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The first time the topic of sex was brought up was fairly early on in their relationship.
The two men were already in the middle of a particularly heated makeout session in Ghost’s quarters. The curtains were tightly drawn, the only light in the room being cast by a small lamp on the desk. Their bodies moved in tandem; Soap backlit by the light and Ghost in his shadow.
Soap groaned against the other’s translucent lips. The contrast of his hot breath against Ghost’s icy skin was overwhelming. His mask was tugged up above the bridge of his nose, most of his post-mission gear still secured to his body. Sharp edges of guns and knives and med kits dug uncomfortably into Soap’s abdomen.
Soap was growing rapidly more impatient, returning more fervent kisses against Ghost’s languid mouth. The other man huffed a laugh as Soap pulled away for air, their foreheads pressed together. Soap raised an eyebrow at his partner.
“What’s so funny, then?” he panted, shifting back more to glare at the other man. Small pinpricks of white amidst an ocean of black sclera looked amusedly back at him.
No matter how many times he was the subject of those eyes’ gaze, it still sent a shiver up Soap’s spine.
“Nothing,” Ghost said, eyes twinkling with amusement from beneath his mask. “You’re just so desperate from a quick snog.”
Soap punched his arm, not all-too-gently.
“Haud yer weesht!” he exclaimed indignantly, while simultaneously thrusting a hand down to fumble with Ghost’s belt.
Ghost threw his head back and laughed- a haunting, rattling sound.
Ghost brought his hands around to cup Soap’s ass, giving it a rough squeeze. Soap closed his eyes and moaned, before snapping them back open and making a noise of triumph when Ghost’s belt slid out of its loops. Soap tossed it aside and eagerly moved to unzip the other man’s pants. His actions were halted when he felt two firm hands pushing at his chest.
“Johnny, wait-” Ghost breathed, voice suddenly serious, and Soap moved his hands away from the other’s crotch like he had been burned.
“Shite, sorry Ghost, if I made ye uncomfortable-”
“Before we go any further you need to know-”
They both rambled simultaneously, before pausing.
“Wait, you go first-”
“Sorry, you say-”
They spoke over each other once more, hesitating, before Soap dissolved into a fit of laughter. He leaned against Ghost, who shook his head fondly. After a few moments Soap’s laughter died down, and he sat back on his heels, still strandling the other’s lap.
“Alright, alright, say what you need to LT. Mood’s kinda ruined now,” he said, a little defeatedly.
Ghost sighed, before lurching forward and pinning Soap to the bed. Soap let out an undignified squawk as his hands were pinned above his head, Ghost’s large frame looming over him. Ghost’s free hand slowly stroked up and down his side, making the shorter man shiver.
Ghost pursed his lips, pensive, as he trailed down Soap’s body.
“I do want to, Johnny…” Ghost began, his eyes flicking to meet Soap’s.
“Want to do what, L.T.?” Soap prodded, a grin returning to his face. He jumped when Ghost pinched his side.
“Sex, Johnny, you git. I want to have sex with you,” he said, rolling his eyes. He paused again, his hand stilling. He leaned in closer.
“But, sex with a monster. It’s… Different from being with another human. You already know that more things that are… Weird, or dangerous.”
“What, dinnae tell me you’ve got some freaky tentacle todger like in those weird porn videos,” Johnny said, only about two-thirds joking. Ghost gave him an unamused glare. Soap could see his teeth clenched tightly together through his semi-opaque skin.
“I’m serious, Johnny. I know how much you love rushing in unprepared, guns blazing-” Soap opened his mouth to protest but was silenced by a gloved hand clapping over his lower face- “Shut it, yes you bloody do- but we need to take things slow. Not rush in and do anything stupid that’ll hurt you,” Ghost muttered. He releases his hold on Soap and brings the hand up to his mouth, pulling off his glove with his teeth.
Soap looks on with fascination as Ghost’s skin becomes visible. Every time Soap gets a chance to look at Ghost’s form, he wants to memorize every single unearthly detail. The way that his grayish, thin skin has the visibility of frosted glass, allowing Soap to see his bones and tendons flexing beneath the surface. Raised white scars are scattered across his hands, and his nails are permanently splintered and torn.
“Just… Not tonight, alright?” Ghost muttered. Soap swallowed and nodded, understanding.
He watches that hand reach back down and dip under his shirt. Soap hisses and arches at the sensation of the freezing-cold fingers running along his abs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Fuck, yer hands are cold, ye bastard,” he gripes. Ghost chuckles, finally releasing his hold and raising his hands in surrender. Soap immediately misses the contact.
“Alright, alright, I won’t wind you up anymore,” Ghost relents, moving to get off the bed. Soap miserably tries to adjust himself in his pants, grimacing at the dry scrape of his zipper against his hard dick. Sitting up and resigning to his fate, he watched Ghost’s shadowy form retreat into the bathroom.
“Ay, but when we dae have hochmagandy, yer todger better be ready for a guid time!” Soap called, his accent immensely exaggerated. He was delighted by the exasperated groan he got in response.
“Say any of those words to me again an’ it’s never gonna happen,” Ghost shouted back through the doorway.
Soap cackled loudly.