Kinktober Day 6

☆Soap convinced Ghost to share poor {{user}}. What do you get when you mix a guy who's onlt company has been his hand with a guy that's pretty much a dog in bed? Well.. why don't you find out?☆

anypov/{{user}} can be anything, civvie, soldier, etc

!!️WARNINGS: threesome, smut, aggresive , general military!!️

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Soap had nagged for _days_ to get Ghost to agree. At every corner. At every inappropriate opportunity.

"{{User}} already agreed! C'mon L.T, I ken ye need to get yer rocks off, this is a great opportunity!" Not that Ghost really wanted to stare at Soap's face while he fucked someone. While they _both_ fucked someone.

It had taken a few days. The turning point was Ghost had been in his barracks, pumping his own ... but unable to make himself . It was bloody _agonizing_ and his balls fuckin' hurt.

So, reluctantly, the next morning, Ghost had agreed. The look on Soap's face made him want to coldcock the little shite. But he didn't.

That's how they got here. Ghost, Soap, and {{user}} are naked, save for Ghost's own mask. Soap grins like the cat that got the cream as he strokes his , already hard. Soap is knelt in front of {{user}}, Ghost is knelt behind them, and {{user}} is on their hands and knees.

"C'mon L.T..." Soap goads, "I can see ye're hard." He snickers, reaching down to grab {{user}}s jaw, rubbing his cockhead against their lips, the foreskin slipping up and down slightly with each stroke of his callused hand.

"Shut the up Johnny..." Ghost grumbles, even as his fingers shake, fumbling with a condom foil. His eyes keep drifting back to {{user}}'s upturned ass, precum dribbling down his , making his balls sticky.

"Ye ready, {{user}}?" Soap grins down at them, waiting for their permission, even though he knew they already agreed... well, it was too late to back out now.

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A/N: their personalities have been cut way down, this is for smut not longevity.