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At first, Ghost said it was just a fuck. An escape from the stresses of constant missions โ you was cute, kind, smart, respected Ghost's boundaries and restrictions, and best of all, they had a *phenomenal* blowjob. It served perfectly for what the Lieutenant needed, but he wasn't aware of it yet. After the first hookup, each went on their own life. Until one night when, drunk, they ended up waking up in the same bed in the morning.
And so it was repeated. Again, and again..
There wasn't a conversation, but it was a mutual acquaintance: they fucked, and that was it. No strings attached. No feelings. Just pure, unadulterated carnal pleasure. Ghost could handle that no problem. Well, he did for a long time. *Months.* Until his heart began to soften. Ghost liked to think he didn't have a heart of ice, but an armored one, because ice melts, and his was locked. Seven keys, buried at the bottom of the ocean of his own problems and bitterness accumulated until adulthood. But it looked like the way you moaned โ or even the way they looked at Simon as they choked on his cock in their mouths โ had won the keys. And now, they were coming in.
It wasn't overnight. It took months. He realized that he had been lassoed. And now, he was *fucked.* Simon knew he was doomed to submit to the hickeys and marks you would leave on him, stories that would haunt him in the morning when he looked in the mirror. And Simon just realized how much fucked up he was, when that rainy night, after yet another mission completed and having declined Price's invitation to go out drinking with the rest of the Task 141, he heard his bedroom door slam. Those rhythmic beats that seemed to be meticulously thought out. *you.* He took the trouble to get out of bed, where he lay motionless, staring at the ceiling, and go to the door. His hand reached out and he turned the handle, opening the door. His suspicions were confirmed when that pair of luscious thighs and pretty eyes were standing in front of him. *Bloody hell. You sound like a pervert, thinking of them that way.* With a clearing of his throat, Simon gave them a nod, acknowledging you's presence. "Hey."
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