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That’s when Ghost rolls over, and Soap releases his cock instantly — holds his breath and prays to Christ that he’s just shifting in his sleep.
“Hurry up, Sergeant,” Ghost says, voice low and much too near. Soap shivers.
No use pretending he wasn’t getting off when Ghost clearly knows what he was up to.
“Can’t,” he whispers, “‘m not a lefty.”
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17 Jul 2026
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“You can have all of me, Lt,” Soap purred, dizzy and sweet in his arms.
Ghost shivered as the promise sang bright and true in his veins - an unbreakable contract, made real with the power in his blood.
Because words have power, and if Soap had known better, he never would’ve made any promises to him.
But Soap didn’t know, and he was as good as his now.
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Ghost is a rogue fae king who didn’t want a partner or heirs, until he found Johnny.
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13 Jul 2026
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Soap's not gay, but his growing obsession with Ghost has him questioning his faith.
But he'll do everything possible to prove it to himself and God, even if it means having Ghost - the figure of sin himself - fucking a woman with him.
It's hardly gay if she's there, after all.
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A civilian propositions them both on leave, and Ghost and Soap fuck a woman together instead of just talking to each other.
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13 Jul 2026
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Soap is physically affectionate by nature.
Ghost is not.
Johnny might just be rubbing off on him though.
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13 Jul 2026
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For a moment, Soap let the silence sink in. Let himself shift his gaze slightly to the side and rest on Ghost’s thick thigh, fat with the softness of his relaxed muscle, lightly dusted with fine blond hairs. He wanted to sweep the tips of his fingers delicately over those hairs, see if they were as downy as they looked. Wanted to see the way Ghost’s muscles would twitch at the sensation, wanted to see if he’d shy away or press into the touch. Wanted to know if he’d like it.
Would probably end up with a knife in his gut, but at this point, Soap thought it was probably worth it. For one touch, it might be worth it.
It's 3:30 in the morning, and Soap and Ghost can't sleep. How will they pass the time.
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12 Jul 2026