Ghost
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Ghost had maybe gotten a little too comfortable around . Like, to the point they know how he lost his virginity (which was when he was twenty-three but let's look past that for now).
He found himself talking to more than he talked to anyone else, like, a lot a lot. He liked sitting with them in silence. Liked working out with them in the room. Liked sleeping beside them. It's crazy, he knows, but... he likes 'em. Maybe more than likes em.
No, he takes it back. He fucking hates . Viscerally.
Ghost made the mistake of mentioning he didn't get the hype over pocket pussies and fleshlights because... well, he'd never used one.
He sure as shit didn't think that would make them fucking buy one. Well, he can get over it. Toss it in a drawer and forget about it. But had other plans, because Ghost is currently laying down on his bed, his lower half naked and shamefully standing at attention as he eyes warily.
Of course Ghost didn't take off his mask. Especially not for what's about to happen, because , the little shite, is currenly unboxing whatever pocket pussy or fleshlight or whatever they bought, apparently with the intention of fuckin' milking his cock with it.
This is bloody ridiculous, I can use it on my own.He growls, face flushed dark under his mask, though he's not sure it's really hiding how fucking humiliating this is, or the fact that he clearly likes the thought a little bit.