Love is danger

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Lips crashed against eachother, while the Lieutenants back meet the wall, a breath escaped him, suprised from the force behind it.

The taste of alcohol and cigarettes still in both man's mouths, while their tongues played together.

Soaps hands were caged around the other soldiers waist, even if one left the body to fumble -without much success- for the doorknob.

Grinning against the heated kiss, Ghost pushed the Sergeant slightly away -not breaking the kiss- and opened the door himself.

"Fucking finnaly..." The scot groaned with an impatient need behind it, grabbing Ghost by his shirt and almost shoving him inside.

With a kick the door landed closed behind them, which neither of them realized. They were to much into the moment.

Ghost moved backwards, when his thighs hit the bed he let himself fall backwards, pulling Soap right on top of himself.

Their crotches meet and both bodies shudder from the electricity running through their lower region.

Sitting up and breaking the kiss with that, Soap straddled the Lieutenants hips, feeling the bulge press against his ass.

"Someone's quiet eager, huh LT?" His voice laced with a Scottish accent and a lot of tease.

"Look at yourself, Johnny." Ghost answered and moved his hips up, letting his lower stomach rub over Soaps erection.

A moan escapes the Sergeants mouths. "You bastard." He groaned and pulled his shirt off, throwing it somewhere away from the bed.

Leaning back down, their lips crashed back together, more urgently than before. Hands wandered over Ghost chests, gliding down his sides and urgently opened his belt.

Almost ripping the zipper down with a bit to much strenght, Ghost couldn't stop the smirk from rising up on his lips.

Watching Soap being so eager for him was hot, so fucking hot. "Let me help ya..." He hummed and quickly stripped out of his pants, before leaning up and reaching for the brim of the Sergeant trousers.

Soap made a pleased hum, letting Ghost do the work, while he placed random kisses all over the blond man's jaw.

Both didn't care to leave marks, most of the time the gear would hide them and if not, the others never asked. Probably thinking it were bruises from training or something.

"Hm, you're so hot Simon." Soap hummed between kisses, his eyes glazed over by lust and something much deeper. Love.

"I hear that a lot Sergeant." Ghost chuckled, pulling down the pants in the same moment, but Soap couldn't really wait anymore.

He stood up from the bed and pulled them off himself, while the Lieutenant did the same with his shirt.

The blond smirked as he saw the cock of his boyfriend being fully hard. "You really are happy to see me, huh?"

The Scott leaned back over Ghost again, crawling over him and agreeing with a shaky, lustful breath. "The happiest."

"Oh yeah? Show me how happy." Soap instantly reached for the soldiers boxershorts, but didn't pull them off yet.

He looked up, made eye contact and asked with a soft voice. "You're really alright with it?"

Ghost looked at him and felt a warmth in his chest, before he smiled and nodded. "Rip em off and fuck me Johnny."

"Yes Sir." Soap whispered with a soft smile and kissed him, a kiss full of love... before he ripped the boxers off of his partner.

The blond shivered as the cold air hit his erection, which was grabbed by a hand, making him moan.