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The base was quiet tonight. It wasn’t something you were used to. Normally the sounds of your teammates laughing or faint music echoed through the halls. But tonight, there was nothing. Your bare feet pattered against the ground, the sound echoing quietly in the hallway.
Faint moonlight shone through the window above the kitchen sink, illuminating the dark room. It was comforting to a point. The faint sound of crickets chirping and leaves rustling outside filled your ears. You hummed lowly to yourself as you opened the fridge, reaching for a bottle of water.
The counter made a good seat as you pulled yourself up onto it. You always seemed to be up at night. Whether it be from insomnia, night terrors, or you just couldn’t sleep, you often found yourself in the kitchen.
A quiet sound pulled you from your thoughts and you glanced down the hallway you’d just come from. The moonlight glinted off the white skull mask covering the man’s mask and you could make out that he was wearing a blank tank top with similarly colored sweats.
“Lieutenant,” you nodded at him with a tired smile, finally opening your water to take a short sip. You sighed quietly at the feeling of the cold liquid going down your throat.
“Private,” he rumbles back. His voice seemed deeper than it normally was and it made you shiver ever so slightly. Just enough for him to notice. You heard him give a deep chuckle before the fridge squeaked open and he grabbed his own water bottle.
Ghost pulled his mask up just enough to sip at his water, leaning against the counter next to you. He was close enough to where you could feel the heat radiating off his bare arms. It was silent between the two of you for a long while. Your water was nearly depleted before you decided to speak.
“Can’t sleep, sir?” You ask quietly, attempting to get a conversation going.
You saw him glance at you from the corner of his mask, an almost demeaning look crossing through them as he grunted in response. A quiet breath your nose and you finished off your bottle, throwing it away. When you turned back to face Ghost, you found he was standing right in front of you.
There was a hair length between the two of you. His breath fanned over your face, his mask still pulled up over his nose. You stumbled back slightly at the closeness, a choked sound sticking in your throat when he reached around to your back and pulled you into him.
Ghost was the one to initiate, pressing his lips against yours in a rough and needy kiss.
This was a common thing between the two of you. Sleepless nights often led to him on top of you in one way or another. Ghost often used you as a form of stress relief, and you were happy to give yourself to him.
His lips left yours and moved to your neck. A thumb under your chin forced your head back, exposing the flesh of your neck to him. The bit of stubble he had grazed your neck before his teeth sank in. You bit back a moan and the urge to thrust your hips into him, swallowing hard as he licked around the mark.
Lips trailed back up your neck to your jaw before heading for your ear. Ghost’s teeth tugged at your earlobe, drawing a quiet whine from you. You heard him chuckle before he drew back, taking a firm hold of your wrist before dragging you down the hall, back to your room.
The door clicked behind you and he all but threw you onto the bed. You bounced a bit, grunting at the initial impact.
“Clothes off.”
You were quick to obey, throwing your shirt to the floor. Your dog tags clinked together as they hit your bare chest. Sweats and boxers hit the floor next to your shirt, your half hard dick revealed to the cool air of your room. He had done the same, clothes in a neat pile against your wall.
Ghost’s cock was in a similar state as your own, hanging half hard between his thighs. You glanced up at him when you heard him say your name.
“Be a good boy and come suck me off,” he rumbles, relishing in the way your chest heaved and your eyes lidded.
You climbed off the bed, crawling over to where Ghost stood. He gave you an approving look, resting a firm hand in your hair as you kneeled in front of him. You wrapped your hand around his dick, slowly jerking it from head to base to get it hard.
His dick came in contact with your cheek and you brought a hand up to it, pressing it into the soft skin. Your dick twitched with the quiet groan Ghost gave at your actions. You rubbed his length along your cheek for a while, happily taking in the sounds he was making.
It only lasted until Ghost growled, moving his dick from your cheek to the front of your face. The head pressed against your forehead, his balls resting at your chin. You stuck your tongue out, licking a small bit of the underside of his dick before he trailed his dick down your face, leaving a trail of precum behind. He pressed the tip against your tongue and you opened your mouth to welcome him.
Your lips closed around him, a hand jerking what was not in your mouth. The hand in your hair tightened before loosening again, almost caressing your scalp. You ran your tongue along the underside of his dick, over a prominent vein that brought a groan from him.
His dick pushed deeper into your mouth as you bobbed your head, your hand moving to instead rest on his thigh. Ghost pulled you onto his dick as far as you would go, watching you splutter and gag. He held you there, grinding into your throat before letting up and letting you pull off to cough and catch your breath.
Once your breath was caught, you took him back in your mouth, humming around him to hear his breath catch in his throat. A hand ran through your hair and you looked up at him. His eyes were lidded through his mask, his lip pulled between his teeth. You moaned against him at the look.
You slackened your jaw, pressing a hand against his thigh as the other moved to your own neglected dick. Ghost wasted no time in thrusting down your throat, feeling you tense around him. You kept eye contact with him as he pumped into your throat.
Faint sounds of his balls hitting your chin filled the quiet room. You swallowed around him, feeling him twitch in your mouth. His thrusts got more erratic and before long, he removed himself from your mouth. Ghost’s hand moved fast over his cock, bringing him over the edge to cum on your face.
You closed your eyes to keep the secretion from getting in either one, the hand on your own dick pausing its movements. The last bits ended up on your tongue and you swallowed the small bit with a low groan.
Ghost pulled you up by the hair, dragging you into a kiss that was all tongue. His hands wrapped around the back of your neck, tangling in the bit of hair so he could tilt your head back. His tongue slipped deeper into your mouth, tasting every bit of you that he could.
He pulled back with a gasp, pushing you back to the bed. The back of your knees hit the base and you fell back on the bed, Ghost climbing on top of you. His dick was hard again already despite having cum just moments ago.
The sound of Ghost spitting into his hand made you grimace before your face contorted into something akin to pleasure when he wrapped his slick hand around you. He ran his hand from the head of your dick to the base, spreading his saliva along it. His palm around the tip smeared pre in with the spit and every movement of his hand brought a wet squelching sound with it.
Once he deemed it enough, he lined you up with himself, sinking down in one swift movement. You arched up off the bed before a firm hand settled on your chest and forced you back down. The hand moved your chest to your neck, wrapping around it. You swallowed thickly and he felt your adams apple bob against his hand.
Your mouth opened in a silent moan as he raised himself up before slamming down onto you. He set a brutal pace, his hips slamming against yours with every down movement from him. Just above the sound of skin against skin, you could hear his little breathy moans.
Precum leaked from his cock and pooled onto your stomach. Ghost ran two fingers from his free hand through the liquid, letting it drip from his fingers before pressing them against your lips.
As soon as your lips parted, his fingers were down your throat, causing you to choke around them. He chuckled lowly, letting up after a while and instead played with your tongue. The room echoed with quiet moans and groans alongside the sound of your balls slapping against his ass.
You rarely lasted long inside of him and it was only a few minutes later that you came with an arch of your back and a gasp of Ghost. Oh, but he knew. He didn’t let up one bit when you released in him. He rode you through it, the hand on your neck squeezing gently.
One of your hands moved to Ghost’s wrist, wrapping around it as he choked you. He watched as your face turned red and then a faint shade of blue before he felt your fingers tap against his wrist twice. He let up, listening to you gasp for breath.
Your dick had hardened inside of him again. Whether it was from the choking or simply being inside of Ghost, you weren’t completely sure.
“Pathetic fuckin’ slut,” he growls, watching the way your eyes widen. He pressed on your neck again and you whimpered, tilting your head back. “Gettin’ off to this.”
You wished you could retort back, but with the grip on your neck and the way he was squeezing your dick, you didn’t trust your voice. He let out a quiet yet harsh laugh at your silence. Your nails dug into the pliable skin of his thighs, most likely leaving crescent indents.
Ghost’s free hand jerked himself off, smearing his precum along his length as he stared down at you. The cum from his previous release had started to dry on your face. You could feel it every time you moved your mouth or eyebrows.
The man atop of you seemed to get off to it. His dick was leaking steadily and his hips had started to stutter in their pace. It didn’t take much more and with a correctly timed thrust up from you, Ghost came over your chest and stomach with a low moan.
His hand pressed against your neck again and you came shortly afterwards with a choked cry, filling Ghost up more than you had the first time. Ghost stilled, panting quietly as he came down from his high.
Ghost removed his hand from your neck, cupping your jaw as he leaned down to kiss you. It was slow, his tongue running along yours in a gentle manner. He pulled back with a sigh, pulling you out of him and standing up.
You heard him head to the bathroom and the sink run before he came back into your vision. He held a wet rag, helping you sit up to wipe you down. The rag was warm and you leaned into it, letting your eyes close as he cleaned you of his cum.
He finished up quickly, pulling his clothes on before helping you get yours back on.
“Thank you, sir,” you mumble, leaning into his touch as he fixed your shirt. You expected him to just grunt and leave you like he did most nights. You heard him say your name before he was pulling you into his chest as he laid down in your bed.
Your lamp clicked off and your room fell to darkness. Ghost shuffled above you before an arm around your waist pulled you closer. His chin rested on your head and his legs tangled with yours.
He was warm. So very warm.
The sound of his breathing and the steady rise and fall of his chest, combined with the fact you’d cum twice, calmed you and you let your eyes fall closed.