Chrysalis | By : Leydhawk Category: M through R > NCIS Views: 5345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N Chapter specific warning: D/s, Nipple torture, Rimming, Anal sex, Toys, Spanking, Aftercare, Fingering, Oral sex
Chapter Eight: Equal Footing
Ten days of cases brings the team to Christmas, which they are finally off rotation for. Gibbs is eager to give Tim the gift he got him, anticipating the response he expects to receive in return.
It's Christmas Eve and they are sitting on the couch staring at the fire. Tim hung two stockings on the mantle, and got some evergreen garland and draped it there as well, but that's all the ornamentation the house has.
"Can we exchange gifts tonight, hon? I can't wait to show you what I got you," Tim says. Gibbs turns with a smile.
"I was thinking the same thing."
They each go get the boxes of supplies they bought, and hand them to the other as soon as they sit down.
"You first," Tim says. Gibbs cocks an eyebrow but opens his present anyway. On top is a padded, sapphire blue satin eye mask, identical to Tim's turquoise one save for the color. Grinning, Gibbs digs deeper and laughs aloud at the dark blue leather wrist and ankle restraints with their polished silver buckles. They're beautifully crafted, with a layer of padding on the insides, and each has a tooled stamp with TM on them. When Gibbs gets to wear these, he will indeed be property of Timothy McGee.
"Perfect," Gibbs says softly. Tim blushes and kisses him. Gibbs nods to the box in Tim's lap.
Tim opens it and gasps. A black leather paddle, nipple clamps, and a set of three different sizes of butt plugs are nestled in the paper within. Tim withdraws the paddle and examines it, adoring already the smooth, buttery covering, the way the braided leather on the handle feels like it gives enough grip to keep it firm in hand but smooth enough to be held tightly while it's used for a long time. He licks his lips and sniffs it, loving the smell. He's enraptured by it and he gives his other palm an experimental slap. Oh, that will sting! And with a full-armed swing, it could practically lift Gibbs off his feet. If he's not restrained, which he will be.
Gibbs begins chuckling as he watches Tim examine the paddle. Always his favorite tool for receiving a spanking, he'd never used one on Tim, and when Tim turns to him speculatively, he nods.
"Yes, we can both use it. But me first. I want you do to everything you can with it before you get to feel what it's like yourself."
Tim shudders and attacks him. The toys tumble to the floor as Tim climbs into Gibbs and pushes him back along the length of the couch. He ruts against the other man, who groans at the evidence of how turned on Tim is.
Kissing Gibbs aggressively, Tim moves on to biting down his neck and rubbing his nipples through Gibbs' shirts.
"Fuck!" Tim growls. "I want you right now, but I need to plan it out before we use this stuff."
Gibbs decides in an instant and takes over. He doesn't even have to flip them, he just shifts a little and lets his passionate masculinity rise. He controls the kisses now, and Tim melts into them.
"Uh-uh. Tonight, you're gonna put that little plug in me and I'm gonna fuck you senseless. Tomorrow we'll get our very Merry Christmas."
They roll together off of the couch. Tim snags the smallest plug and they hold hands as they hurry upstairs to their bedroom.
Penetrating Gibbs, first with a slick finger, and then with the little plug is wildly erotic for Tim. He's gasping and on the edge of coming just from the trust Gibbs is giving him.
For Gibbs it's poignant. He had a normal, beautiful vanilla love life with Shannon. After she was gone, he was so broken it took Mike Franks' Domination to even achieve an erection, and it took months of trying before he could bear to be penetrated. When they finally consummated their relationship, Gibbs had come blindingly hard, but he'd wept bitterly afterwards and only the tender loving aftercare from Mike had helped him through the deep sense of betrayal and shame he'd felt by allowing himself to climax with someone other than his wife. Their sexual relationship had continued for almost a year, until they'd agreed that they had gotten everything they could from it and they returned to being friends.
With Tim, it is such a blessed mix of emotions and associations. The physical feel of Tim's sensitive finger delicately entering him is familiar but so much more tender than anything Mike ever did. And the emotional connection is as deep as it was with Shannon, but different in that he is a different person now. When Tim kisses him and seats the plug inside his body, his analysis ceases and he gives himself over to the joy and pleasure of being with the man he loves.
Making love to Tim with the toy shifting with each stroke is mind-blowing. Tim watches the ecstasy on his lover's face and is overwhelmed with thrill of knowing he is the only person who has ever been with Gibbs like this. He gasps out his love over and over again until the words desert him and all that's left is ecstasy as he comes and comes and comes. Gibbs jack-hammers for the last minute or so, the thrusts causing him to clench and the plug to press just right, and then he's coming and it's so powerful he's barely conscious as the last few pulses make him shiver as he lays limply on top of Tim.
Tim removes the plug and cleans them up while Gibbs is still in his post-orgasmic stupor. Then he snuggles close and Gibbs burrows into his chest and they both silently witness the few tears that escape from Gibbs' eyes before they fall asleep.
In the morning, they make breakfast together and enjoy a leisurely time drinking coffee and fielding Merry Christmas emails and phone calls. They have a light lunch and Tim finally asks the question that might put off the scene they're both looking forward to.
"Are you sore from last night, hon?"
Gibbs shakes his head. "I'm fine. Might wanna use the medium plug-"
Tim gives him a flat look and he stops talking.
"Good. If you don't trust my judgment about what you're ready for and what I need to do to get there, this won't work," Tim says. His voice is just a little lower than usual, and Gibbs sucks in a breath as he sees the other man begin to find his Dom persona.
"Yessir," Gibbs replies automatically. Tim's eyes widen at the honorific, then he nods in approval.
"Very good. That's what you'll call me. Sir."
Gibbs is spellbound. Tim suddenly has become a Dom. His Dom. Sir.
"What's your yellow safe word?"
"Kevlar, Sir."
"And for red?"
"Sniper, Sir."
"Got it. Gather our presents and go downstairs," Tim orders, then walks away, leaving Gibbs to get up and hurry to comply. Tim goes upstairs and grabs a couple of things, then relieves himself and washes his hands, taking his time before he finally goes down to the basement.
Gibbs has carefully laid out each object across his workbench, and he's standing in the center of the room, back straight, eyes down. Waiting. Tim is aware of Gibbs' bad knee and shoulder. He's already made provisions in his mind and doesn't expect him to kneel. He'll take good care of Gibbs. Of his sub. Tim has to force the smile from his face.
Tim goes to the bench and sets down the items he brought. He nods to himself that Gibbs doesn't attempt to peek but waits passively.
"You are going to talk. You'll respond to my commands, and when I tell you to, you're going to tell me anything I want to know."
"Yessir!"
"Strip."
"Yessir!"
Gibbs takes his clothes off quickly and efficiently and folds them in a neat pile beside him. Tim picks up the lotion he brought down and squirts some in his hands. Then he starts rubbing all over Gibbs.
"You're mine."
"Yessir."
"Every inch of you belongs to me," Tim says. He lists off each body part as he touches him, and Gibbs responds obediently to each statement with his clearly stated, "Yessir."
Tim caresses Gibbs' chest and sides, then glides his hands along each arm before getting more lotion. He rubs Gibbs' legs, then rotates his finger so Gibbs turns around.
When he gets to Gibbs' ass, he squeezes it and parts his cheeks and speaks the words so his breath huffs across the warm valley between.
"Your ass is mine."
"Yessir," Gibbs replies, but there's a catch in his voice this time. Tim pauses and blows across his pucker and delights in the quiver that runs through him. When he leans in and teases Gibbs' entrance with the tip of his tongue, Gibbs' butt clenches in his surprise, blocking Tim's access.
A sharp slap to Gibbs' right cheek reprimands him.
"Your ass is mine and I will do anything I want to it."
"Yes...Sir."
Tim frowns. He gets up and comes around in front of Gibbs.
"Tell me why you hesitated."
"I was surprised, Sir."
"That's why you clenched up, not why you hesitated. Don't make me tell you twice."
"I have never had that done to me before, Sir.""Tell me who your ass belongs to.""You, Sir."Tim waits. "My ass belongs to you, Sir. You will do anything you want to it."Tim smiles a little. "Good. Now turn around and bend over. Hold your cheeks spread wide for me. I want to see what belongs to me."Gibbs obeys, but his face is flushed. He doesn't want to do this. It feels dirty and humiliating and he wants to refuse. "Sir?""What is it?""I don't like this.""I know. But I like it."Gibbs shivers. He doesn't reply. Tim starts playing with his asshole, rubbing it, lightly spreading it, studying it. Gibbs breath comes shorter. He hates this! His pride and strong personality are choking him. He wants to scream. "Stop!" The word fights its way out through clenched teeth. Tim leans in and laps at it, ignoring the request. "No! Stop!"Tim starts rimming him in earnest. He licks and works the pucker, grunting in pleasure. He can feel the tension coiling the other man tighter and tighter, but he's still standing there, holding his own ass cheeks apart, letting Tim do it. Gibbs growls. "Damnit, Tim, stop!"This is a transgression against Tim's explicit order, and must be addressed. Tim points his tongue and shoves it dead center, forcing it inside, just a little, before he stands up. "You have disobeyed me."The sub part of Gibbs writhes in shame. Tim watches as he trembles as the two aspects of himself battle. "Stand up.""Yessir." Gibbs straightens and resumes his sub posture.
"You have safe words."
"Yessir."
"Since you didn't use them, this is a transgression that will be punished. Tell me what you did that I am punishing you for."
"I used your name instead of calling you Sir as you ordered, Sir."
"That's the explicit part. What's the implicit transgression?"
"I denied you access to my body, which is yours, specifically my ass, which is yours to do with as you please, Sir."
Tim's glad Gibbs didn't dance around it. He knows Gibbs isn't playing at defiance, that he's truly struggling with submitting. Now is Tim's chance to show Gibbs that he's learned what it means to be a loving Dom, to help a sub overcome something.
"You'll receive ten strikes with the paddle. Go brace yourself on the workbench and bend slightly."
"Yessir." Gibbs obeys. He's breathing fast. He loved being paddled by Mike Franks. He knew just the right force to apply. Tim's never even received a paddling from Gibbs, so he may hurt him without intending to. So Gibbs really doesn't know if this will be agony or ecstasy.
"Count them."
"Yessir."
Tim holds the paddle carefully but firmly, like a racquetball racquet. He takes a breath and lets it out as he swings.
Whack!
"One, Sir!"Whack!"Two, Sir!"The strikes are perfection. They hurt, a stinging heat, but the face is perfectly aligned so there's no chance of bruising, and Tim's moved so he's not hitting the exact same spot both times. Whack!"Three, Sir!"He can trust Tim. He's not going to beat him, he's going to care for him as Gibbs cared for Tim. Whack!"Four, Sir!"Tim loves him. Gibbs went against what he told him to do. This punishment is justified. Whack!"Five, Sir!"There's no spots left on his ass that don't burn. Now it's really going to get rough. But he can take it. Tim wouldn't do more than Gibbs can take. Whack!"Six, Sir!"Shit! It hurts. These last four are going to suck. Whack!"Seven, Sir!"Gibbs is getting hard. The pain is beautiful. Tim's giving him exactly what he needs. Whack!"Eight, Sir!"He's speaking through clenched teeth. His ass is on fire! God, he loves it!"Why are you being punished?" Tim demands. Gibbs ass is fire engine red and has to hurt like hell. Tim's going to give him the last two strikes, but he needs to know if this is accomplishing what he's trying to accomplish. "I denied you my ass, Sir!"Tim slides his hand between Gibbs' cheeks and fingers him. Gibbs shudders, but Tim can tell it's pleasure this time. "I want you to tell me you want me to eat your ass.""I... Sir, it's not..."Whack!"Nine, Sir!""Say it. Beg me to lick your asshole."Gibbs whimpers. "Sir..."Whack!"Ten, Sir!""Do you think I am going to stop while you're still defying me?""I...""Either count or beg me to rim you.""Sir-"Whack!"Eleven, Sir!"Whack!"Tw-twelve, Sir!"Tim pauses. Gibbs is panting and his cock has veins standing out all along the length. But he doesn't say anything else. Whack!"Thirteen, Sir!"Whack!"Fourteen, Sir!"Whack!"Ah! Fif-fifteen, Sir!""Say it, baby. Say it and I'll stop. Your ass must be on fire, now.""Yessir, it is, Sir! It feels so good.""So beg, before it goes too far.""P-Please, Sir," Gibbs replies. He's falling, dropping into subspace. Sir loves him. Sir will give him what he needs. "Please what?"But the words stop in his throat. Whack!"Ow! Sixteen, Sir! Please, Sir!""Please what?""Sir! I... I..."Whack!"Aaahh! Seventeen, Sir! Fuck!""Beg me to eat you."Silence. Tears are filling Gibbs' eyes. He can't take anymore!Whack!"Please! God, please, Sir! Do anything you want to me! Eat my ass, please! Please, Sir!"Tim throws the paddle onto the bench and pulls Gibbs upright and into his arms. Gibbs ducks his head beneath Tim's chin and clings to him, his whole body quaking. Tim holds him and gently strokes his head. His hair is soaked with sweat and looks more gunmetal than silver. After a moment, Tim grabs the small and medium plugs off the bench, along with the lube, and guides Gibbs to the mattress. "Lay down, sweetheart," Tim says softly. "Yessir," Gibbs replies, even quieter. He does, laying on his side. Tim strips down, wanting to meet Gibbs on that level, and pulls two pillows to the middle of the mattress. "Face down, babe.""Yessir."When Gibbs is set, Tim kneels between his thighs, which were automatically spread as he positioned himself. Carefully parting Gibbs cheeks, Tim lovingly starts to rim him. Tremors shake him, but he doesn't fight it. Now that he's accepting what Tim is giving him, Gibbs can admit to himself that it feels amazing. He's already so aroused from the paddling that he's humping the pillows in less than a minute. "Tell me," Tim orders. "Sir! It's so good, Sir... Please don't stop," he groans. Tim goes back to it, but reluctantly sits back when he feels Gibbs tightening like he's going to come. Lubing the smaller plug, he inserts it, cautious that he's not stimulating Gibbs' prostate. Still, he moans in pleasure and Tim bites his lip at the sound. "How's that stretch?""More, Sir..."Tim removes it and presses the medium plug into him. Gibbs tenses at the widest spot, but relaxes when it's past and he's closed on the narrower neck. "I need you, baby. I need to feel you wrapped around me, and we can't fuck until you're stretched. Suck me, babe. Come here and suck my cock.""Yessir," Gibbs says instantly, but with a little smirk. Tim laughs, but gasps when Gibbs' talented mouth encompasses him. "Oh fuck, oh yeah... Oh! Like that! Yesss..." Tim guides him, telling him in no uncertain terms what he likes best, and Gibbs gets lost in the enjoyment of giving his Dom all his attention and trying to the very best of his ability. It's unbelievably hot having Gibbs behave this way. Tim pushes on his head and Gibbs tries to deepthroat him, but he gags. Tim holds his head there for a long moment, just to remind both of them who's in charge, then he pushes him off. "Get up, honey," Tim says. Gibbs climbs to his feet and waits. The pose is exactly the same as when Tim came downstairs, but his demeanor is completely different. This is, without a doubt, a submissive waiting on his Dom. Tim rises and kisses him, taking total ownership of the other man's mouth. When he breaks it off, he repositions Gibbs leaning face down on the workbench. It's almost time to fuck him, and Tim is shaking with anticipation. "Tell me what you're thinking, babe," Tim orders. Gibbs is floating. He knows on some vague level that they're playing in the basement, that being bent over his workbench and paddled until he howled was just the way his Dom took him deeper into subspace, but right now he just wants Tim to take him.
"Please, Sir... Please, Sir..." He mutters. A reassuring hand caresses his back and he settles. The hand moves down to his ass, running lightly over the skin that's still hot from the spanking he took. Fingers trail down his crack and he starts panting. The plug is twisted and he groans, then gasps when it's removed. He wants Tim's hard cock to plunge in and use him, to come deep in his gut. He wants it fervently, and he pushes his ass out, trying to demonstrate his need.
Tim smiles at the motion. Gibbs is ready for him, and Tim is more than ready as well. Lubing himself, he moves into position and lines up, rubbing the head over Gibbs' hole over and over. He places one hand on his back.
"Talk to me, baby. Tell me what you want," Tim encourages.
"You! God! Your cock in my ass, now, please, oh fuck, I need you! Please, please take me! Use me! Fuck my hole and come in my guts, Sir. Please. Aaahhh!"
Tim presses in, and the tightness actually worries him. Didn't he stretch him enough? It's tighter than Jimmy, more like when Gibbs holds him in his fist and squeezes until he's on the edge of pain. But this is nothing like pain; it's more like a whole new universe is opening up, full of the promise of endless ecstasy. Gibbs is arching his back and leaning toward him, so Tim bites his lip and slowly continues until he's flush against his lover's ass. Closing his eyes, he savors the moment. The heat, the sense of being wrapped up, being totally accepted and trusted is idyllic, and he never wants to forget it.
Then Gibbs starts to growl, but chokes it off. Tim laughs and pats his hip. "Say it, sweetheart."
"Please, please move, Sir!"
Tim draws back an inch and then snaps his hips. Gibbs cries out. Tim's euphoric. Gibbs loves it! He repeats it and lets the sounds his lover is making just wash over him.
"More! Harder! Sir! Please!" Gibbs gasps at Tim's pause. Tim shudders but doesn't immediately respond. He rolls his body up on his toes and bumps in. Gibbs is starting to shake.
"Oh, baby, I know you want this. I know you want it fast and hard. But I don't. I want the slowest, most drawn out fuck of my life. And who's this all about?"
Gibbs is struggling. His dominant personality is burning away the peace of subspace, wanting to demand that Tim fuck him. But Tim's right. He asked to submit, and that means making what Tim wants his priority.
Gibbs is thinking too much. Damn! What kind of a Dom is he if he can't even maintain one scene? He leans over, reaches around, and takes a hold of Gibbs' nipples in his fingers. He rubs them lightly, then with increasing pressure.
"Your ass is mine," Tim states flatly. He pinches the nubs and gives a small thrust to his hips. "You're gonna take what I want to give you. And I will only give you what you need, not what you want. You need to surrender to me, but you're not doing it," Tim continues, pinching harder and twisting. "Focus on the pain. Feel how each nip is directly in line with your cock, so when I-" He twists and a tremor runs through Gibbs, "-you can feel it between your legs, can't you? Answer!"
"Yessir!" Gibbs gasps. The words, said in a velvety version of Tim's normal tone, soothe him back down. He drifts, the pain and his full ass his only anchors.
Tim gives him several short thrusts in reward, and keeps pinching his nipples tightly. Glancing to one side, he sees one of the clamps Gibbs gave him, and he grabs it and replaces his fingers with it. The continuous stimulation should help keep Gibbs where Tim wants him. Next time, he'll plan for it better. He grins. Next time...
"Talk, baby. Tell me how it feels. Describe it."
"It's-it's perfect, Sir. You're so long and hard inside me... I want-""Ah!" He corrects him. "Describe how it feels." Tim rolls his hips and Gibbs grunts. "Full. Hot. Possessed. You're everywhere. You're everything! Oh, Sir!"Tim flicks the clamp and Gibbs jumps. "Oh! So good. Hurts... Goes straight to my dick, Sir, just like you said. Helps..." Tim gives him a short bump, eliciting another gasp. "Helps me focus. Ah!"Tim is done reveling in the stillness. He draws back until just the head is inside Gibbs' entrance, then smoothly glides back in. "Aaahh! Yes! Oh fuck! Please sir! Take your pleasure. Do what you want! Use my body!""Mmm... Yes, you're right. I'm gonna use you, gonna keep this slow pace for as long as I want, babe. Gonna ride you like a distance race. And you're gonna take it," Tim murmurs, matching words and deeds in long, slow, deep thrusts. It's exquisite torment. Gibbs wants it harder, faster. He wants to be chased to his climax and come all over himself. But Tim's in charge. He's in control. He's doing it his way, and Gibbs can't begrudge him that. With Tim taking over all responsibility, there's something inside Gibbs that can let go. He hasn't had this in decades, and the tears that spring to his eyes are tears of relief. Tim's relentless in his long, deep strokes, and the tears spill over and course down Gibbs' cheeks. A sob catches in his throat, and Tim sees, and feels and understands. "Baby... Oh honey, let go. Let it out. Give it to me. You don't have to carry it alone. Let me take it away..." Tim croons, encouraging, loving. A sob rips out of Gibbs, then another, then he's howling and choking and the flood that's been dammed up is released in a torrent as Tim keeps slowly, slowly fucking him, drawing the pain out like poison, the stress of always keeping in control, of being the one in command, the burden of success or failure always so heavy on him slipping away with the endless loving Tim's providing. When the storm of emotions blows out, Gibbs is empty: the perfect receptacle. Tim speeds up, knowing, understanding, that they're truly equals now. Gibbs provides him with something no one else can, and he's doing the same for Gibbs. With his left hand, he starts a whisper of motion on Gibbs' cock, while with his right, he removes the clamp. Gibbs twitches with the pain of release and relief from the stimulus on his nipple, but just accepts the change of pace and the new pleasure of having his dick touched. He's relaxed, letting all the feelings just subsume him utterly. Tim's exalted. This is bliss. They are one in their contentment and he joyfully plunges in faster and harder, the delicate touches on Gibbs' cock firming until he's stroking him in time with the motion of his hips. They're flying; higher and higher. Tim gasps and pants and speeds further until he's humping like a rabbit, listening to the low, continuous cries of his lover, and then they're cresting, exploding, and falling, the total ecstasy shared and doubled and Tim roars and Gibbs wails and they're even spurting in perfect time with each other, like the heartbeat of the world is expressing itself through them. They are everyone and everything and they are simply, purely one. Tim hauls them to the mattress and they curl tightly into each other. All their needs are met. All desires fulfilled. There's something in them now that's unified and neither one will ever be the same. They doze, and when he wakes, Tim nuzzles gently along Gibbs' jaw. "Mmm. Merry Christmas, my love.""Merry Christmas, Tim," Gibbs replies. He's come back from subspace all on his own, but Tim's soft murmur brings him back to himself. "I can't ever say thank you enough...""You don't have to. We've done for each other what we needed. We'll continue to do that for the rest of our lives."Gibbs smiles and relaxes into the strong embrace of Tim's arms. A/N I thought this was the end. I really did. But then another kink entered my imagination, so there was suddenly one more chapter. I’ll probably post it this weekend. Then a re-read of Unlikely Associations by cein on ff.net reminded me that Jimmy and Gibbs are really fun together, so there’s another chapter in the works after chapter 9, now. I don’t think I’ll list this as complete, maybe ever. It’s my neverending story of kink. I hope you’ll enjoy sporadic updates when the muse cracks her whip! Let me know what you think in a review, would ya?While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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