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"Are you sure about this?" Ghost whines against Soap's mouth. "The sun's coming up."
"I'm sure." Soap nods, groaning as Ghost rolls his clothed hips down to grind against Soap's naked lap. The chair under them creaks ominously. He's hard a dripping and desperate to slide into Ghost, but he knows he can't, not yet. Not if he wants this to work.
They've toyed with his curse a couple of times before, you have to find some sort of fun in being a gargoyle after all.
It's not all bad, it's not like he ever has to shift or turn to stone, as long as he stays out of the sun. It's mostly worth it for the huge boost to his strength and invulnerability during the night. Still, if he ever does get caught outside or too near a window he doesn't get much of a choice about it, he's fully shifted and turned to stone instantly, nothing to do but watch the world go by and wait until nightfall.
The first time Ghost toyed with him had been an accident, Soap had frozen just as he was pulling himself up to the windowsill, he'd overestimated how long he had until sunrise and paid the price. It's not like he can close his eyes after that either, so when Ghost had woken up and stretched languidly, all long lines and hard muscle, Soap had been helpless to watch as he started to touch himself.
He'd apologised profusely for the invasion of privacy but Ghost had just laughed and kissed him soundly. No harm, no foul. Since then they've tried a few more things, mostly Ghost teasing Soap while he's helpless to do anything about it. Soap though, he's been itching for a little more…active participation.
Ghost hadn't hesitated for a moment when Soap first suggested they get him hard before he freezes for the day, so that Ghost can make use of him as often and as thoroughly as he'd like.
That's how they find themselves here. Soap fully shifted, skin stone grey and smooth as glass, a little give but less than a human but still blood warm, for now. He'll cool to room temperature once the sun sets in.
He's bigger than Ghost like this, huge bat like wings protruding from his back and filling the room, curved horns arcing from his head.
"I need to get into position." Soap gasps and Ghost takes a break from sucking on his tongue to duck his head and suck at a nipple, more teeth than tenderness. Ghost clambers off his lap to let Soap settle; he places his hands on his knees, spreads them wide. His left hand he turns so he's palm up, curling two of his fingers to face the ceiling. Ghost holds his cock in just the right position so that it will be usable once he's stuck. Soap lets his face settle into a fond smile. "I love you." He says, meaning every word.
"Love you too." Ghost tells him, and he leans in to press a kiss to Soap's forehead.
By the time he pulls back the sun has peeked over the horizon, and Soap has turned to stone. Soap can still see, hear. He can feel but very distantly, like a touch through thick wool. Ghost looks at him assessingly, waves a hand in front of Soap's stone eyes. He looks like a statue, an ugly one at that with his bat-like nose and heavy brow. His teeth are peeking out from between his lips too, long fangs that usually give him a wicked snarl.
Ghost takes two steps back and pulls out his phone, takes his time taking as many pictures as he can. If Soap were capable of blushing he knows he would be.
Ghost strips clinically, perfunctorily, anticipation consuming his features as he kicks his trousers aside. Soap knew he was wet, had felt it soaking through his layers of clothing when they were making out, it doesn't make it less of a treat to see Ghost watching him like this, so comfortable in his nudity.
"This one needs to be quick Johnny." Ghost tells him, before stepping forward to straddle his knee, cunt hovering just over the knuckles of Soap's right hand as they rest there. "And you're going to make it so easy for me." Ghost lowers himself to rest his full body weight on Soap's hand and rolls his hips. The movement grinds Ghost's cock over each of the ridges of Soap's fingers. Fuck it, next time he'll wear some rings and add more texture.
The whine Ghost lets out is pathetic, so eager and his face is one of pure relief. His hips pick up in their rhythm, grinding hard and fast over Soap's hand, panting and gasping each time he managed a particularly hard drag. It doesn't take him long to come, his whole body shaking on Soap's immovable lap. When he stands Soap watches a long strand of slick connecting Ghost's cunt to his hand, sees the sun catch it before it stretches and finally breaks.
"Got to go." Ghost leans in to press a gentle kiss to Soap's cheek. "Thank you, love, I'll see you in a bit." He leaves then, the television in the corner on and set to low volume to help alleviate any boredom Soap might feel for the hours he'll be stuck here. Thankfully it's winter, and the sunlight hours aren't too long.
He can't focus on the TV yet, his body maybe rigid rock but his mind is racing at the image of Ghost using his body for his own pleasure, the way his neck arched, the way his mouth had gone slack as he came. The fact that he can't move just makes it hotter. Soap, perfectly restrained by his own biology, helpless under Ghost's ministrations.
It's only two hours before Ghost comes back, just in time for his morning drills. If Soap had to guess he'd say that Ghost has set up his recruits to run circuits and is relying on how scared of him to ensure they won't just stop while he's gone. He's probably right, too.
"You have no idea how insane it is driving me, knowing I have you in here like this, just waiting to be used." Ghost tells him, stripping even as the door is still swinging shut. "You know how much I love your fingers in me, and when you're in this form they're just so big…"
Ghost trails of as he swings his leg over, until he's straddling Soap's forearm, resting his weight there so he can lean in and run his tongue over the long edge of Soap's ear. He's grinding his hips down as he presses kiss after kiss to Soap's face, covering every inch of him. Ghost loves him in this form, his size, his weight. He even seems to love Soap's face, for all it's stranger features.
Ghost's tongue passes across his teeth, kisses press to his nose and cheeks as Ghost finally slides further back, hitches his hips until he can line himself up to sink down on Soap's fingers. The cool stone of Soap's body slowly heats as it draws in Ghost's body heat, the sensation is strange for Soap, but not unwelcome.
Ghost is already whining, Soap is good with his fingers and he knows Ghost's body as well as his own. He knows what angle to crook them to make sure Ghost can put the right amount of pressure on his sweet spot, had made sure that's exactly how they were as the sun rose.
"Oh fuck, Johnny, yes." Ghost pants as he rocks his hips, hands gripping tightly onto Soap's shoulders as he rocks and grinds. His cock is rubbing against the strap of Soap's watch every time he grinds forward giving him the friction he so clearly needs. Soap is big in this form, very big, and Ghost's position is odd, has him on his tiptoes, any slip or give bringing him down hard onto Soap's unyielding fingers as Ghost rocks himself towards oblivion.
He lasts longer this time, panting and whining against Soap's neck, but not much. When he comes his thighs are shaking and he drops his whole body weight onto Soap's hand, his fingers pressing just right to send a wave of overstimulation quivering through Simon's muscles.
He's twitching and jerking but he's laughing while he does, wiping sweaty hair back from his forehead.
"Fucking hell, Johnny, how are you this good even when you can't bloody move?" Ghost hauls himself upright and disappears, presumably into the adjoining bathroom to grab a washcloth, since he reappears with one and wipes down both of Soap's hands. He chucks the cloth out of Soap's eye line and begins redressing.
Slinking back over, Ghost presses another kiss to Soap's ear, whispers. "I'll see you at lunch." Then he's sliding the mask back over his face and vanishing through the door. Bargain Hunt is still on in the background and Soap is never going to be able to watch it without blushing again.
The door opens at exactly one in the afternoon, Ghost is panting a little, as though he'd run here. His pupils are blown and there's sweat beading across his body. He doesn't even bother taking off his mask this time, too eager to get back to Soap. He squirms his way onto Soap's lap, legs hooking around Soap's hips.
Ghost tries to press kisses to Soap's face, ripping off the mask when he gets frustrated by the barrier. Once free he places kiss after tender kiss onto Soap's mouth and he takes his time, slowly slipping forward to slide his cunt along the length of Soap's cock, shivering a little at the feeling of cool stone against sensitive skin. He glides easily, rocking gently and seemingly happy to take his time on this go around. He mutters to Soap about what he's done today and what he has planned for the afternoon, all while rolling his hips lazily against Soap's body.
Soap's pretty sure it's an accident, when Ghost finally slides him inside. Ghost just rolled back a little too far and let Soap slide in as he shifted forward. He's gasping, panting against Soap's cheek as he slides in.
If Soap in his human form is large, Soap in his gargoyle form is massive and not entirely human. He's ridged along the shaft, unevenly, strange bumps protruding. His head is a little less flared, which is good when you're quite literally rock solid, but it does have an almost scalloped edge around where the flare is widest. Ghost loves it, loves the feel of Soap sliding home in one hard thrust, but that is when he's more malleable, like this he could do real damage and he's pleased to feel Ghost taking it slow.
He slides down inch by painful, glorious inch. Soap feels strung out, like he's been edged all day. He supposes he has, really, mentally and physically, never mind the fact that he couldn't come right now no matter how much effort Ghost put into getting him there.
"Oh fuck." Ghost shudders against him and he sits flush in Soap's lap, whole body shuddering and cunt pulsing. Soap realises with awe that Ghost is coming just from finally having him inside, fully seated. He gives himself no quarter though, has barely shaken off the aftershocks before he's rearing back to grab both of Soap's horns and use them as leverage to bounce.
He looks wild, out of control, his face scrunched up in concentration as his biceps flex, hauling himself up and lowering back down. If Soap weren't already at his limit for things to be in awe over when it comes to Ghost, this would be a whole new one all on it's own. The level of muscle control Ghost is displaying is remarkable, especially when he's this far gone, how tenderly he lifts up and sinks back down, how he never lets himself drop entirely, because he knows it would distress Soap.
He's so beautiful and Soap is more in love with him than ever.
Ghost coaxes two more orgasms out of himself before he forces himself up with trembling thighs, once again busies himself with cleaning Soap and himself up. He disappears into the bathroom for several minutes this time and Soap is so stuck in his own head he doesn't hear him come back out until he's circled the chair and is pressing a kiss to the top of Soap's head, right in between his horns.
"I'll see you later, sweetheart." Ghost shoots a look at the window, where the winter sun is already edging towards to the horizon. "Won't be long now, just a few more hours." Ghost vanishes back through the front door, gait a little more bow legged than it had been earlier but otherwise no sign of what he's been up to in here all day.
The shadows move across the room as Soap lets his mind drift, half an eye on the TV but the rest of him replaying Ghost, Ghost, Ghost…
It's just after four when the door opens again and Ghost enters, dropping his bag and mask to the floor and grinning in Soap's direction.
"I reckon I've got time for one more before the sun goes down." His eyes are shining and Soap is desperate to kiss him, doesn't need to wait long before Ghost is striding over and pressing one to his unmoving mouth. "I've got special plans for this one." Ghost mutters as he begins to strip.
"I hope you don't mind." He says as he yanks off his underwear, "But I got myself good and ready before I got here, didn't want to wait around." Ghost turns so his back is facing Soap, has to shuffle awkwardly to position himself, legs hooked over Soap's and spread obscenely wide as he sinks down onto Soap's waiting cock.
He takes his time, moves slowly. He's less controlled like this, but he compensates for it with smaller, shallower movements, never fully lifting himself off. He's been rocking for a few minutes when he finally shifts back just a little further and Soap hears a faint clack. Ghost pauses, grunting as he does and twists to look coyly back over his shoulder.
"Cat's out of the bag, I guess." He leans forward, never sliding off Soap's cock, and reaches between their legs for something under the chair. When he pulls himself back up he's holding a dildo, bright pink and with a suction cup base. The sneaky bastard must have hidden it there earlier when he was in the bathroom, knowing Soap couldn't do anything but stare straight ahead and would never know it was there.
Soap is not nearly as interested in the dildo though, as he is in the thing he had caught sight of when Ghost had leant forward.
There's a plug in his arse, polished glass shining between his cheeks.
Fucking Christ, that's why he'd been in the bathroom longer the second time, he's been wearing it for the last two hours as he goes about his work on base.
"I wanted to just try this…" Ghost is lubing up the dildo now, and twisting to stick the suction cup against the polished, smooth surface of Soap's lower belly, just above his cock.
If it was capable right now, Soap knows his mouth would be watering at the sight of Ghost in front of him, desperate to be filled in every way. Ghost works the plug out of himself, toying with holding the widest part at his rim as he rolls his hips on Soap's cock. He's moaning loudly, lost to sensation and as carefree as Soap thinks he's ever seen him.
When he finally has enough he tosses the plug across the room, not caring where it lands and pushes back, holding the tip of the toy against his hole as he presses slowly down onto it. His whole body is shivering, hips squirming in pleasure as he finally bottoms out. There's a sheen of sweat across his shoulders and running in tantalising rivulets down the dip of his spine. Anyone who walked in would be forgiven for thinking that Ghost is the statue, a work of art hewn from marble; all unyielding porcelain flesh.
"Oh fuck, it's so much-" Ghost gasps out, hips moving in tiny little rocking motions as though any more might break him apart. He doesn't speak much after that, speech devolving into whines and moans as he pleasures himself with Soap's body, brings himself off once, then twice, thighs shaking and breaths heaving.
He practically falls out of Soap's lap after the second, stumbling away, only to turn and toss the dildo away, clambering back into Soap's lap so he can wrap his arms around his shoulders, cover him with kisses as he continues to tremble on Soap's cock, not even really capable of trying to get himself off any longer, just keeps mumbling and begging for "more, more, more-"
The light in the room has been steadily getting lower, though Ghost doesn't seem to have noticed. Soap has, has been counting the minutes, the seconds until it finally dips away.
When Soap's hands first come up to wrap around Ghost's waist he doesn't even seem to notice. Just hums ecstatically when Soap is finally able to return his kisses, mouths meeting in a desperate crush to get closer, to taste properly. It's only when Soap's hips involuntarily buck up, overwhelmed by so much sensation at once, that Ghost finally flutters his eyes open and whines.
"You're back."
"I never went anywhere." Soap reassures him. "What do you want?"
"You." Ghost gasps. "Want you to come in me please-"
"Shhh." Soap soothes him with another long kiss. "I have you." Standing feels fantastic on his legs after so long in one place. It certainly doesn't hurt that even with him bracing Ghost's weight he sinks a little further onto Soap's cock, has him slide a little deeper.
"Oh-" Ghost almost shouts as Soap lifts him more intentionally, only to drop him back down. He doesn't need to ask if this is okay, Ghost is already begging, pleading, telling him yes a thousand times over. He sets a steady pace, lifting and dropping Ghost like he's just a toy for his own pleasure, a tool to be used and nothing more.
Ghost takes him so well, so enthusiastically, that Soap decides he deserves a reward also. He lifts his tail, curls the edges of the leaf-shaped tip inwards and presses against Ghost's ass. He slides in easily, earns himself a shout of pleasure from Ghost as he does too. He's never used his tail like this before, always worried it might be a little too much, a little too strange.
He rather thinks that today's activities might have blown that concept out of the water.
The thing with his tail is, it's incredibly dexterous, just as good as his fingers if not better. He can't move his fingers nearly as fast as he can the tip of his tail. He presses in, never stopping in bouncing Ghost on his cock as he uses his tail to curl inwards and begins to vibrate.
Ghost comes almost instantly, sobbing his pleasure into Soap's neck. It doesn't take Soap long to follow him over the edge, pressing deep and pulling Ghost down to ensure he comes as far in as possible, wants it stay there, fuck he wants it to take.
He pulls Ghost off his cock gently, switches him into a bridal carry as he takes him into the bathroom and places him in the tub. He turns on the taps to just the right temperature and watches as Ghost's exhausted body melts, muscles all going loose at the feel of the water surrounding him.
"Drink this." Soap tells him, holding up a large glass of water. Ghost, all lax and pliant in his hands, does as he's told. "Was that...okay?"
"Perfect." Ghost tells him, sighing in contentment. "Get in?"
"I'll have to shift back?" Soap tells him.
"Half?" Ghost wheedles, smiling adoringly up at him. It works, because Soap couldn't deny him anything right now. He shakes himself and there's the rumble of shifting rock as his skin returns mostly to it's normal colour and his face shifts back. He shrinks a couple feet down to his usual height too. His wings and tail stay though, horns too.
"Scooch." He gestures Ghost to shuffle forwards and slides behind him into the gap that's made. He brings his wings up, curls them around until they're blocking out most of the light. He brings his tail between their legs to wrap tightly around Ghost's ankle, tight and anchoring.
Ghost is out like a light in minutes, fast asleep as he breathes steadily against Soap's chest. Soap stays awake, gently washing Ghost and keeping the water warm.
As he does he can't help thinking about how they could do it next time, and just how many orgasms Ghost could get to with a little practise.