Fic: Heat 9
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Part 9 (revised)
"Cock ring's still on, remove it. Please.” Tony desperately pleaded and fought against the iron grip holding his hands behind his back. Not that he would be able to remove the leathery torture device himself with another centaur plastered to his back and in the way. The Circe du Solei would never invite him for an audition, Tony wasn't that bendy sideways.
Gibbs, instead of pulling out for a little bit to take care of the problem increased the speed of his thrusts. That only served to steal Tony's breath further and aggravate his 'problem'.
“It stays on.”
“But, but Boss!” Without meaning to, as if his body had a mind on its own, his fore hooves pawed the ground in protest. He nervously pranced on the spot but the additional movement only served to help Gibbs to fuck him deeper. Tony wanted to come, he felt like his poor aching balls would combust any second if the pressure didn't let up.
He panted faster and faster, threw his head from side to side. He nearly missed the “Here we go,” Gibbs roughly uttered and Tony dismissed the words from his mind because the stallion suddenly altered his rhythm. Instead of small rhythmic, regular movement Gibbs retreated nearly fully, slammed back and followed it up by a slow glide out again. Then another fast one that rocked the submissive centaur's body and stole the breath from his lungs. Gibbs was relentless and Tony could never predict what would come next, slow, fast, deep or shallow. He did not have enough working brain cells left to be embarrassed about the needy whines that steadily streamed from his mouth.
The sound of squelching smacks, skin meeting skin, of one centaur’s breathing heavily and the other one pleading... Every ridge and inch of the big cocks stroking against Tony's inside walls and entrances stoked the fire in his veins higher. Something had to give, had to, had to, had to! Tony sobbed. He had never felt like this before. The tremors that racked his insides increased in intensity, acquired strange little painful lightning bolts that sent sparks up to his brain and short circuited the last vestiges of thinking ability.
Time lost its meaning as well for a few heartbeats.
“You with me?” a deep voice called Tony back.
“Uh?” He shook himself and took stock of what was going on.
His poor neglected cock was still pulsing and pushing against its cage but the rest of ...well, everything down there was a mass of twitching muscles purring their satisfaction up to Tony's shocked brain. That had been nothing like the orgasms he was used to. And the little aftershocks he now felt only pointed out that they were happening around what felt like twin rods of steel.
Tony blinked sweat and tears out of his eyes, gulped down the little spit left in his mouth to wet his dry, achy throat.
Gibbs hadn't reached his own peak.
“Wow, Boss. That was...” for once Tony lacked the words to articulate himself fully. Or even partly. Then doubts assaulted him, bringing him back from this nice floaty place he had been catapulted up to and down to the very cold reality. Clenching his openings together told him that Gibbs really was just as hard as he had been before the younger centaur had orgasmed. Did that mean that he hadn't enjoyed himself as much as Tony?
“You didn't come?” He hesitantly dared to ask and tried to turn his upper body around to look at the dark centaur.
A tug and growl told him that this was not permitted. “Can't. Hold still, damn it DiNozzo. Stop your wriggling!”
Strangled laughter bubbled up Tony's throat. “You can't? I'm the one wearing a cock ring Boss, didn't see one on you.”
Gibbs growled. “Not allowed to, part of the test if we're compatible, my self control. You're revving my engine but even with all that incentive I can't get hard again as often as you'd need it naturally, have to hold it. If I can't match your need, they'll send another stud in to fuck you instead.”
Another stud? Tony froze in place. “I'm holding still, feel it? Still like the surface of a mountain lake on a windless day, like the crazy monks up in the Himalayas watching the snow melt, like-” A calloused fingertip pressed against Tony's lips.
“No talking either. Try to savor this respite, conserve your energy.” The finger left his lip. The next second Gibbs' left hand pressed over the place where Tony's heart was beating frantically. “Match my breaths. In. Out. In...”
Tony concentrated on the boss' voice and for a little while it was working. Then all this stillness and restraint began to only highlight the waiting, throbbing hardness in his ass and pussy. Oh Zeus, he really, truly had one of those now too, hadn't he? Shit. He could only be thankful that it wasn't accompanied by working reproductive organs, hermaphrodites couldn't conceive. And said pussy, as if it had a mind of its own, was beginning to actively massage the stiff intruder inside and of course his traitorous asshole took up the challenge and started to contract as well instead of just twitching.
“Ugh, sorry boss.” Tony whispered.
“It's beginning again. You're fully into your heat now.”
All Tony could do was helplessly nod his head and lean back against the strong body on his back, not even bothering to suppress the needy sobs any longer. And he had thought that he could ride this out with the help of sex toys? By now he would be writhing helplessly on the floor of his apartment, keening for someone to help him.
He didn't know how long it lasted; it left him with the impression of frantic activity interrupted by passive, tender breaks. Strong hands gentling him and directing him in turn. Trice Gibbs had held him close after the stallion had ejaculated, tried to keep him halfway calm until the older centaur was getting hard again. Tony refused to think too much about the words that had tumbled out of his mouth. So damn needy.
But now the fog had lifted and the tyrannical needs of his body had let up a bit. Good, he doubted that he would have been able to stay on his legs one more time, with or without Gibbs steadying presence.
“Never thought I'd say that about sex, but...not again, please.”
Gibbs dismounted and Tony flinched. That wasn't a good feeling at all. The kiss the stallion pressed against his forehead on the other hand and the way he steadied him on the way to the doorway, that felt wonderful.
“Nah, for tonight it’s over. We have to give your body time to heal a little bit or there'd be the risk of injury anyway. Ducky will take good care of you.”
And with those words and after ruffling through Tony's soaked hair one more time he disappeared. The waiting Ducky wrapped a blanket around the young companion's shoulders and then took him by the hand. Tony, numb and unresistingly, followed the kind male to their accommodations.
Tony limped, his legs stiff, down the corridor. He could feel how with every step he took a little bit more of Gibbs' come mixed with his own juices was seeping out of his body and down his legs. Tonight he spared possible onlookers and what they might think no thought and held his tail high on his own. Tail hair and sticky, rubbed raw skin? Not a good combination. He felt sore but much more than his stinging openings, the emptiness inside, it was the emptiness beside him that was making him miserable.
Why had Gibbs left so fast?
Ducky was clucking and looking at him compassionately but he was a pale substitute.
Tony took another stumbling step and something bumped lightly against his belly. He looked down and blinked at his neglected, stiff and bobbing penis.
Huh. Gibbs hadn't removed the cock ring, and Tony had forgotten and was only now becoming aware of it again. Well, come to think of it, adding another sensation to the mix might have very well blown his brain.
“See Duck, I was right. You're the one to remove it.” As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them. This once Tony wished to have been mistaken. Ducky had said only his mate would be allowed to take it off and allow him to come... well, comes this way as well. Gibbs never forgot anything. Never.
Did that mean that, even after tonight, that Gibbs wasn't Tony's mate?
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