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Gaz knew this would not be his first orgasm of the night, that they had time until morning and Ghost would take him apart in every way he knew, worship him and his body like he was precious. And he was, he truly was, in Ghost's eyes he was. //

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and Ghost just watched him, mesmerized. "So beautiful," he murmured, and Gaz felt his cheeks heat up with the praise. Ghost was normally stingy with it, but with Gaz he seemed to have no such inhibitions – with him it was abundant.

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It was a gentle night. Ghost sucked him off, taking his time. With Gaz about to come, he pulled away and jerked him to completion, his cum painting his own abdomen and Ghost's chest in white ropes. Gaz's lungs heaved like bellows, coming down from the high,

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If it was alright for him to touch. If it was alright to worship Gaz like a god. If his touch and attention was welcome. And each time Gaz permitted it, a divine decree, his fingers in Ghost's hair, tightening as Ghost wrapped his lips around his hardening cock.

In the way Ghost kissed his skin, climbing over him and starting with Gaz's throat and kissing down his sternum, then down his abdomen, his hands roaming all the while over his ribs, squeezing his hips. With each kiss he looked up, asked.

They never said the words. They never dared to admit what it was that was growing between them, because it felt like jinxing it, like saying it out loud would fracture it with its realness. But it was always there, under the surface.

Finally Ghost got to his boxers, nuzzled the skin of his abdomen as he pulled the fabric down, and ignored Gaz's soft cock as he threw the underwear on top of the pile. He looked up at Gaz, a look of devotion in his eyes so true that it made Gaz's breath hitch.

Ghost untied his shoelaces, took the shoes off with reverence, the socks finding their way on the floor. He took off Gaz's shirt, revealing brown skin, the scent of citrus soap on his skin. Carefully he removed his pants, then, Gaz arching his hips to wiggle out of them.

"Missed you," Ghost mumbled in between kisses, "was worried about you." "I was fine." "I know," Ghost said. "Still I worried. I always do." Gaz smiled. His sweet man. "Fine. Worry, then. I'll always come back." "Make sure you do."

They kissed against the door for a while and then Ghost walked them backwards towards the bed, laying Gaz on top of his sheets, still peppering his lips and face with kisses. He was being so gentle, so attentive, so loving, that Gaz didn't know what to do with it.

Ghost met him at the door with a kiss, framing his neck with his hands in a tender manner. Knowing these hands were capable of snapping an enemy's neck, now cradling him like he was precious, made Gaz feel giddy. Happy. Cared for.

Azalea Harris :P COMS OPEN @azaleaharrisart.bsky.social · 20h

#ghostgaz #kittewrites NSFW, body worship, blowjob "Let me take care of you tonight," Ghost said. Gaz could not help but agree. The latest mission had been gruelling and he was dead tired, so after his shower he joined Ghost in his quarters. Ghost was already waiting for him, unmasked, vulnerable.

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There's some cute GazPrice on my Patreon !!!!!! I rarely indulge in this ship, but they're just so cute 🥺 patreon.com/AzaleaHarrisArt #GazPrice

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Milk 🌸 @milkydough.bsky.social · 21h

Good morning!! Ghoap yuri!!!

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Milk 🌸 @milkydough.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Good afternoon!! Hoodie

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Luuu🩷 @lsbullshit.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Waaaaaa John Soap Mactavish is a Labrador... well a chocolate one?🙂‍↕️ Thankyou Sara for sharing esta joya you can see the video on X in my last post 😽💫 #SoapMactavish

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Kitte (writes) @kittewrites.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

What did cheese say when it saw itself in the mirror? Hallou-mi! . Were did the pumpkins have their meeting? In the gourdroom. . I tried to make up a joke about ghost but I couldn't. It had plenty of spirit but no body. Googled some, hope you like these and your day gets better 💕 #zadjokes

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Kitte (writes) @kittewrites.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

The thousandth crane came with a question, one Ghost asked on one knee despite it aching terribly. Price had thought himself the type unable to stay still – but here he could stay, forever. //

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Kitte (writes) @kittewrites.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

This new tradition was objectively silly, in a sense – they had bookshelves lined with these little birds and when Nik came over for the first time he laughed and laughed, until he said that the paper was ugly and he'd bring nicer paper for them next time.

Kitte (writes) @kittewrites.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

And that wish was simple – to stay together until they grew old. That Ghost would come back in one piece from his suicidal missions, that Price would not keel over and die from having smoked most of his life.

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Kitte (writes) @kittewrites.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Instead they kept their hands busy by folding paper. Origami bird after another they made cranes and more cranes out of small paper slips. They sat in the porch and drank beer and made paper cranes. A thousand would grant a wish.

Kitte (writes) @kittewrites.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Whenever Ghost came back on leave, they used to smoke together in the backyard, Ghost winding down from the stress and Price just smoking out of habit. Now it was different, with both of them having quit.

Kitte (writes) @kittewrites.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Price liked it, being free of it. Not entirely free, he still chewed nicotine gums, but even those less frequently than in the beginning. It felt like turning a new page in his life, and after decades in the army he could appreciate something fresh.