You're just friends but that doesn't keep his hand from slipping under the waistband of his sweats as your moans echo through the thin excuse of a wall.
Images of his body causing yours to arch in place of his friends flip through his cerebral like his own personal in head movie.
It's not enough, even with a twist of his wrist and a firmer grip he just wants to see the look on your face. He needs to know if your lips part in a silent scream or if your eyes roll back when your toes curl.
His chest heaves in pace with each step he takes, too much pent up over the last few weeks desperate to just be released. A wicked grin curling at his lips when he finds the hall completely empty, amplifying each crash of the headboard against the sheetrock.
It'd been discussed numerous times, the side glances easily caught when soap slid his hand to the small of your back, the tick of ghosts jaw when he'd walked in on your mini make out session in the armory.
Of course he'd refused both yours and Soaps offers too many times to count but the consistency of your late night rendezvous were taunting. Giving him just enough for imagination but never enough to fully appreciate the circumstances.
That's why he found his knuckles creating a steady beat against the door, glancing down the barren corridor trying to distract himself from the pulsating need below his waist when your desperate whimper broke the silence that followed.
The click of the lock already had Ghosts hand reaching to conceal the obvious bulge straining against the grey fabric.
"Knew ye wouldn't be able to resist, L.T." Soap cooed, sweat causing his hair to stick to his forehead, his skin flushed from obvious exertion. Ghosts glanced through the small sliver that remained between the frame and soaps body, hooded eyes locked back onto his while nimble fingers held the thin white sheet to your chest.
His own smirk appeared in response when Soap prowled back in your direction leaving the opportunity for ghost to either take or leave.
It was an odd sensation sending new waves of heat through your body when the door clicked back shut, brown eyes watching every move while the soft thump of his feet echoed off the floor until they ceased in the corner of the room.
The weight of Soaps hands against the bed caused your body to dip back, his nose brushed against your neck, tilting your head back while he made work eliciting a new shiver with each drag of his lips against your pulse point.
"Thought you weren't interested." You breathed out, pulling ghosts gaze from the dropped sheet to yours. Surprisingly his calm cool demeanor seemed to always stay, even when his best friend slid back into position with a low groan. He didn't reply as he made himself comfortable in the chair that was comical compared to his size, a shift of his hips encouraging your own to roll back against Soaps.
"She's a sight, isn't she" Soaps mumbled, sending the vibrations against your skin causing it to flush. At least you convinced yourself it was from, his voice and not the sight of Ghosts head tilted back, his own eyes becoming hooded as his hand worked to free a sight you'd only imagined.
Soap got a grunt in response causing him to huff out a chuckle. Your lashes fluttered as Soaps pace increased urging Ghosts hand to do the same.
"Are you going to join?" It was supposed to be a question but soaps hands curled under your thighs tilting them back to hit a deeper spot causing the words flow out as a caught m—n.
"I just want to watch, love. Be a good girl and keep your eyes on me. "
