Simon will find himself happily on his knees swallowing Johnny's cock whole, nose buried in his wispy brown pubes that smell of days old piss and sweat, excited to feel the pouch of fat that slips over the waistband of Soaps boxers and presses against his forehead & nose. It's intoxicating; the weight; the heat; the pressure. And Ghost coaxes the Scotsman to push and fuck and use his mouth like a whore in the hopes of being smothered by the Sergeants pubic hair and meaty gut — A good throat fuck in exchange for gratifying sensory pleasure.

There's times it’s small things, a collected gallery of Soap on his phone while Ghost takes a risky chance to jerk off, thumbing the head of his cock under his work desk, sliding his hand up and down his length as he scrolls through the collection on his phone. Videos of Soap begging and pleading while being fucked, pictures of the Sergeant's wrecked hole and bruised cheeks — but what Simon looks for is the moments where he can see Johnny’s stomach, the jiggle of fat while being fucked, the dip of his stomach from a shirt being pulled slightly up while riding a toy or stripping for the camera or the few seconds of his stomach swelling in and out with shuttered breaths while a fist attempts to breach his already fucked out hole.

In the moments when MacTavish isn't up for getting his guts rearranged—too sore from their last rough fuck—but is welcoming of his Superior's attention and high libido, Simon is quick to tugging his cock out and ordering Johnny on his knees. A slather of lube across his prick and over the Sergeant's hairy chest is all that he needs. With their bodies joint against one another like an intricate puzzle, Simon rucks his hips and slides his cock up and down the greasy space between Soap's pecs. Tighten those arms, Johnny—Yeah, that's it, fucking perfect. Ghost's length glides effortlessly between his subordinate's beefy tits, the shiny pink tip of his cock rubbing sensitively over the man's coarse slick body hair with each lazy thrust, and when it's time to blow his load, an open mouth is already there and waiting.

Other times have Ghost rutting against the youngers stomach, chin dipped to his chest, mouth slack as he watches his cock and ballsack rub across stretch-marked chub, Soap's gut wobbling like jelly as his dick fucks against fatty flesh before his load is splashing in long thick lines across the spanse of his lovers belly.

And the thing that tops the fucking cake? That makes it all the more enjoyable for the Lieutenant?

That Johnny knows how much it drives Him crazy. How the extra weight isn't seen as a turn off for when they're both naked, hard and desperate for each other. That Soap's bulk only seems to encourage the older man's climax when his rough hands worship over the curve of the soldiers fuller stomach and chunky muscled thighs.