for Ianto Jones, thatsharassment

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[thatsharassment]

Bored? [Arches a brow] Not at all. Though I'm sure if you thought I was you'd find some way to cure that....[Smirks watching your hand] That and there really isn't much you do wrong.

[Unfastens your pants, and slides down the zipper. Looks up at you his head tilted slightly.]

The only exception being...that at the moment, I am...surprisingly over dressed, which...isn't like you..[Slips finger tips over the freshly exposed skin.] You might...want to remedy that, sir. [Heavily accented the words roll off his tongue purposefully.]

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I like you buttoned up. [he grins.] I also like you undone and writhing in my arms. Or on my dick. Or - you get the picture. [he's wearing boxers today, but Ianto's clever fingertips still draw a hiss and a sigh. As does the thought of himself, totally naked and pressed up against the Welshman's three-piece suit.]

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[His eyes slide closed in thought briefly before slowly opening again to focus crisp blue on you with a small grin in return.]

Oh..I know you do. Probably as much as I do.

Up..

[He raises a brow and gives your pants a small tug to get you standing. Fingers playing over your hips and toying with the elastic at the top of your boxers.]

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Penny for 'em? [he stands up obligingly, stretching and resting his hands behind his head.]

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Hmm..I..[He swallows, and opens his eyes to look at you.] You..Just...you. [He leans his face into your hand smiling softly.]

[Chuckles] I always look fantastic. [Smirks. Pressing closer trailing hand down your sides to your hips, and pulling you against him, before moving them around to hold you by your ass, and rock his hips against you.] And you're perfect...

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[He moans softly, pressing his bare... everything closer, closer, but at the last statement?

He pulls back enough to talk.]

I'm not - never will be and would like you to recognise that. But thanks for the compliment. I think.

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[Groans. God Jack this is not the time for you to-Or rather for him to have started this. He sighs and cups your face in both hands. Kisses the end of your nose.]

You are, to me. And you're welcome. Now..Don't you dare try to have a discussion with me right now, Jack. I am really not in the mood for that. After? Maybe, but now? I will hurt you.

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Try me. I'm not. And it gets dangerous if you start thinking I am. [Killed his girlfriend?]

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It really isn't, but I wasn't about to complain. I do sort of like my view.

[His hand wraps around your erection and he begins with a slow steady teasing stroke.]

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he smiles faintly and twitches a little in Ianto's hand, although he doesn't make any more noise. He's had a long time learning to control himself. The waistcoat is gently pulled off and placed on the sofa, and then he starts on the tie.]

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[He lets go long enough to get his coat off and returns his hand again. This time giving a gentle stroke of his finger tips along your length and down to brush lightly over your balls before returning to his firm grip and gentle slow stroke.

His thumb rolling over the head gliding against the slit and the beads of fluid there. He loves the control you have, he loves how you can focus. He tries, but..he doesn't come close. Even your hand doing something as simple as tugging off his tie sends a shiver down his spine. All the control he has in day to day life you manage to completely undo with the simplest touches of your hand.]

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[He undoes Ianto's shirt and, as it falls around his hands, pulls away enough and he kneels down. Kissing the skin just above his belt, he glances up at Ianto before sliding a long lick over the fabric of his suit trousers - over where they're out of shape from within.]

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Gah..[He pushes out a breath through clenched teeth.] Mhm.. Perfectly. [So maybe his legs are trembling a bit. More from anticipation than from really anything else. And damn your tongue...]

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[closes his eyes momentarily, stops teasing around and moves onto the action. He noses through the dark curls to lick a broad stripe up the base of Ianto's length. He curls his tongue to say again how much he enjoys this, how good Ianto looks here, now but neither of them seem too good with showered compliments - so he focuses his mouth on... other things.]

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[His hands slide down to rest on your shoulders massaging, distracted. He makes a small whimper as your tongue slides over him, the line left behind cooling almost immediately; it feels fantastic against his hot flesh. His fingers tighten on your shoulders squeezing when you talented mouth makes it's move, and he releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding in a soft puff of air and muttered cursing in perfect Welsh.]

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Mmm. [and he goes down on him slowly and deeply, savouring the taste and texture. His hands gently push at Ianto's thighs, urging him back to the sofa so that he can kneel between his legs properly.

He also scrabbles around until he finds the discarded stopwatch - and offers it up, still suckling away. How long can you last, his eyes ask, twinkling.]

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Oh duw, Jack! [His hips jerk forward on their own. His eyes fall closed and he mumbles.] Oedd i'n dweud hynny? [His fingers slip through your hair, petting in unconscious approval and encouragement.]Efallai Roeddwn yn camgymryd.

[Ianto groans, opening his eyes; he half smirks.] Sorry, Cariad. You're distracting.

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And you wouldn't want me any other way. [he gently kneads Ianto's buttocks before taking him back into his mouth.]

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No, I wouldn't...Gah..[His fingers tighten in your hair again, and again he finds it REALLY difficult not to push forward. Because you're good, so good and he wants more, but control...He manages to maintain a measure of control. Somehow.]

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[He's watching you, Ianto. Watching for lapses in that control, not sure whether he finds it or the knowledge of how desperately Ianto clings to it hotter.]