Notes: I just love this fic. Sorry, had to get that out before I said anything else. I put PWP down under genre, but it's more than that. Yes, it all happens in bed, and the sex is intense and hot as hell, but it's the revelations both Tony and Gibbs make while they're there that make this such a wonderful fic. And both characterizations just shine. I can't really say too much more without spoiling it for you, but even if you don't read NCIS, you can read this one, and totally understand what's going on. She puts it right out there for you, and I love her for it.
For most people, being blindfolded during sex is about the sensory deprivation. Taking away vision makes all the others seem more powerful. Taste. Smell. Touch.
That was why Gibbs had wanted to try it. He'd wanted Tony to focus on his voice, that first time. He'd wanted Tony to hear him and to feel him and not to get distracted by how they looked moving together. Tony always gets distracted when he can look. One of these days he'll convince Gibbs to let him record them, or at least bring a mirror into the bedroom.
But taking away Tony's vision had done more than remove his distractions. It seemed to remove his inhibitions, too. At least when it came to talking.
Not that he's the quiet, grunt-when-it-feels-good type. He talks plenty in bed, but always about his partner. He likes to tease them, to tell them how good they look, to ask what feels good, what they want more of. Tony never made the mistake of assuming that he knew exactly what his women wanted. He never forgot that every woman is different and that they like different things. His bed partners went home happy because he asked what they wanted and gave them what they asked for with more attention than anyone had bothered with before.
Before Gibbs, no one had done the same for Tony. Maybe the fact that he tended to chase his partners meant they thought letting him catch them was reward enough, or maybe they just hadn't cared. Tony couldn't really blame them; it wasn't like he made it easy. He couldn't seem to ask for more of what he liked or demand something his partner might not want to give him. What if it was too much to ask? What if he freaked them out or pissed them off? The last thing he wanted once he got into a warm bed with an enthusiastic partner was to be left there alone. It was easy to ask what someone else wanted. Talking about what he wanted meant risking giving something away.