Anthony DiNozzo/Abby Sciuto wax, tattoos, comfort, pigtails

"Just relax, Tony. I know it hurts right now, but trust me, I can keep your mind on other things."

Tony gasped as Abby's hand surrounded hism. Who would have thought getting inked would turn him on so much. When the tattoo artist had started outlining the badge on his chest, the back of her hand brushing against his nipple, Tony'd started stirring. And as she began tattooing him, the had pain blossomed into something dull, but there—constantly there. And his body had grown, leaking constantly into his designer jeans. For hours.

He hadn't dared to squirm, in case he ruined the tattoo artist's work. But he'd been hard and aching for a while. His body hadn't softened when Abbs got her nipples pierced. In fact, he'd almost made a mess in his pants. She and the piercer had a close relationship, from the way the stacked blonde had rubbed Abby's nipples before clamping them. And when she'd been pierced, her scent flooding the air, her moans and hand pressing into her pants showing him her need, he'd had to resort to thinking of McGee—naked—to get his body to calm down.

Tony'd wanted some sort of a permanent marker of the change in his life. Gibbs was in Mexico now—retired—and Tony was the MCRT team leader. Only Abby had a way of contacting Gibbs, and Tony wasn't sure he wanted to talk to Gibbs anyway. When Tony had seen Gibbs before he'd driven to the airport, Gibbs had told him that he wouldn't have put the team in anyone else's hands. Tony needed to make his former boss proud—even though he knew that didn't make sense. And even though he was hurt by Gibbs leaving.

Tony couldn't deny that the badge was also for the ones they'd lost. Kate, Pacci, even Gibbs who had retired rather than dying in the line of duty. It was a constant reminder of who he was and what job he had to do.

"Stop thinking so hard," Abby said, her dark red lips turned up. "I'm trying to get you off, and all you're doing is day dreaming. What are you thinking about?" she asked, her hand tightening on him.

"Ink," Tony replied. "Nipple."

"Mine…or yours?" Abby leaned in, licking Tony's nipple. The shaved flesh around it was irritated from the tattooing and was extra sensitive right now and he groaned, his body moving restlessly on the bed.

"Both," Tony whispered.

"You got so turned on, didn't you. I could smell you the entire time they were working on you, and the tent in your pants. God, Tony. And then your jeans started getting wet and all I wanted to do was lean in and lick it clean."

Tony gulped, nodding.

"I knew I got off on pain, but I never knew that about you, Tony. But the way you got so turned on." Abby stopped there and moved off the bed, the rings in her nipples flashing and catching the light.

"Don't touch," she ordered, tapping his thigh.

"Fine, Abbs." When she'd left the room, Tony traced a finger over the outermost area of shaved skin, just beyond where the layer of ointment sat over his new ink. The whole area stung and when he pressed inward, he realized he got off on pain. He got off real good.

When Abby came back with a lit candle, a big thick one in a heavy base, Tony knew what was coming and he found himself nodding eagerly.

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