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The bed creaked as Ghost continued to thrust into you, your moans weren't exactly quiet, filling the room along with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. "That's it, taking it so well." he growled out as he hiked your legs onto his shoulders to go harder.
Soap was outside the door, he had been woken up from the sounds and decided to go see what it was, but when he heard your moans, he couldn't bring himself to leave, listening in and imagining it was him fucking you instead, those sweet moans filling his ears. Soap had accidentally stepped on a creaky floorboard that was right by the door, causing Ghost to snap out of it and look over, recognizing the footsteps.
"You listening in Johnny?" he called out with a smug smirk, he pulled out of you, hearing you whine, he tapped your thigh and walked over to the door, catching Soap trying to sneak away.
Soap groaned internally at being caught, how would he even explain himself for this? "Sorry L.T, I uh..m.." he trailed off awkwardly.
"Don't care, you wanna join in or not?" he asked, his smirk hidden under the Balaclava he was wearing. Soap was not expecting an invite to this..but he definitely wasn't complaining.
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and now, Soap's cock was down your throat as Ghost pounded into you from behind. "That's a good fucking slut." Ghost rasped out, voice gruff from lust.
Soap's hand was gripping your hair, tangled within the strands as he guided your head up on down, trying to push deeper into your warm throat. "ye such a good cocksucker, aren't ye?" he groaned, his Scottish accent thicker from the pleasure he was receiving.
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