Fic: Heat 13
Part 12
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Part 13 (revised)
Tony watched from out of the corner of his eye how Gibbs reared up and had only a few seconds to admire the powerful muscles bunching and stretching beneath the dark coat on hind haunches and lower body. The action also gave him an excellent look at what would hopefully very soon fill him to the hilt. In his less lucid moments during the afternoon he had fantasized about Gibbs' cocks, their girth and length, thickly coated with precum and how they would be - right this moment, now! Now! - perfect to make him fly.
A warm heavy weight settled on his back, then nothing. Of course Gibbs had to take his own sweet time. The silver haired bastard wasn't the instant gratification type; you only had to look at his hobby. Who else would build a huge sailboat without the help of power tools?
Without consciously meaning to, he balled his hands into fists, and then opened them. Repeated the process in the hard beat he longed for, and gnawed on his lower lip. No demands, Ducky had said no demands. Calloused hands closed over Tony's, brought them forward and didn't let go. Gibbs’ thumbs stroked Tony's inner wrists slowly -what else? - until the younger centaur was breathing in the demanded rhythm.
Only then, with one continuous merciless push, did the stallion enter his mate and didn't stop until he was buried completely. Gibbs began to thrust in time to the maddeningly slow and gentle rhythm he had taught Tony via his hands.
Yeah, the movement hurt, burned like hell in fact. How could it not? Tony being sore, Gibbs being so big? But pain was just a minor concern on Tony's radar. His body craved fast, wanted hard!
“Boss?”
“Relax. You're not the one in control,” Gibbs commanded.
Relax? A climax would be relaxing, this just riled Tony up. But he knew the boss, he would speed up when he wanted to and deemed Tony ready, not one second sooner. All Tony could do was ...well, try to relax.
Without his input Tony's breathy moans began to synch as well. At first he had tried to purposefully use his inner muscles to try and provoke his mate into more. “Thought I don't have to beg?” Tony murmured.
All it got him was a breathy laugh and the bastard going even slower! “Told ya, gonna give you what you need, no need for begging.”
Minutes went by. Tony, helpless to do anything but feel, sank into a dream-like state. It was as if someone had flipped a switch in his head. Suddenly giving himself over to someone else’s care wasn't hard at all. This time outside his everyday life, away from the demands of having to make decisions, even simple ones like what to eat and what to wear, where to touch; it was a gift. Going back to basics, to the most important things in life.
There was a reason for why Tony had never heard details about what went on at the Gathering Plains. Rumors and general information, yes. Details, names, how many studs someone had exhausted until they were satisfied? Who had paired off with whom? If the individual wasn't talking about it, no, not a chance. Every stallion who volunteered to take part in the rituals was honor bound to do their best for the submissives entrusted into their care, to lead them through their Heat.
Well, that was the theory. The practical application might be lacking; he only had to think of how angry and confrontational he had been himself when he had arrived, but the idea itself had merit.
And Tony had been so fucking lucky, hitting the jackpot. It wasn't some kind and randy stranger who was touching him just now. It was Gibbs, the one centaur on earth who was able to read Tony like an open book, even if he occasionally got a paragraph wrong. Who was both broken and perfect himself. Who seemed to consider him worthy of being his mate and who would always keep him safe from outside threats and from himself as long as Gibbs drew breath.
And who masterfully wielded his body like a weapon, knew exactly what to do to subdue a target even on a battlefield of carnal passion. Gibbs was in the kind of focused head space Tony had before only seen him in during some of their difficult cases.
With his eyes half closed Tony let the human part of his body sink back until the back of his head rested on his mate's shoulder, trusting Gibbs to keep them in balance. He relaxed while his lower body effortlessly rocked to the beat of Gibbs' hips. “Mmmmm. Feels so good.”
The answering hoarse chuckle made his heart flutter. Tony hazily turned his face to the side and nibbled on his mate's jawline, as far as he could reach. Salt, musk, sawdust, heat and pressure and Gibbs Gibbs Gibbs Gibbs. He nearly missed his orgasm building up until the contractions shook him apart. All without his mate speeding up.
And Gibbs was there to put him together again. And again.
The Heat was finally lessening for the night. They were both catching their breaths after a particular energetic bout of fucking that had left them both out of breath and soaked with fresh sweat. Tony was playing with Gibbs fingers and did his best to ignore his softly clenching insides. The younger male wrinkled his nose. Hard or slow, one thing didn't change, his mate never dismounted fully. Nobody would dare to question Gibbs’ self control, not after witnessing the way he was taking care of Tony, but there was one inquiry the submissive centaur wanted to have answered. “Gibbs?”
“Hm?” The hands massaging his arms stilled.
“Why don't you draw back after I reach my peaks? I don't complain, but doesn't staying in me nearly all the time make it... harder for you?”
Strong hands clamped down as if to make sure that Tony couldn't be pulled off or move on his own. As if that was possible, considering how anchored and plastered the dark centaur was to him. “Not gonna let those pervs stare at what is mine, bad enough that they watch us mate.”
Pointing out that it was nothing the spectators hadn't seen before would be a bad idea given the way Gibbs had tensed above Tony, who guessed that now, after it had sunken in that Tony really was his, would make sure that it never happened again.
Fresh tingling announced that their respite was coming to an end; the sensation was building slower than the last time. “Once more with feeling, huh? Afterward....Doubt I can carry you back to my quarters on my back, you'll have to withdraw.” Tony joked weakly.
And then cried out when Gibbs pulled out completely without warning but still kept his position above Tony. Without Gibbs arms holding him by the shoulders the brunette would have lost his balance.
“No, that won't be possible in this form, you are correct. Transform.”
Tony complied without question and seconds later bare toes instead of hard hooves dug into the saw shavings on the floor. After over one week only in centaur form the change was a shock and Tony held onto Gibbs for dear life while he readjusted. Their mingled juices gushed out of Tony's holes, suddenly being much smaller than seconds before. The cock ring, a few sizes too big for his human penis, was sadly dangling from the stiff organ and the white bandage lay forgotten in the sawdust.
Gibbs had wrapped his arms around his mate, sheltered him against his body and Tony felt that the older centaur was waiting for him to get his bearings before he would transform as well. There wouldn't be many opportunities to see him like this in their everyday life. Again green eyes were drawn towards a certain goal. The massive centaur body was concealing a free line of sight.
“Guardian, may I ask you for a boon?” Tony formally asked. Until now everything had been about him and his needs and he couldn't help but feel like he was very selfish. It was time to show his Guardian how much he was valued while Tony was still able to think.
“What is your wish?”
“Ten minutes of your time, with you not moving.” Tony held his breath. He was asking for a carte blanche. Ten minutes could be an eternity or the blink of an eye depending on if you enjoyed what was going on.
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