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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley Additional Tags: Smut, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Top John "Soap" MacTavish, Bottom Simon "Ghost" Riley, Dom John "Soap" MacTavish, Sub Simon "Ghost" Riley, Subspace, First Time Bottoming, Ghost goes nonverbal, Fluff, Post-Coital Cuddling, Aftercare, Safe Sane and Consensual, no beta we die like 2009 ghost, Established Relationship Series: Part 16 of Ghost and Soap Fuck A Lot, Part 18 of Sost Summary:

Ghost had been a dom who tops for a while. Since he got away from Roba. He couldn’t deal with being at someone else’s mercy again. He needed the control and the power, until a certain Scottish menace ran into his life and flipped that all upside down.

Fic below:

“How do you want to do this Simon?” Soap asked as the two of them stumbled into Ghost’s room, it was decently out of the way.

“I’m usually the top,” Ghost mumbled, as if he was embarrassed of saying it.

“So am Ah, ye want me to bottom then?” Soap questioned between pants as the two of them kissed. Ghost paused for a second, considering Johnny’s words.

“I- I want to try. Being not in control.” Ghost practically spat out, the words taking far more effort to be let out than they should. Soap nodded, gently holding his face in his hands, as if Ghost was a fragile thing, capable of being shattered by his touch. It was the first time Ghost had been at someone else’s mercy willingly, and to say he was nervous was a major understatement to say the least.

“Ye sure? I don’ want ye ta be uncomfortable,” Johnny asked, seemingly noticing Ghost’s internal struggle, trying to make sure he was okay. Ghost paused for a second, thinking it over.

“Yes. I, I don’t want you to see me being a dom,” he admitted, putting his hands on Soap’s shoulder, trying to show just how serious he was about this decision.

“Okay then Simon, but Ah need ur ta tell me immediately if ye feel uncomfortable at all.” Soap’s words were somewhat surprising to Ghost, usually he had just continued going until someone safeworded.

“Okay,” he mumbled in response, not really sure what to say.

“Ah’ll stop immediately if ye ask me to, remember that,” Soap reminded him, cupping his face in his hands again. Ghost just nodded, unsure how to respond yet again. Soap gently pulled him into a soft kiss, as if showing him that he was in safe, careful hands. And by god did Ghost want to believe that, he truly did. But he’s been betrayed too many times to count, and even if he wants with all his heart to believe Soap, it will take a long time before he truly can.

“Let’s get ye on th’ bed, yeah?” Ghost let himself be guided to the bed with minimal resistance, Soap used little force and instead smiling up at him and holding his hands. For once, he was gently rested on the bed, and when his head finally was lowered onto his shitty pillow, he realized just how gentle Soap was treating him. It was like he knew how fragile Simon really was, how easy it would be to scare him off from this experience. That moment, being gently laid down on the bed, like he was worth keeping safe, he felt truly safe. It felt like he could place his life in Johnny’s hands and he would be guarded with tooth and nail. He let himself close his eyes, just feel Johnny’s hands gently moving down his torso, as if memorizing the curves and dips in his body.

“Yer so pretty Si,” Johnny practically purred, sending shivers down Simon’s spine. He’d never been called pretty before, really only either unsavory terms or “dark and handsome” whenever he topped. Somehow pretty was doing more for him in a few seconds than dark and handsome had done for him in years. He could tell that Johnny noticed his enjoyment of it, most likely filing it away for later. He let himself melt into the gentle touches, finding himself practically floating as Johnny moved his hands under his shirt, giving him the skin to skin contact that he was just now realizing he wanted. He let out a low, animalistic growl when Johnny moved his hands away, snapping his eyes open to see the Scot holding the bottom of his shirt, silently asking for permission to take it off.

“You can take it off,” he whispered, so quietly that had Johnny not expected him to be quiet he would have missed. He almost immediately was gently lifted up and propped against the headboard, and signaled to lift his arms up. He did so almost immediately, letting Johnny raise the shirt over his head and laid it to the side. He closed his eyes as Johnny started running his hands over his chest, already at half mast without being touched below the belt. Johnny experimentally pressed a kiss to his shoulder, causing Simon to let out a quiet, shuddering exhale in response.

“Can I..?” Johnny asked, not moving from Simon’s shoulder, causing him to shudder ever so slightly at the hot breath hitting his skin. He nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment. Johnny started pressing kisses down his chest, leisurely taking his time, as if he’d forgotten what they were actually there for. Simon just closed his eyes and let Johnny run his hands down his torso and kiss his chest. He let himself just float in the simple pleasure and comfort that Johnny was giving him. Seconds, minutes, many even hours later, Simon couldn’t tell, Johnny moved away, causing him to open his eyes again to see what was happening.

“Ye okay with taking this further?” Johnny asked, somewhat surprising Simon.

“Yes, please,” Simon practically begged, his voice high and whiny as he spoke, desperate for something, anything, more from the Scot.

“Remember what Ah said, Ah’ll stop the second ye tell me,” Johnny reminded him, looping a finger under Simon’s shorts, as if asking for permission yet again. Simon nodded, closing his eyes and mentally bracing himself as Johnny slowly pulled his shorts down. He felt a gentle hand being placed on his thigh, and let out a deep breath. He felt his boxers being taken off, and he took in a sharp breath as he felt the air hit his dick, adjusting to the feeling. Johnny paused for a second, as if allowing him to calm down. He could feel Johnny digging something out of his pocket, and opened an eye to see what he was doing.

“Ah came prepared Si,” Johnny practically purred, showing Simon his hand, which held a condom and a travel-sized lube container. Simon let out a sigh of relief he wasn’t aware he was holding, and laid his head back on the headboard.

“Ah’m gonna move ye down, okay?” Simon nodded, letting Johnny gently move him down the bed, laying his head on the pillow and moving Simon’s shirt under his hips, likely so he wouldn’t ruin the sheets. He could hear the cap of the container, and the squirt of the lube into Johnny’s hands. He flinched slightly at the feeling of the cold lube on Johnny’s fingers prod at his hole ever so slightly.

“Ye okay?” Johnny’s soothing voice asked, as he let out a shuddering breath. He nodded in response, and Johnny very slowly inserted his index finger into him. The feeling was weird and there was an ever so slight burn, but he could vaguely tell why people enjoyed the feeling. When Johnny’s finger was fully inside inside him, he paused, giving Simon time to adjust to the feeling.

“I- you can move,” he eventually mumbled, letting himself grab at the sheets to have some feeling of control. Johnny nodded, slowly inserting another finger into him, causing him to let out a strangled moan in response. Simon could feel Johnny press soft kisses to his neck, helping to ground and soothe himself. He let out a small moan when Johnny started scissoring his fingers inside of him, his breath stuttering slightly.

“Doing so good love,” Johnny praised, causing a shiver of pleasure to run down his spine. Johnny started to press kisses to his neck again, gently humming into his skin as he slowly continued to scissor his fingers. The feeling of not only Johnny’s fingers but his lips against his skin, it combined into an amazing sensation and the realization of why people liked this. Having Johnny laid atop him like a weighted blanket, the very occasional, light brush of his fingers against his prostate, the feeling of having someone taking care of him, it was all incredible and amazing. He could vaguely feel Johnny insert another finger into him, but he was more concerned with just floating in the feeling of being completely cared for and taken care of.

“Ye ready for me?” Johnny gingerly asked, not removing his fingers from Simon just in case.

“Yeah, yes, please,” Simon begged, and Johnny slowly removed his fingers from him, opening the condom to unravel it onto his dick. Simon opened his eyes to see Johnny unbuttoning his jeans and pulling his cock out. Simon watched him put the condom on, excited yet somewhat nervous to actually be fucked, not just fingered. He closed his eyes as Johnny lined himself up with him, letting out a loud, shuttering moan as Johnny pushed into him, tilting his head back in pleasure. Johnny himself let out a moan as he pushed into him, and Simon could figure his own debauched look, as he gripped the sheets under him.

“Ye still okay Si?” Johnny hesitantly asked, most likely noticing how utterly wrecked Simon already noticed, already panting ever so slightly. He nodded, not trusting his voice to communicate, knowing it would come out incomprehensible and broken. Johnny seemed to have taken the hint, and started to slowly thrust in and out of Simon. He let out small pants and high-pitched moans, his breath coming out staggered and erratic, as Johnny started to speed up. He seemed to notice just how overwhelmed Simon was, even if it was in the best way, and pulled him into a deep kiss.

“Fuck- ye look so pretty like this love, should see yerself.” The praise affected him in a way that was unnatural to him, weird, but not unwelcome. He let out a loud keen in response, leaning into Johnny’s hands as the Scot cupped his head, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He felt safe in the moment, like Johnny would take care of him no matter what happened, protect him from anyone or anything, and keep him safe, eventually putting him back together when he breaks apart again. If he could think, he’d most likely realize this was what people where talking about when mentioning subspace, and just how easily he was able to be put into it even without having ever been in it before.

“Love ye darling, so much,” Johnny moaned, causing Simon to smile. He tried to reply, but his words felt heavy in his mouth and all that comes out is an incomprehensible mumble, but somehow he knows that somehow Johnny knows what he’s trying to say. He can feel Johnny’s fingers gripping at the bottom of his balaclava, wordlessly asking for permission to take it off. Simon nodded, he’d do anything for Johnny, not only in this moment, but at any time. He could feel the balaclava being removed, and placed gently to the side. The thrusts of Johnny’s hips barely slowed down, as his hands ran through Simon’s hair ever so gently, holding him ever so gently.

“M-mr…” Simon mumbled, desperately clawing at Johnny’s shirt, tears gathering in his eyes as he tried to gain any more contact, just enough to finally send him over the edge. Johnny obliged, moving his hips ever so slightly, and hitting his prostate dead on. He came with a loud, strangled moan over both of their chests, practically melting back into the bed, exhausted. Johnny kept going, his thrusts becoming even more erratic and frantic as he tried to cum, letting go with a loud groan. He flopped onto Simon’s chest, wrapping his arms around him and hugging him tightly.

“Ah love ye,” he whispered, letting out a quiet sigh as Simon let out a pleasant hum in response. He slowly pulled out of him, earning an upset whine from Simon. He wasn’t ready to leave this mindset yet, he wanted- needed to stay in this hazy, calm state for even a little while longer.

“Don’t worry love, Ah’m just cleaning up,” Johnny reassured him, resting a palm on Simon’s chest, grounding him and allowing him to calm down ever so slightly. When Simon calmed down, Johnny removed his hand from his chest, removing the condom from his dick and tying it off at the top. Simon whined quietly as he watched Johnny take his shirt off and use the previously discarded to gently clean Simon’s chest off, making sure not to use too much force. When he was finished, he gently embraced Simon in a hug, laying atop of him.

“Ye doing better?” He eventually asked, pressing a kiss to Simon’s forehead.

“Mhm, that was great,” Simon reassured him, he’d experienced domdrop before, and he didn’t want Johnny to have to deal with it.

“We need to think of a way for ye ta tap ou’ when ye cannea speak,” Johnny mumbled, but peppered kisses down Simon’s shoulder. Less than a minute later, Simon felt himself slip back into subspace again, even if it was a less intense than previous.

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