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kathierif_ficTitle: Shine A Light
Author: Kathie
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Tony DiNozzo/LJ Gibbs
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be and never were.
Warnings: Penetration with an object not designed for sex
Word Count: 1,075 words
Summary: Gibbs decides that Tony didn’t quite learn his lesson…
Author’s Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
kink_bingo, prompt: Object Penetration (Not Designed For Sex). Sequel to “Punishment.”
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“DiNozzo!”
Tony slowly blinked his eyes open at the sound of his name. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep; hadn’t really expected to be able to, especially with the thick plug still deep inside him.
Quickly, he climbed to his feet while one of his hands drifted to the front of his comfortable sweatpants, giving his more than half-hard dick a quick squeeze, before taking him the few steps to the staircase.
“Wha-“ he started, but before he could finish the sentence, he found himself caught and pinned to the wall.
“I told you not to flirt on the job,” Gibbs whispered, close to his ear, and pressed one thigh in between Tony’s legs.
Tony arched his back, to press his ass against Gibbs’ front, as, with sudden sharpness, arousal exploded behind his eyes, making him pant and whimper slightly and send his dick from the state it had been in to fully aroused within seconds.
He was only vaguely aware of Gibbs’ fingers on the waistband of his pants, and tried to help him push down the pants and his underwear, but Gibbs’ hands caught his and guided them back against the wall.
“Leave your hands there,” he instructed, his breath ghosting hotly against the sensitive shell of Tony’s ear. “Don’t move them.”
“Yes, Boss,” Tony murmured.
Gibbs only chuckled darkly and gently bit down on the lobe of Tony’s ear, causing another set of shivers to race down his spine.
“Good,” Gibbs simply said and shoved Tony’s pants down. He actually took the time to kneel and pull them off one leg completely, leaving them twisted around one ankle while he pressed a quick kiss to the creamy white flesh of one ass cheek.
Tony bit the inside of his cheek sharply at the unexpected gentleness, but there wasn’t time to revel in it. Gibbs ran his hands up Tony’s legs, starting from the ankles while standing, and the part of Tony that was not whimpering and clutching at the wall with sweaty fingers, hysterically thought about the fact that Gibbs was systematically patting him down, as if he was looking for weapons.
Gibbs’ chest pressed against his back, the body heat seeping through the layers of fabric still between them, while his foot was pressing against the inside of Tony’s ankle, encouraging him to spread his legs wider.
Tony complied, his muscles shifting and gripping the plug in him tighter.
One of Gibbs’ hands brushed up his sweaty back, pushing at the t-shirt Tony was wearing until it was tangled over his chest, stopped in its upward slipping by his arms. Gibbs left it there and ran his hands over Tony’s sides again.
Blood was rushing in Tony’s ears, and when he felt Gibbs grasp the base of the plug and press it firmly into him before pulling it out, he couldn’t stop himself from crying out at the loss. He thrust his ass backwards, feeling empty and like he was missing something vital, even if the plug hadn’t been in him for that long. In addition to that, Gibbs had taken a step back, as if to observe his every reaction.
Tony knew that he was still there, and if he let his head hang, he could see just the top of Gibbs’ shoe, but the older man wasn’t touching him anymore, and that alone made his hips push back, pump into thin air to seek a relief he knew he wouldn’t get just yet, and Goosebumps rise on his exposed skin. He tried to get Gibbs to do anything – anything.
Suddenly, as unexpected as he’d been gone, Gibbs was back, one hand pulling Tony’s ass cheeks apart while his chest burned against Tony’s back again. Tony whimpered – he didn’t even have time to think as something hard was slowly pushed against his hole and easily slipped into it. His muscles clenched around the object – it was too hard, too cold and the angle was not quite right to be Gibbs’ dick, and even if he didn’t know what it was, he couldn’t stop himself from pushing back, taking more inside himself and, when Gibbs didn’t say anything to stop him, fuck himself on it.
“Yeah, like that,” Gibbs murmured, twisting the object and pressing it firmly against Tony’s prostate. “God, Tony…”
“Boss,” Tony wheezed. Sweat was pouring down his body, into his eyes, making him blink against the sting and making his shirt stick to his skin.
“Tony,” Gibbs murmured again. His hand came around Tony’s slender hips, brushing through the trimmed, coarse hair growing on Tony’s lower stomach, just above his dick, before wrapping around it, not moving, but letting Tony fuck himself on the object impaling him and then push into the tight ring of his fist, soon slippery with pre-come.
Tony whimpered again as his knees buckled and his hands clenched against the wallpaper, and only Gibbs’ strong arm kept him from slipping down when orgasm finally overwhelmed his every sense. The object was eased from his asshole, and Gibbs pressed a brief kiss into Tony’s hair.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
Tony nodded exhaustedly and pressed his head against Gibbs’ chest.
“Yeah.” His voice was creaking, and he had to swallow and cough before continuing. “What was that?”
Gibbs hesitated slightly. “Flashlight,” he finally admitted.
One peek over Gibbs’ shoulder revealed, indeed, a flashlight on the floor, covered by a condom and glistening with lube.
“You fucked me with a flashlight?” Tony asked, disbelief coloring his voice. “Why?”
Gibbs chuckled and kissed him briefly. “I’m not twenty-five anymore,” he pointed out dryly. “Why do you think? I just fucked you before we left the office. And this was the first thing I could think of.”
“Kinky,” Tony said around a yawn. “Abby would be so proud if she knew.”
“Probably.” Gibbs glanced at the come-covered wall. “Are you going to clean that up?”
“Why me?” Tony asked back, but it was more of an instinct than a real complaint.
Gibbs ran his hand through Tony’s hair, making it stick up, before standing. “Easy,” he explained. “Your mess. You clean it up.”
Tony sighed. “Yes, Boss. Hey, Boss?”
Gibbs stopped from where he was bending to pick up the flashlight and the plug. “Yeah?” he asked.
“Love you.”
“Love you too,” Gibbs replied with a gentle smile, but he was already thinking about what he was going to do next if Tony wouldn’t stop that damn flirting…
~End.
Author: Kathie
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Tony DiNozzo/LJ Gibbs
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be and never were.
Warnings: Penetration with an object not designed for sex
Word Count: 1,075 words
Summary: Gibbs decides that Tony didn’t quite learn his lesson…
Author’s Notes: For
kink_bingo, prompt: Object Penetration (Not Designed For Sex). Sequel to “Punishment.”~*+*~
“DiNozzo!”
Tony slowly blinked his eyes open at the sound of his name. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep; hadn’t really expected to be able to, especially with the thick plug still deep inside him.
Quickly, he climbed to his feet while one of his hands drifted to the front of his comfortable sweatpants, giving his more than half-hard dick a quick squeeze, before taking him the few steps to the staircase.
“Wha-“ he started, but before he could finish the sentence, he found himself caught and pinned to the wall.
“I told you not to flirt on the job,” Gibbs whispered, close to his ear, and pressed one thigh in between Tony’s legs.
Tony arched his back, to press his ass against Gibbs’ front, as, with sudden sharpness, arousal exploded behind his eyes, making him pant and whimper slightly and send his dick from the state it had been in to fully aroused within seconds.
He was only vaguely aware of Gibbs’ fingers on the waistband of his pants, and tried to help him push down the pants and his underwear, but Gibbs’ hands caught his and guided them back against the wall.
“Leave your hands there,” he instructed, his breath ghosting hotly against the sensitive shell of Tony’s ear. “Don’t move them.”
“Yes, Boss,” Tony murmured.
Gibbs only chuckled darkly and gently bit down on the lobe of Tony’s ear, causing another set of shivers to race down his spine.
“Good,” Gibbs simply said and shoved Tony’s pants down. He actually took the time to kneel and pull them off one leg completely, leaving them twisted around one ankle while he pressed a quick kiss to the creamy white flesh of one ass cheek.
Tony bit the inside of his cheek sharply at the unexpected gentleness, but there wasn’t time to revel in it. Gibbs ran his hands up Tony’s legs, starting from the ankles while standing, and the part of Tony that was not whimpering and clutching at the wall with sweaty fingers, hysterically thought about the fact that Gibbs was systematically patting him down, as if he was looking for weapons.
Gibbs’ chest pressed against his back, the body heat seeping through the layers of fabric still between them, while his foot was pressing against the inside of Tony’s ankle, encouraging him to spread his legs wider.
Tony complied, his muscles shifting and gripping the plug in him tighter.
One of Gibbs’ hands brushed up his sweaty back, pushing at the t-shirt Tony was wearing until it was tangled over his chest, stopped in its upward slipping by his arms. Gibbs left it there and ran his hands over Tony’s sides again.
Blood was rushing in Tony’s ears, and when he felt Gibbs grasp the base of the plug and press it firmly into him before pulling it out, he couldn’t stop himself from crying out at the loss. He thrust his ass backwards, feeling empty and like he was missing something vital, even if the plug hadn’t been in him for that long. In addition to that, Gibbs had taken a step back, as if to observe his every reaction.
Tony knew that he was still there, and if he let his head hang, he could see just the top of Gibbs’ shoe, but the older man wasn’t touching him anymore, and that alone made his hips push back, pump into thin air to seek a relief he knew he wouldn’t get just yet, and Goosebumps rise on his exposed skin. He tried to get Gibbs to do anything – anything.
Suddenly, as unexpected as he’d been gone, Gibbs was back, one hand pulling Tony’s ass cheeks apart while his chest burned against Tony’s back again. Tony whimpered – he didn’t even have time to think as something hard was slowly pushed against his hole and easily slipped into it. His muscles clenched around the object – it was too hard, too cold and the angle was not quite right to be Gibbs’ dick, and even if he didn’t know what it was, he couldn’t stop himself from pushing back, taking more inside himself and, when Gibbs didn’t say anything to stop him, fuck himself on it.
“Yeah, like that,” Gibbs murmured, twisting the object and pressing it firmly against Tony’s prostate. “God, Tony…”
“Boss,” Tony wheezed. Sweat was pouring down his body, into his eyes, making him blink against the sting and making his shirt stick to his skin.
“Tony,” Gibbs murmured again. His hand came around Tony’s slender hips, brushing through the trimmed, coarse hair growing on Tony’s lower stomach, just above his dick, before wrapping around it, not moving, but letting Tony fuck himself on the object impaling him and then push into the tight ring of his fist, soon slippery with pre-come.
Tony whimpered again as his knees buckled and his hands clenched against the wallpaper, and only Gibbs’ strong arm kept him from slipping down when orgasm finally overwhelmed his every sense. The object was eased from his asshole, and Gibbs pressed a brief kiss into Tony’s hair.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
Tony nodded exhaustedly and pressed his head against Gibbs’ chest.
“Yeah.” His voice was creaking, and he had to swallow and cough before continuing. “What was that?”
Gibbs hesitated slightly. “Flashlight,” he finally admitted.
One peek over Gibbs’ shoulder revealed, indeed, a flashlight on the floor, covered by a condom and glistening with lube.
“You fucked me with a flashlight?” Tony asked, disbelief coloring his voice. “Why?”
Gibbs chuckled and kissed him briefly. “I’m not twenty-five anymore,” he pointed out dryly. “Why do you think? I just fucked you before we left the office. And this was the first thing I could think of.”
“Kinky,” Tony said around a yawn. “Abby would be so proud if she knew.”
“Probably.” Gibbs glanced at the come-covered wall. “Are you going to clean that up?”
“Why me?” Tony asked back, but it was more of an instinct than a real complaint.
Gibbs ran his hand through Tony’s hair, making it stick up, before standing. “Easy,” he explained. “Your mess. You clean it up.”
Tony sighed. “Yes, Boss. Hey, Boss?”
Gibbs stopped from where he was bending to pick up the flashlight and the plug. “Yeah?” he asked.
“Love you.”
“Love you too,” Gibbs replied with a gentle smile, but he was already thinking about what he was going to do next if Tony wouldn’t stop that damn flirting…
~End.