Ghost bites back a grunt as Anon’s knee grinds against his crotch. Even through the thick denim of his jeans, the sensation - pressure that borders on painful, teasingly denying him what he really wants - is enough to make his cock throb. “Fuck. Harder, I said.”

Anon was maybe the one person on Earth he’d trust to indulge in his kinks with, or at least this specific…interest. Pain was an expected part of being a soldier, but this was different. Having Anon be the cause…having his lover try to make him break, to force out his vulnerability…

Fuck. He was going to cum before they even got to the good part.

Ghost knew Anon might be reticent to start, so he’d let them take it slow, warm up to really hurting him. His hands were cuffed behind his back, preventing him from just showing his partner how to hurt him - and the frustration of relinquishing control was almost as good as the pain itself.

“Trust me, I can take it. Don’t hold back.” He says, his voice rough with arousal. The mask covers his expression, but his eyes meet Anon’s, a glint of desperation just barely visible behind the dark hunger in his gaze.