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Alliteration yay!
For malnpudl: Gibbs/DiNozzo, silence, sex, and senses.
He's stretched out on his stomach, hands gripping the covers and knees pulled up under him. The breeze blows in from the open window and he shivers as it brushes over his skin, carrying the scent of fall leaves and a hint of rain.
Gibbs moves inside him slowly, steadily, his chest warm against Tony's back and his teeth sharp where they scrape over Tony's throat. A gust of wind rattles the leaves against the window; it's starting to rain outside and if Tony were paying attention, he'd hear the low rumble of thunder or see the flashes of lightning.
He's not.
All he's paying attention to right now is this, the way Gibbs feels inside him, over him, driving him out of his mind one thrust at a time. His forehead drops to the comforter and he supposes it almost looks like he's praying.
He would, if he thought it'd help. But he knows better.
Tony breathes in the scent of rain and coffee, need spiraling tighter and tighter in the pit of his stomach every time he inhales. He moans in desperation, pushing back on Gibbs' cock, trying to get just that little more to push him over the edge.
Gibbs' hand wraps around his cock and pulls, hard. Tony comes with a groan just as the skies open up outside.
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