Thinking about ftm Soap dating cis Ghost rn,,
Like it is so great his boyfriend is hung beyond belief. Ghost fucks him good with it, of course Soap likes it. Except for when it makes him extremely dysphoric. Soap got a little growth with T, he's proud of it, makes him feel good, but whenever Ghost slides his cock against Soap's- his thing isn't even as big as Ghost's fat, leaking head. Makes Soap's stomach sink, kills his mood a little.
When he tells Ghost this, Ghost doesn't verbally respond. Just makes Soap stand with his back against Ghost's chest- "I don't think a fucking is gonna fix this, Lt-" spreads his legs. Ghost is hard, Soap can feel it against his back, and he pushes it down between his legs.
Doesn't try and make it catch on either of Soap's holes, just flexes his hips forward further so his cock stuck out from between Soap's legs. A few inches stick out, Soap looking down at it.
"Stroke it like it's yours, pup." The command is soft.
At first Soap doesn't understand why Ghost is having him do this, awkwardly starting to stroke at the visible length. But he gets off to Ghost getting off, can hear Ghost start to quietly grunt. His palm starts to get sticky with how wet Ghost's cock is getting. Feels his own cock pressed against Ghost's, getting friction but hidden from Soap's view.
Then it hits him. It looks like he's stroking off his own cock. As if Ghost's was his. It hits Soap like a freight train, his mouth falling open to groan as his eyes fix with new passion at his own hand pumping up and down Ghost's- no, Soap's cock.
"That's it, good boy. You gonna make yourself cum f'me?" Ghost's got his hands on Soap’s hips, rubbing encouraging circles while his mouth nips and licks at his shoulders.
"Yeah, yeah, Lt, 'm close-"
And he is. Can see Ghost’s his cock swell, head shiny and angry red, feels that reflected in his own body, how his core tightened as he grew closer.
Soap bites off a curse when he times his orgasm perfectly, throbbing in time with the cock in his hand that's spurting rope after rope.
"There's my good pup. Look at you, messy boy." Ghost’s chiding is gentle, breathless, saccharine.
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--or perhaps,' continues Octavian. 'You're angry that I've outplayed you at your own game because you were too busy fucking in your old master's house to notice anything that was going on around you.'
He smiles suddenly, bright and wide. 'Enjoy the party, Marcus.'
this scene takes place sometime after philippi, and was originally just some historical fiction I was writing last year for fun focusing on antony, octavian, and agrippa. then I got stressed out watching the new season of a show, started drawing while it played, and ended up turning it into a short comic lmao
the dialogue in this scene is referencing this bit out of Suetonius:
In early youth he incurred the reproach of sundry shameless acts. Sextus Pompey taunted him with effeminacy; Mark Antony with having earned adoption by his uncle through unnatural relations; and Lucius, brother of Mark Antony, that after sacrificing his honour to Caesar he had given himself to Aulus Hirtius in Spain for three hundred thousand sesterces, and that he used to singe his legs with red-hot nutshells, to make the hair grow softer. What is more, one day when there were plays in the theatre, all the people took as directed against him and loudly applauded the following line, spoken on the stage and referring to a priest of the Mother of the Gods, as he beat his timbrel:
"See'st how a wanton's finger sways the world?"
Suetonius Augustus 68
what a fun group of people!! they should all eat each other
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