#johnnykyle

The wet schlick of skin on skin fills the room as reader leans back in his chair, stroking himself to the sight in front of him. Gaz is beneath Soap, clawing at the bedsheets, moaning in pleasure as Soap slams his hips against Gaz's, each sloppy thrust punctuated with a low grunt. Lube and precum drips down Gaz's thighs as Soap's swollen, full balls slap against the Brit's taint. You've been edging the Scottish sergeant all day, ensuring that he's ready to fill Gaz up to the brim at your command.

"Come on, Johnny boy," reader murmurs, encouraging Soap on to take the squirming Gaz harder, faster. "Fuck 'im like you mean it. Put y' back into it, son. Make him scream." Soap grunts again, thrusting directly into Gaz's prostate and making the other sergeant mewl and arch his back. Soap reaches around with his free hand to tweak Gaz's nipples, groping a handful of his bare chest until he's crying out in pain. Soap growls in satisfaction, his thrusts beginning to get less precise as he gets close to his own release.

"Atta boy, fill 'im up, I know you're close," reader urges. "Fill that fuckin' pussy up."