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Taken in the rain
For raynedanser: Gibbs/DiNozzo, rain, and handcuffs.
Thunder rumbles overhead and if he bothered to count he'd get to three before seeing the lightning flash. The rain pours down, cold and soaking, plastering his clothes to his body. He knows he'll have to fight to get his jeans off later and his shoes might be a complete loss.
But these thoughts fly through his mind and run away like the water streaming down the sidewalk. What's more real right now are the metal cuffs digging into his wrists, the strain in his shoulders from his arms being pulled behind his back. The smooth hood of the car under his chest. The shocking contrast between the cold rain drenching him and the heat of Gibbs' body at his back--Tony wonders if there's actually steam rising from their skin.
And the feel of Gibbs' cock buried inside him, hot and thick and solid, owning him with every thrust into his body, every rub over his prostate. Tony pushes back into it as best he can, his chest slipping a little against the car.
Gibbs' hands are hot on his hips, holding him steady, keeping him from falling down, from melting into the rain pouring over them both. They tighten with every push into him; Tony thinks they might leave bruises and doesn't care. He's so close now, on the verge of coming like this, bent over his car and handcuffed, in the rain with his jeans around his knees and Gibbs fucking him where anyone could come by and see and oh God, that image is all he needs because now he's coming with a shudder and a cry that's swallowed up by the thunder overhead.
The rain washes away the semen on the car, like it never existed.
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