CHAPTER THREE: Hunger
Knowing Tony as he does, Tim gives him a brief, reassuring squeeze before getting up. Tony needs time, he isn't ready to talk more or even think about all that has happened. Forcing it will only make Tony more desperate to run. "Come on, Pet. Shower time."
He doesn't resist as Tim guides him into the bathroom and under the spray. Lost in his thoughts, he takes no notice as he is washed thoroughly. Tony feels completely unbalanced. Have I always been attracted to men? Is that why I teased Tim about being gay? Is that why I needed to know if Tim was gay? Because deep down I knew I was attracted to him?
Just yesterday he was Anthony DiNozzo Jr., charming, STRAIGHT playboy that loved the ladies. Now he's—hell, he doesn't even know what he is now. Clearly he is eager to submit to Tim, Timothy fucking McGee master of all things nerdy, who apparently has a hidden dominant personality that arouses Tony faster and more intensely than any lover has before. Tony wonders if this is what he has been subconsciously seeking all these years: domination. As much as he'd like to say it isn't, it makes sense. His sexual experiences, and there have been many, while satisfying at the time have always left him feeling somewhat—empty, like something was missing. But with Tim, sex is perfect, like the needy, hidden desire within him is being satisfied for the first time. And Tony can freely admit that all his life, he has craved belonging. His neglected upbringing left him needy, seeking attention in all the wrong ways. Tony knows he still does it, acts impulsively or immaturely to get people to notice him. Looking at how he's treated Tim in the past, the nicknames, the pranks, and the teasing, all of it was to get his attention. Now he has it, Tim is completely focused on him. On owning him. On caring for him. On claiming him. Tony belongs to him if he can get up the courage to accept it.
Tim presses against Tony's back. He kisses his wet neck then moves his mouth to Tony's ear. Tim licks playfully at the curve of his ear before ordering softly, "Stop thinking." He nips his ear as a warning.
Just in time, Tony's thoughts come to an abrupt halt. A few beats more and he would have started to freak out. Tony isn't one for self-awareness or self-evaluation, which probably is why his desire for domination and his less than straight tendencies remained hidden for so long.
Tim knows not to let Tony think too much. Too much has happened since last night, allowing his boy time to consider his new self revelations is a recipe for disaster. Tim intends on using every hour of this weekend to thoroughly claim Tony. By the end, Tony will have no doubt who he belongs to. His left hand curls loosely around Tony's throat. It is not enough to hurt while still firm enough to hold a hint of a threat. Tim smirks when he hears a hitch in his boy's breathing. Tony is turned on by his commanding power and by the threat. His right hand trails down Tony's slick chest and Tim tweaks Tony's nipple harshly. Tim grins to himself as the sharp pain pulls a gasp and shudder out of Tony. Why is he not surprised that Tony has a pain kink? Tim grinds his cock against Tony's reddened bottom in enticing circles, eating up his boy's pleasured cries. Tugging ruthlessly, Tim purrs, "When I get you home, Pet, I'm going to tie you to my bed and make you cum simply from tugging on your nipple clamps."
Tony closes his eyes, letting his head fall back onto Tim's shoulder, groaning deeply. His fingers dig into Tim's thighs as he pictures it in his mind. Tony cannot stop from whimpering when Tim's deft fingers pull away from his abused nipple. "Tiiimm," he whines in protest.
Tim only chuckles, he pauses a beat before encircling Tony's erection. "So hard for me." He caresses Tony in slow, teasing strokes.
"More."
Tim has no intention of giving Tony more though. He going to have fun training his boy to have self-control. Tim smirks, thinking about keeping Tony constantly on the edge of coming all day at work as part of his training. "I don't think so, Pet."
Tony isn't afraid to fight dirty to get what he wants. He reaches back, taking hold of Tim's ass and yanking him forward. Tony grinds his ass against Tim's cock, trying to tempt Tim into taking him.
Amused by Tony's desperate attempt, Tim allows it for a minute before he puts a stop to it. He spins Tony, pinning him against the shower wall. With dominant fire in his eyes, Tim warns, "You are not in charge here, Boy. You will take what I so graciously give you, nothing less and nothing more. Do you understand?"
The dominant display makes his cock jerk and with wide eyes, Tony gulps and nods. Being called pet or boy makes him feel owned. That feeling overwhelms him, forcing liquid desire through him. How is dominant Tim so hot?
"Use your words, Boy."
"Yes—yessir." His mind chants with satisfaction, I am his boy.
Tim smirks, praising, "Good boy." Tony submits beautifully, just as he knew he would. His boy is finally getting what he so desperately craves. Tim guides him out of the shower, drying him off. Not bothering to dress either of them, Tim leads Tony to the kitchen. Finding eggs, he starts to whip up a couple of omelets. "Make some toast."
Tony obeys, despite his hunger being more for sex than food. He doesn't have to be happy about it though and pouts adorably. Tim is as aroused as he is but appears content to ignore his need to make breakfast.
Tim stands firm despite how cute Tony looks pouting for being denied. His sweet little Sub needs to learn that Tim is in charge. He makes the decisions around here, especially concerning their sex life.
The toast pops up and Tony slathers his slice with peanut butter and jelly. "What do you want on your toast—McG—er—Tim?" Tim quirks a brow questioningly at Tony's awkwardness. "What should I call you?" Tony asks softly. "M-Master or Sir or something?" Tony's eyes stare at the ground, not quite comfortable in asking but needing an answer.
Tim smiles gently, lifting Tony's chin. "Pet, Sir or Tim is fine. I am not your Master, I am your Dominant and you are my Submissive. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir," Tony answers. He is comfortable with calling him by his name or Sir, even if acknowledging he is anyone's, much less Tim's, Submissive is challenging.
"Good. Just peanut butter on my toast, okay?"
Tony nods and spreads peanut butter on the slice of toast. He smiles to himself, at least now he knows what to call Tim. It's one less thing to feel unsure about. Tony prepares two cups of coffee and sets them on the table. Before long, the omelets are done and on plates alongside the toast.
Tim puts the plates onto the table and turns to Tony. "Do not move. I will be right back."
Tony watches him retreat. With Tim gone, he looks down and considers touching himself. Instead he huffs, crossing his arms to prevent himself from being tempted. Tony carefully doesn't examine why he is resisting, not ready to admit that he doesn't want to displease Tim.
Tim comes back a second later with lube in his hand, which makes Tony grin. Tim shakes his head. "Lean over the table." Tony scrambles to obey, sighing as the first slick finger sinks inside him. He is rapidly getting used to how it feels to have Tim, his fingers or his cock, inside him and how his body seems to crave it. Tim stretches him quickly with Tony eagerly shoving back, and then lubes his cock. He sits down in the kitchen chair, spreading his legs wide. "Let's eat, then."
Tony can't believe it, Tim wants to eat now? Grumbling to himself, Tony pulls out another chair.
"No. You sit here," Tim orders, his hand indicating exactly where Tony will be sitting.
Tony's eyes flit from Tim's eyes to his lap. He likes this idea much better. Grinning, Tony straddles Tim's lap backwards. Balancing himself, Tony sinks down onto the cock Tim so helpfully holds in place for him. His mouth hangs open and he groans at the slow intrusion. Tony wiggles contently as he's seated completely. It feels good, enough that Tony does not care what it says about him. Tim pushes their chair closer to the table. Handing Tony a fork, Tim says, "Eat."
Tony turns and gives him a look of pure disbelief. "Eat?" He's supposed to eat while Tim's cock is filling his insides deliciously? "But—" Tony wiggles pointedly.
Tim stills his movement by grabbing his hip. "Eat."
Tony deliberately squeezes around Tim. He has one thing on his mind and it isn't food. Tim shakes his head at Tony's cheek. He holds Tony still with a punishing grip. "Do not make me tell you again, Pet." Tony grins to himself, thinking about how much he'd enjoyed getting punished the last time. Tim turns Tony's face to his. "I know what you're thinking, Boy. You will not find pleasure with your next punishment." Tony searches Tim's face, reading confidence and warning. Tim smirks and adds, "But if you are good—" His voice trails off but his meaning is clear. Tony definitely likes the sound of that and picks up his fork, digging into the omelet. Tim says nothing about Tony's periodic squirming, simply continuing to eat. Tony, unsurprisingly, finishes first. He squeezes around Tim then wiggles, repeating the process while he moans at the delightful sensation. Finished, Tim allows Tony a bit of time before he stops him. "You did well, Tony," he praises, petting Tony's flank. "Now, how should I reward you, hmm? Another spanking perhaps? Fuck you right here at the kitchen table? Or do you want to ride me?"
Tony groans, three images flash in his mind in crystal clear clarity. He leans back against Tim as the other man starts to play with his nipples. "Any—ah, anything," Tony stutters as Tim thrusts up slightly.
Tim grins, his Tony is so eager. He will no doubt enjoy training his boy, showing him that Tim is the only one that can give him everything he needs. "Up." Tony squeezes his passage one last time before rising from Tim's lap inch by inch until his cock slips out. Tim stands up, his body millimeters from Tony. A burst of pleasure sparks at the little hitch he hears in Tony's breathing at his closeness. Tim quickly moves the plates and mugs from the table. Then he pushes Tony down, until his face and chest rest against the table top. Tim pets down his bare back and over Tony's sensitive cheeks. He presses hard against Tony's still sore cheeks from the spanking Tim had given him. Tim's cock jumps at the ragged moan the touch pulls from Tony. While his boy would love another spanking, Tim decides against it. He'll save that for later. Instead, he tugs Tony's arms behind his back and holds them securely just above Tony's ass. Tim wants him to give up control, to take what Tim gives him with eager submission. He nudges Tony's leg and Tony obediently widens his stance. Tim drags the head of his cock over Tony's hole teasingly before pushing inside.
"Ooohhh," Tony whines. The sensation of being under Tim's mercy and the first slow slide of Tim's thick cock entering him is overwhelmingly pleasurable. It shouldn't be but it is, just like everything else that's happened between them. With every time he's taken, Tony finds it easier to simply accept the pleasure Tim gives him instead of fighting against how it makes him feel. Tony closes his eyes, which only serves to make the pleasure of Tim bottoming out all the more intense. Tim rocks forward and back infuriatingly slow but all Tony does is make involuntary pleasured sounds at the feeling of the unhurried drag of Tim's cock inside him. "Yes, oh god, yes. Tim, oohhh." Tony cannot believe how good it feels. Restrained, powerless against the slick measured pace of Tim's dick moving inside him.
"I could fuck you for hours, Pet. My fat cock pushing inside you with lingering, slow thrusts. Would you beg for me? I bet you would. Beg me so prettily for more: harder, faster, deeper. But you'd take what I give you, wouldn't you? Because I know what you need." Tim's hips snap forward harshly, plunging deep.
"Nggh!" The unexpected thrust rocks Tony's body forward. "Yess, you k-know exactly what I n-need," Tony promises, his body jolting from Tim's forceful pace. He can feel his hard dick bouncing under the table from the impact.
Tim slows. His unpredictable pacing will serve to keep Tony unbalanced and emphasize that Tim is in charge. As a bonus, it will no doubt drive Tony mad with lust. Tim holds onto Tony's hip while he pushes deep. Stilling there, Tim closes his eyes and grinds his hips in circles. Then he pulls back, fucking into Tony lazily. He smiles at how pliant Tony is and how his boy makes no attempts to take control or even demand for more. Rewarding him, Tim quickens his pace. The surprised but pleased sounds coming from Tony make Tim all the more determined to fuck his boy undone.
Tim's hand holding his wrists grounds Tony in a way he could never have imagined. Even as lust swells and spreads through him, Tony focuses on the steady grip pinning his hands down and the sweet, hot feeling of Tim's cock moving inside him.
"That's it, Pet. Lose yourself in the feeling of my dick inside you. Touching places no one else ever has." Tim plunges deeper and deeper with every stroke.
"Tim, fuck, Tim."
"Do you feel it, Pet? Feel me claiming you inside and out? Feel how you are mine?"
Tony moans, caught up in how Tim makes him feel: whole and claimed and on fire all at the same time. "Yes, I feel it. I need it. Ugh!" Tony arches as Tim shoves forward forcibly.
"Give yourself to me. Let go, Tony," Tim coaxes.
Tony groans. He relaxes despite the fire burning intensely and relentlessly inside him. He lets go and gives Tim complete control.
Tim can feel it, the trust Tony is granting him. "I'm so proud of you. I'll take such good care of you, Tony. You're going to be my perfect boy, aren't you, Pet?" He starts pounding into Tony, determined to fuck the cum out of him. Tim finally releases Tony's wrists. He is pleased that his boy does not even twitch, keeping his arms behind his back. Tim holds Tony's hips tightly enough to leave bruises and fucks him fast and deep. Tony babbles incoherently, feeling the pressure steadily build within him. Tim fucks him harder, slowing but not stopping when Tony sobs out Tim's name. After giving Tony several beats to recover, Tim chases his own orgasm. He fucks Tony's perfect hole. "Your hole was made for me, made for my dick. So perfect and hot and tight around me. Fuck, Tony, gonna fill you so good."
"Yes, do it. Want it so bad."
Tim growls, "Mine!" Filling Tony with his hot seed, Tim savors the sensation of his cum slicking the way. Tim groans, his hips continuing to move slowly. Tony is completely relaxed and open under him, offering no resistance. Tim thrusts forward achingly slow, stilling as he bottoms out. Being inside Tony is everything Tim thought it would be, well worth the wait. The knowledge that for the first time in his life Tony has the full satisfaction he's always needed but never had is as pleasurable as Tim's own sexual fulfillment. He wants to stay like this forever, to fill Tony with such completeness that his boy needs only him. Tim takes the time to savor the feeling with no complaints from Tony.
Reluctantly, Tim pulls out inch by inch. Tony barely twitches and Tim takes the time to look his fill. Tony's body is relaxed as he lies on the table. His legs are spread obscenely wide and cum dripping from his hole. Tim cannot resist. He sinks to his knees and spreads Tony's cheeks. Tony makes a confused noise that quickly turns to a squeak when Tim drags his tongue over his hole.
"Wh—What are you doing?"
Tim's only answer is a contented hum. He licks up all the cum that leaked out before turning his attention to Tony's hole. He laps at it like it is a delicious treat. Tim hears Tony's shaky breathing and knows he's enjoying it.
"Ti—Tim," Tony stutters at the surprising pleasure he's feeling. He never realized how sensitive he is there, how satisfying it could feel getting his ass licked. How can Tim lick me there? Isn't it dirty? Tim clearly doesn't care how dirty it is and makes contented sounds as he laps at him. Tony moves his arms from behind his back to grip the sides of the table. "Fuck, Tim," Tony whines as he feels Tim's tongue stab inside him. Tim chases the taste of himself, eating Tony out eagerly. He sucks and nips at Tony's hole before fucking in and out of it with his tongue. The rimming is more for the simple pleasure of it rather than the frantic seeking of an orgasm. Tim slows bit by bit until he finally pulls away.
Tony lies there for several moments, savoring how he'd felt with Tim's tongue in his ass. Then he carefully eases off the table. Tony clears his throat, eyes down and a surprising blush rising on his cheeks.
Tim finds the blush adorable. He thumbs the pink flush gently, watching as it darkens at the touch. "What do you say about spending the night at my place? Hm?" Tim asks. He wants Tony in his territory. He wants to tie him naked to his big bed as he has imagined so many times over the years and just look his fill.
Tony's head snaps up as if surprised by the offer. He hadn't thought of anything outside the little bubble Tim created between them in his apartment. "I-I—" Tony stares at Tim, not sure if he can do this. Leave and face that this is real. Going outside with Tim, going to Tim's house will make this real; make what they have between them real. He is conflicted, his emotions are conflicted.
Tim gently tugs Tony closer, Tony doesn't resist, tucking his face against Tim's neck as Tim strokes his bare back soothingly. "Come home with me, Pet."
Tony shudders. That name Pet sends a mess of feelings through him. But mostly it makes him feel safe, protected, important, loved. All the things he's secretly craved his entire life. "Okay," Tony mumbles into Tim's skin. "Okay." He's going to grab this opportunity with both hands and hope it doesn't blow up in his face.
Tim smiles and strokes Tony's hair. "Thank you, Pet." Taming Tony will no doubt be trying as he will buck and flee and sabotage himself but in the end, Tony will happily choose to be his. In time, Tony will relish submitting to Tim and trust him absolutely. Until then, Tim will show Tony what he needs. Tim won't let his boy hide from the truth. Tony is his to care for and no one else's.