nsft soapghostroach for 100 followers :)
soapghostroach where simon is their side.
he doesn't have much of a libido and still gets unsettled by just casual touches. but it starts when he and mactavish are sharing a room and he barges in during a hot and heavy make out sesh. they stop immediately, john grumbling about him not knocking while gary is waiting for his cue to hurry out. yet ghost, exhausted from a long day and unbothered, merely raises a brow and says they can keep going.
he just watches for a while. a background presence that almost becomes soothing to john and gary.
eventually, he finds himself in the bed with them. dressed in a hoodie and sweats in contrast to their naked bodies, but he finds himself content to curl up in the corner, watching roach take their captain until he's shaking and babbling nonsense about him being so big.
then roach's head starts to become a common occurrence in his lap, huffing and drooling and moaning into his clothed thighs as he's pounded from behind. he fetches a warm, wet towel and some water when they're done, and then promptly disappears like every time before.
sometimes he keeps his distance, other times he's right there.
a notable occasion is the time he plasters himself to gary's back while he's riding john. strong hands on his hips and waist, guiding him up until he's practically bouncing him on soap's dick when his thighs start to give out, murmuring "c'mon, gary. that all you can do?"
he helps him prep, finally. john running late from a meeting, and roach is doing his best to not seem too antsy, checking his phone every minute for an update on his eta. simon helps, gently laying him out and taking his sweet time fingering gary open until he's dripping with lube and ready for soap to just slide in the moment he's wrestled off his fatigues.
inevitably, he winds up on his knees, a pillow forced under them through john's heavy insistence. he eats roach out like he's fine dining, hands keeping his thighs open as his lips and tongue work his hole over and over. hands comb through his hair, sweet moans and praise encouraging him to keep going until he's wrung two orgasms out of roach and his jaw is starting to lock up, even his tongue is sore. he's startled when john is suddenly there, wiping the copious amounts of drool from his chin with a tenderness he'd never attribute to their captain.
he's left to pant against gary's thigh, eyes glassy and head full of fuzz as he gives john room to pick up where he left off with his fingers.
he always sticks around to help with the aftercare, it becoming routine at this point. but the newest development is that he keeps being coaxed (read: dragged) back on the bed. always sandwiched between the wall and whoever's closest, held just as tight and being told he did so well even if he can't see the reason why.
