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[For Bottom Ghost Week - Day 6 - Gun Kink]
To MacTavish’s alarm, Ghost plucked the reassembled revolver off the table, checked it over thoroughly, and passed his captain a look before stroking down the barrel with one finger. “Wanna know why this one’s my favorite? It’s powerful,” says Ghost in a low voice, “it’s sleek. Deadly. Does the job quick. Kind of like you, Captain.”
Everything flatlined in Soap’s mind when Ghost teased the edge of his mask up with the muzzle enough to expose his scarred mouth and licked the metal, toying with it, teasing the crown like he would a cock. John knew exactly what that tongue was capable of and clutched his knees under the table in a death grip to keep himself under control.
“I just cleaned that—” MacTavish ground out through his teeth, and Simon, the bastard, tilted his head cheekily.
“Oh, but I think you missed a spot? Right here,” he said, teasing his tongue along the underside of the barrel until the entirety of it gleamed wet with spit.
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- Part 6 of hibiren's Bottom Ghost Week 2025