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Going Down?
for morudai: Gibbs/Tony, sex in an elevator. (281 words)
The first time, he was too stunned to say anything. The second time, Gibbs had one hand over his mouth, keeping him quiet.
This time, he knows enough to keep his mouth shut, even if it means he's biting his lip so hard he's about to draw blood. His hands grip the safety rail, white-knuckled where they clench around the metal. His head falls back, hitting the smooth wall with a hollow thud.
Gibbs' hand on his cock is hard and rough, his touch just shy of vicious. Tony wants to whimper, to moan and plead, but they're in the elevator at work and if he makes any noise, any at all, someone will come looking. As it is, this has to be fast, quick and dirty or they're going to cause trouble with the elevator being stopped between floors. He has no idea how Gibbs gets away with this; he doesn't want to know. Right now, all he wants to do is come, and he's praying Gibbs lets him before they have to resume their day again.
Oh, God...Gibbs' thumb rubs over the head of his cock, just the way he needs it, up the underside of his cock and over the head again and again. Tony arches involuntarily, coming with a gasp he can't control or hold back. Blood roars in his ears and the world goes white behind his closed eyes.
When he manages to open his eyes, Gibbs is watching him, a lazy, predatory look in his eyes. He raises his hand, deliberately licking his fingers clean, and Tony shudders.
"Time to get back to work," Gibbs says huskily. "You can make this up to me later."
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