Unseen | Ghost x Soap

Chapter 59: Connection (WARNING)

Ghost's POV:

The base was quiet, the only sounds coming from the occasional creak of the building settling and the distant hum of the generators. It was late, and most of the team had already turned in for the night. I sat on the old couch in the common room, Johnny nestled against my chest. My hand moved in slow, soothing circles on his back, and I could feel the tension slowly leaving his body.

We sat in comfortable silence for a while, the soft glow of the single lamp casting a warm light over us. His warmth against me was comforting, and I felt a sense of peace I hadn't experienced in a long time. It was a rare moment of quiet in our chaotic lives, and I wanted to savor every second of it.

Eventually, Johnny shifted, looking up at me. Our eyes met, and I saw a flicker of something in his gaze-desire, need, something deep and raw. He glanced down at my lips and then back up into my eyes, his intention clear.

Without a word, he leaned in, capturing my lips in a gentle, deep kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, full of unspoken words and emotions. I kissed him back, my heart pounding in my chest as I poured everything I had into it.

We kissed for what felt like an eternity, our lips moving together in a rhythm that was both familiar and new. Johnny moved from my lips to my jaw, trailing kisses down to my neck. I tilted my head back, giving him better access, a soft sigh escaping my lips.

His hands moved down my chest, slipping under my shirt to touch the skin beneath. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine. Slowly, he pushed my shirt up and over my head, discarding it on the floor.

His lips followed the path his hands had taken, kissing my neck, then trailing down my chest to my stomach, to my abdomen. I could feel the heat pooling in my crotch, the desire burning through me.

He reached for my belt, undoing it slowly, his fingers trembling with anticipation. He unzipped my pants, tugging them down until they were at my thighs. Then he gently pulled off my boxers, exposing me completely.

He kissed my inner thigh, trailing kisses up until he reached my crotch. He teased me, his breath hot against my skin, before taking me into his mouth. I let my head fall back, a deep groan escaping me as I dug my hands into his hair.

"Fuck, Johnny," I swore, my voice rough with need. "You feel so fucking good."

He kept sucking slowly, making sure to drive me crazy, holding back just enough to keep me on edge. My hips bucked into his mouth, seeking more friction, but  he kept his pace torturously slow.

"Please," I panted, my voice strained, "Johnny, please..

He went faster, his mouth moving up and down my length, my moans growing louder. My eyes rolled back, my body trembling with the effort to hold back. But just before I could finish, he stopped, pulling his mouth off of me.

"Johnny," I groaned, my eyes blazing with desire. "What the fuck are you doing?"

He looked up at me, a small smile playing on his lips. He reached for his own pants. He undid them slowly, slipping them off along with his boxers.

My eyes followed his every movement, my breathing ragged. "You're killing me, Johnny," I said, my voice filled with raw emotion.

He kissed my inner thighs, trailing kisses up and higher until he was leaning over me at my neck. My hands found his hips, guiding him to straddle me. Our lips met in a desperate kiss, the need between us almost unbearable.

I positioned myself at his entrance, and slowly, l entered him. He moaned into my neck, the sensation overwhelming.

"Simon," he gasped, his voice trembling. "Oh, fucking hell..."

I held him steady, my hands firm on his hips. "I know," I murmured, my voice a soothing balm. "You're doing so good. So fucking good."

He began to move, bouncing on my lap, our bodies moving together in perfect sync. The room was filled with the sounds of our moans and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, building to an intensity that left me breathless.

"Fuck, Johnny," I panted, my voice rough with need. "Good boy, just like that.."

The heat between us grew, the tension building to a crescendo. I could feel myself getting close, the pleasure almost too much to bear. "Simon," he moaned, his voice breaking. "I'm.. so fucking close.."

I thrust up into him, my own control slipping. "I know, baby, I know.."

With a final, deep thrust, I felt myself finish inside him, the sensation sending me over the edge. I cried out his name, my body shuddering with the force of my release. He followed shortly after, collapsing onto me, both of us panting and sweating.

For a long time, we stayed like that, basking in the afterglow of our shared intimacy. I could feel his breath against my skin, his heart beating against mine.