turned off the car and opened the door, stepped out, stretched, and shut the door. Fuuuuck, work was killing him. All he wanted was to get back to Ghost and cuddle in bed, now he was there and all he had to do was... walk through the front door, and put his stuff away... God damnit. He groaned and walked up the driveway, grabbing the front door key and shoved it into the keyhole. He twisted it until the door opened with a quiet squeak.
He could barely shout out "Babe, Ah'm home!" before Ghost was walking down the stairs. He shut the door and hung his coat up, toeing his shoes off too, "Afternoon, love," Soap said and walked to Ghost. Who pushed him away gently, "Ran a bath for you, go wash up. You smell like oil," Soap laughed and made his way to the stairs, "Ye love it."
Ghost followed, "S'pose I do." They parted ways, Soap going to the bathroom and Ghost going to the bedroom. The Scot pealed his clothes off, grimacing at the sweat and grime that stuck to his skin, releasing a stench that made him recoil. Ghost was right to want him to bathe. He tested the temperature of the water, then that he had everything; shampoo, conditioner, body wash (Ghost threw away his 3-in-1, saying it was unhygienic and not washing himself properly. Who knew that The Ghost cared about hygiene?), loofa (again, Ghost threw away his old cloth that was due for a change anyway, saying it was gross), and a towel for afterwards. Yep. Everything was here.
Soap held onto the towel rack and lifted a leg, stepping into the warm bath. Once he was balanced, he put his other leg in and let go of the towel rack, then sat down. Jesus, the water felt heavenly on his tired body. He spent a few minutes soaking in the water before washing his hair, scrubbing away the gross mix of sweat, and grime, and probably a bit of oil, from his mohawk. Once that was done, he scrubbed his body red. Soap would have shaved too, but he just wanted to get out and lie with Ghost.
He dropped the loofa into the water, now murky with dirt. He lifted himself out, stood on the bathmat, and grabbed the towel Ghost set out for him. Soap smiled and dried off a little, just enough so he wouldn't drip water everywhere, and stepped over to the sink, blue towel now wrapped around his hips. He grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste, put a bit on the bristles, and started scrubbing, standing for three minutes doing that before putting it all back. Just before he left the bathroom, he unplugged the tub to let the water drain.
Doing one final look over the area to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything, he left. Soap walked down the hallway to their bedroom and opened the door, groaning at the sight of Ghost, shirtless in bed, "Fuck baby, ye have no idea what ye do to me," he groaned and dropped the towel, getting into bed beside his husband. Soap ran his hands up Ghost's tummy, rubbing the small stretch marks, before squeezing at his tits.
Ghost lightly smacked Soap's hands away and lifted the blanket, giving Soap a glimpse of his naked body before he's tugged onto Ghost, laying on top of him. "Well, if ye wanted me on top o' ye, could'a asked," the Scot teased before being pulled down, head planted between Ghost's thick tits. He grinned and tilted his head to look at Ghost, "Comfiest cushion ever," he said and pressed a kiss to the skin there.
The Brit rolled his eyes light-heartedly and ran a hand through Soap's hair, "You're still tense, you got to relax, Johnny," he said and nudged Soap's head towards his left tit. Soap took the message and smiled before putting his mouth around Ghost's nipple, beginning to suckle slowly. All tension left his body as the smooth milk of Ghost's breast coated his tongue, letting him taste the sweetness of it. His eyes fluttered shut as he sucked on Ghost's pert nipple, groaning quietly around a half mouthful of milk.
He felt Ghost's hand twirl a strand of his hair around rough fingers, "There you go, baby, such a good boy," he heard, and felt, him say, chest vibrating with the deep voice. Soap couldn't help himself and started slowly grinding his hips forward, rubbing his cock on Ghost's wet cunt. He felt his dick get hard, throbbing against the warm pussy. He moved his hips back, reached down, and tried to guide his leaking dick into Ghost's pussy, but a hand on his chest stopped him. "Ask nicely, baby," was cooed into his ear, other hand gently tugging him off the nipple.
Soap looked up at Ghost, eyes half lidded, "Please, dear... Please, may Ah put my dick in ye?" he whispered, pouting. How could Ghost say 'no' to that? The hand stopping him from pushing in removed itself and Ghost smiled, "That's better, what a good boy. You can put it in, but keep your hips still." Soap whined, "But Ah wanna fuck ye..." he whispered. "Cockwarming, or no pussy at all," Ghost warned. He pouted harder, "Fine..."
He lined up again and pushed into Ghost's pussy, grunting, holding back a low moan at the tightness and warmth of Ghost. A quiet noise from Ghost filled his ears, as well as a muttered "Good boy." Soap nuzzled into Ghost's neck, nipping at the pale skin there, "Remember, no fucking me. Just let me cockwarm you, baby," Ghost whispered to him before carefully pushing Soap's head back to his tit, "Keep nursing, honey."
He took his husbands nipple back into his mouth, cock twitching and leaking in Ghost's pussy, yet he doesn't try move. The effect it all has on him has Ghost smiling. Soap becomes calmer and more relaxed, growing tired as he swallows Ghost's warm breastmilk. He keeps nursing, whining quietly with each mouthful. He dozed off against Ghost's nipple, mouth still sucking it till it's dry.
Ghost slid his hands under Soap's head and moved him to his right breast, shushing the whine that comes from Soap as he awakens at the movement, "Shhh, baby. Just movin' you," was whispered above Soap's head.
Soap sucked on Ghost's full nipple greedily, eyes closing in contentment, nursing on Ghost's tit. He begins to doze off again, suckling becoming slightly slower. Ghost smiled and swiped his thumb over Soap's chin, wiping away a dribble of milk. He shuddered as Soap whined around his tit, the cock in his cunt spilling more pre-cum into him.
He yawned a little, rubbing Soap's back gently, "Goodnight, hun," he whispered into Soap's ear before tucking the blanket tighter around them and closing his own eyes, letting the warm embrace of sleep pull him down.
"Love you, Johnny," Ghost whispered before he fell asleep, arms wrapped around Soap, holding the snoring man close, filled with Soap's softening dick, truly content for once.
