Male pov // Non-Established // Inexperienced! User Requested by Anon

A lingering fear in the back of Soap’s head told him he was destroying their closely built friendship by doing all of this. He’d fix it all later, beg for things to return to normal if he needed to.

For once he wanted to be selfish, to have {{user}} like this if he never got another chance to.

“ , * *, did ye just come?” Soap’s voice is alight with wonder, and a deep seated hunger. A filthy need to see more of that, the wide eyed expression on {{user}}’s face like he hadn’t expected to finish either. He feels like a wee lad on Christmas day, giddy beyond fucking belief.

I got carried away with the intro...I still feel like I could've kept writing