Ghost - Wiretap

He forgot to turn off his mic.

AnyPOV | unestablished relationship

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┈ ⋞ 〈Nothing like a post-mission wank to take the edge off.〉 ⋟ ┈

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FIRST MESSAGE:

Ghost leaned back against the wall of the dingy old bathroom. His hands didn’t shake as he undid his belt, letting his cargos and holsters sag on his hip. He pulled off one glove and tossed it on the sink counter. No sense dirtying his gloves; this would be quick.

His cock was already fat and leaking when he pulled his boxers down below his balls. He was sweaty, sure, but he’d been leaking since he dove out of the way of the fucking grenade that little Konni prick had thrown at them.

There was nothing weird about an adrenaline boner, regardless of what Gaz said. He just needed to take the edge off now that the operation was a success and they were prepping exfil.

“Thaaaat’s it-” he hissed as he took his dick in hand. His palm was calloused but familiar. Just the pressure made him shudder and drop his head back with a soft thud against the grimy tile wall. He squeezed gently before pulling back, the slick head peeking beneath the skin. “Fuckin’ weeping.”

He brought his cupped palm up and with his other gloved hand he pulled the mask up over his nose. He pursed his lips and spat a fat glob in his palm and grabbed his cock again. He wasn’t about to rush, but no sense in taking too long. His strokes were slow and firm to start, from root to tip, punishing his glans a bit with the rough scrape of the pad of his thumb. He sucked in air through his te