Tony DiNozzo awoke quickly, completely disoriented. He tried to stretch his arms but only barely twitched before he was brought up short. He twisted his head and torso, looking at the orange ties securing his wrists to the headboard.
He lifted his head, taking in the smirk of his lover. "We doing orange today?"
"Already started." Gibbs crunched down on a carrot and Tony's ass clenched around something cool and hard and unyielding through the thin latex membrane.
"Boss! You started the party without me! I'm wounded."
"You gonna start crying like a baby, DiNozzo? By the time I'm done, you'll be begging for mercy."
This was one of their things, organized by Gibbs to make their sex life even more interesting. Every once in a while the bossman liked foodplay, with Tony as his canvas. Last week it had been berries—strawberries, blackberries, raspberries, blueberries— crushed and mashed all over his body and then licked up seductively. By the time Gibbs had taken his cock head in his mouth, brushing the tip of a strawberry over Tony's nipples, he'd exploded. The foreplay had driven him to the point of insanity.
And here was round two…
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