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“We'll wait at the evac point. Shouldn't have any issues from this point forward. See you soon”.
Price closes the channel, turning to his two sergeants and lieutenant lounging in the shade of a large tree.
“Evac's an hour out,” he tells them, joining them and sitting nearby on a fallen log. “We'll wait here for it since there's no one left to follow us”.
Gaz snickers, patting Soap's shoulder from where he's leaning against the other sergeant's large, shifted body.
“Nice to have a hydra to do the clean up, hm?” he lilts.
One of Soap's four heads turns toward him- long, scaled neck sliding across the grass below them- and settles in his lap. Gaz places his hand on his serpent-like head and scratches between slitted, yellow eyes, making Soap’s giant claws dig into the earth slightly at the feeling and his lids close. Ghost smiles from where he’s also leaned against the hydra, reaching over and scratching one of his other dozing heads near him.
“Can always count on Johnny to make things interestin’, that’s for sure,” he replies.
They really can. Having his muscle at their disposal gives them an edge few can match up against. There have been a few hiccups here and there, one of which involved Soap losing one of his three heads at the time, but he lived up to the legends and got right back into the fight with another one joining the fray. It had been morbidly fascinating to see two heads sprout out of the severed neck, teeth gnashing at the poor sod who’d off it. The whole thing about gave Price a coronary.
Gaz hums in agreement before peeking down at Soap, a glint in his eye that tells the captain this is not going to be the quiet, relaxing break he’d hoped for after the chaos of their mission.
“How do you all wanna pass the time?” he hums. “It’s been a long few weeks. Might be nice to let off some steam”.
Soap’s four heads perk up. Had he been a canine hybrid, his tail would’ve started wagging. As it is, his scaled one shifts as the two peer around to Ghost and Price, looking at them hopefully.
Price strokes his beard and he can see Ghost chewing on the inside of his mask as they contemplate. It has been a stressful time, and they haven’t had any time to themselves as of late. He's a bit more worse for wear, running on less sleep than the others and having taken a rather nasty kick to the chest just a couple hours ago. Still, he can’t help but harden a bit in his cargos are the thought of watching his boys have a little fun. Besides, Johnny hasn’t been able to indulge in this aspect of their relationship in his shifted form for a while, and they all know how much he likes towering over them while they moan and writhe beneath him.
“Better get a move on,” he says, moving to sit more comfortably, facing his three partners and giving a lazy wave of his hand. “Exfil will be here soon”.
Soap heaves himself up, much more gracefully than one would think possible with his size, standing nearly three times Ghost’s height. His tongues flick out, tasting the heady air as his partners quickly strip for him. Both Ghost and Gaz are already half hard, stroking themselves to speed things along, while Price takes his cock out, slowly teasing his fingers along his length. He’d like to make them take their time- have Soap open Ghost and Gaz up slowly before splitting them open on his giant cock, but there isn’t enough time for than. No matter. Human or hydra, Soap has an oral fixation that’s become quite popular between them, and Price knows he’s ready to get his mouths on the two beautiful men in front of him.
Soap lowers his heads, two of them nosing at his partners’ stomachs where they’re now lying on the ground, his other two heads watching with heated eyes. Gaz and Ghost hum, hands running along his scales and holding him to their torsos.
“Don’t have much time, Johnny,” Ghost sighs, rolling his cock into Soap’s chin. “Whatever you’re gonna do, better do it quick”.
“Yeah,” Gaz agrees, pressing kisses to Soap’s snout. “No need to tease. We know how much you’re drooling for it. Go on, baby. Have a little taste”.
Soap’s eyes flash with glee as his mouths part, forked tongues darting out and laving over them. Both Ghost and Gaz groan as he laps over their cocks, licking up the precome gathering at their tips. Price hums, wrapping a hand around himself and slowly stroking from base to tip. He loves the noises his boys make. Loves watching them fall apart from each other’s touches while he takes it in, and they love it too. They love putting on a show, grinding and licking and groping while he gets off on it. Really makes the power dynamic between them all the more delicious.
“That’s it, Sunshine,” Price purrs, thumbing over the head of his cock as Soap's third and fourth heads join in, licking over Gaz and Ghost’s chests as the other two heads continue down their bodies. “You know what they want. Fill those greedy holes with your tongues”.
Gaz and Ghost moan, legs falling open in tandem to give Soap room to do just that. The hydra shoves his faces into their cores, snuffling behind their balls and making pleased grunts.
“Filthy slag,” Price chuckles. “Always gettin’ off on our scents, hm? They smell good? All dirty and wet with sweat? God, you’re sick, huffin’ against them like a mutt”.
Soap flashes him a fanged grin with one of his heads, eyes gleaming at the degradation. Ghost lets out a breathy chuckle, his mask abandoned as he pants from Soap’s ministrations.
“You’re not any better, old man,” he gasps, back arching as Soap’s tongue begins to tease his rim. “Think you like watchin’ more than gettin’ your cock milked by us”.
Price laughs, nodding unashamedly.
“When you get a view like this, it’s hard to pass it up,” he replies.
Any retort is forgotten as Soap begins wriggling his tongue into his lovers. Gaz and Ghost moan, encouraging him to go deeper as they dig their hands into the grass below them. Soap’s other heads are bullying their nipples, licking them raw and puffy, fangs scraping the skin around them until they're whining messes.
Price watches with rapt attention as Soap’s tongue slides deeper and deeper into them. His heads are a bit longer than Price’s arm, and his tongues are even longer, making it so he can reach places even his enormous cock can’t. Gaz and Ghost squirm beneath him, both seeming to be trying to wriggle away and press into the intrusion. Price knows how overwhelming it is, being filled with the tapered muscle. Each inch brings a bigger stretch, the sensation deeper than seems possible. It’s all-consuming, the way Soap’s tongues manage to fill them, something they don’t often get to do. Something he hasn’t realized he’s been craving until now.
“Soap,” Price says suddenly, letting go of his dripping cock and sliding his cargos and pants the rest of the way off. The head that’s been torturing Gaz’s chest whirls around, tongue flicking out at the sight of Price’s bare lower half, hairy chest and stomach on display where he’s hiked up his shirt. “I can’t take just watchin’ anymore. Get that pretty tongue over here”.
Soap’s head slithers over, the glint in his eyes telling Price he’s in for some teasing when the sergeant shifts back. He doesn’t care. All he wants is for Soap to fill him up until he can’t take it anymore.
Soap does just that. With no finesse or warning, the hydra parts his scaly lips and darts his tongue out, immediately plunging it fast and deep into Price. The captain’s head falls back, hips rolling into the feeling. He can feel the warm pleasure that’s been bubbling in his stomach grow as Soap’s tongue slides over his prostate on it’s journey deeper and deeper. He rides it, grinding into the pressure and using one hand to thumb at his own nipple. He remembers to open his eyes he didn’t realize he closed when he hears Gaz and Ghost’s moans get louder as they near their peaks.
Soap’s third head is now moving back and forth between the two, long tongue managing to lave over both their leaking cocks as they lay helpless against the tongues inside them. Ghost’s chests is red from his pleasured flush, hair damp with sweat as he pants and keens, eyes crossed and shining. Gaz has his lower lip between his teeth, his moans sounding more like growls, his eyes screwed shut. It’s as Soap curls his tongue around both their cocks that they let go, cum painting the long, red muscle as they cry out. Soap leaves his tongues buried inside of them, just barely moving to keep their highs going a bit longer, but the third head turns toward Price.
The hair on the back of Price’s neck prickles from the look Soap is giving him as he inches closer. Predatory, he’d call it. His cock twitches, oozing out more pre, and Soap gazes down at it hungrily. Price manages not to blow his load the second Soap laps the mess up, but it’s a near thing. He almost regrets not doing so when that wicked tongue teases the slit of his cock, and presses harder, slipping the thin point of it into his tip.
Price’s eyes roll back as Soap’s tongue slowly slides into his cock. He can feel the need to come. Almost feels like he is coming, but he can’t. Not with nowhere for his cum to go. It’s too much. Too much too soon, but God fuck, he doesn’t want it to stop. It’s intense and new and his body doesn’t seem to know what to do with the foreign feeling, but it’s too good to tell him to stop. He bucks into it, forcing more of Soap’s tongue into his aching cock. He's shaking now, shivering with the overwhelming pleasure, the tongue in his arse still wriggling and pushing. Pushing against his prostate, but so is something else.
Soap's tongue sinks just a hair deeper into his cock and Price sees white. His body locks up as Soap’s tongues massage his prostate from both sides. He can’t scream, his throat isn’t working, but it aches like his is. Then, there’s something filling it. Something wet and slick sliding down his gullet as he blinks away tears.
He sees another one of Soap’s faces filling his vision. A third head has joined in, it’s tongue the thing lodged in his throat. He makes some sort of garbled sound. A moan? A whimper? A sob? He can’t tell. Can’t even fucking remember where he is. His senses, his brain, his everything are all honed in on Soap. On the beautiful, magnificent, amazing creature filling him so perfectly. He can’t imagine a better existence.
Then, the tongue in his cock slips out of him, and he’s coming.
He comes like he’s never come before, hard and messy and wet. There’s so much, like several orgasms built up and escaping as one. He’s pretty sure he pisses too. Has to have. There’s no bloody way all that sprays out of him is only cum.
His comedown is slow. His brain feels like static, his ears ringing, his body tingling with bliss. He can feel Soap licking up the mess, his other two tongues slowly sliding out of him. It has his body breaking out in gooseflesh, but he lays there and lets him take care of him. Lets him get his fill, knowing he’s in good hands.
And he is. He can feel them tracing over his body, pulling on his clothes, scratching gently over his scalp. He opens his eyes, lashes fluttering at the heavy content settling over his tired limbs. Soap’s piercing, blue eyes gaze down at him, his pretty, pink lips smiling as he traces his fingers over Price’s cheek.
“Back with us, Sir?” Soap lilts, looking quite pleased with himself, fully dressed. How long was he out? Price huffs, his own soft smile dampening his tone.
“You cheeky fucker,” he says in lieu of a reply. He can feel how sensitive his cock is now, back in his trousers, and he hisses as it rubs against the fabric. “Under a time constraint and you decide to try somethin’ new out? I ought to wring your neck for that one”.
“Ah, c’mon, cap,” Gaz says, draping himself over Soap and smiling down at him too. “You know you liked it. Put on a lovely show for us, squrirtin’ all over yourself like that”.
Price can feel his face flush and he grumbles as he heaves himself up, hearing the helo approaching.
“Damn, muppets,” he mutters, decidedly ignoring how his legs feel like jelly. “Don’t know why I indulge you at all”.
The two sergeants snicker, but he ignores them, opting to watch for their exfil. As the helo lands, he hears Simon join the two younger men behind him, voice low and full of heated desire.
“Next time we get you like that, Johnny,” he murmurs. “Will you do that to me?”.