Fic- Silk
Title: Silk
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Ratings: Adult - sex, mild bondage
Spoilers: Nothing major.
Summary: Ianto enjoys silk.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Comments please!
Ianto had never thought of himself as a man who would wear silk. He’d never even worn a silk tie before. But Jack was not a person who knew about boundaries and, when with him, Ianto often found himself hurtling towards his own boundaries without even noticing.
So here he was, wearing silk and not round his neck either. Jack tugged at a bit of Ianto’s silk and Ianto found himself rocking and griping tight to the sheets.
“Feel good?”
Ianto opened his eyes to find Jack grinning at him, that naughty twinkle in his eye and his features kind of blurry.
“Jack Harkness, you…”
Jack chuckled. “Is that a yes?”
Jack was too bright, too beautiful. Ianto couldn’t stand it. He shut his eyes again. He wanted to squirm but there was the silk.
It was different to the other things they’d used. It didn’t rub; it caressed. It didn't pick up his warmth but stayed cool against his skin.
Jack was kissing him, warm and soft but hard.
Ianto rubbed against his thigh. “God, please Jack.”
Jack laughed against Ianto’s skin, making Ianto throb.
“Told you you’d like silk. You look good in it too.”
He ran a teasing finger down Ianto’s chest. “I like you like this, all desperate, all ruffled up. It doesn’t happen often, you know.”
He pressed teasing kisses to the hot, wet parts of Ianto and chuckled as he made Ianto arch and whimper.
“Do you know that you move about more when you’re tied up?”
Ianto pressed his face into the pillow. “You’re such a fucking tease,” he gasped.
Jack gripped tight and moved his hand up and down. Ianto bit down on his lip.
“Hey, Ianto, look at me.”
Ianto opened his eyes and looked at Jack. Jack was holding another piece of red silk. He slid it through his hands and between his fingers. “Tell me you want t feel this.”
Ianto arched. “Oh please, Jack.”
Jack smirked at him. “You know you love this.”
Ianto couldn’t deny it. He could never the deny anything that went on down here, in Jack’s little room. It was like another world, a world just for the two of them.
“Hey, I’m waiting, Ianto.”
Ianto realised he’d drifted off into the silk again. He opened his eyes and looked up at Jack. There was still that twinkle in his eye.
Ianto strained against the silk keeping him captive. “Wanna feel you.”
Jack, still holding that piece of silk, lay down beside him and pressed close. “Right here.”
Ianto felt Jack’s hard cock pressing against his thigh. Ianto closed his eyes so he could just feel the silk, could just feel Jack.
Jack was kissing his neck and then the silk was on him, stroking his skin and easing him deeper into arousal. Ianto whimpered.
Though his wrists were bound in front of him, Ianto stretched out his fingers towards Jack and stroked his thigh. He wanted more. He needed more.
Jack suddenly moved, rolling on top of him, tugging his bound arms up above his head and holding him down with his weight.
Ianto pushed his cock up and felt it rub against Jack’s hard dick. He grinned as Jack shuddered with pleasure. Jack rocked against him.
“You’re fucking fantastic, Ianto Jones,” he murmured and Ianto beamed.
Jack rocked back and forth in between Ianto’s thighs and Ianto cried out in pleasure. He could feel Jack watching him and he let himself be carried away by the feelings.
“That’s it. Oh, you’re so beautiful like this, Ianto. Just letting yourself feel.” He rubbed at the silk, feeling Ianto’s red hot skin beneath it. Ianto moaned and whimpered.
Jack began to move faster, rubbing his own body against the silk. Ianto opened his eyes to watch Jack’s pleasure. He loved to watch the bliss in Jack’s face, bliss Ianto caused.
They thrust against each other, fucking without penetration. Ianto was overwhelmed by the warmth of Jack’s body, the hardness of their cocks and the softness of the silk. Ianto couldn’t take it any more. As Jack rubbed against him, he came with a cry that bounced off the walls.
Jack grunted and came. Ianto collapsed in sated exhaustion and found himself being kissed. Jack tugged his wrists lose and Ianto put his arms around Jack. Jack hugged him back for a moment, then pulled back and ran his hand down Ianto’s chest and to his now soft cock. The silk was now so lose around him it could easily slip off.
Jack stroked it. “You look good in silk.”
“It feels good.”
Jack smiled and untied the silk from around Ianto’s cock. They cleaned up quickly, then Jack reached into his bedside drawer and pulled out another piece of red silk. He handed it to Ianto.
“I got you something.”
Ianto examined it. It was a tie, a beautiful deep red silk tie.
Jack laid the tie on his chest and touched his cheek. “When you wear it, you can remember.”
Ianto pressed his face into Jack’s warm neck. “Then I think it’ll be my favourite tie.”
“And mine. My favourite tie on my favourite boy.”
Ianto grinned. “Better be your only boy.”
Jack kissed him. “Of course.”
Ianto closed his eyes and felt Jack tug the covers over them both. Ianto held onto the soft, caressing silk of his new tie as he fell asleep in Jack’s arms.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Ratings: Adult - sex, mild bondage
Spoilers: Nothing major.
Summary: Ianto enjoys silk.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Comments please!
Ianto had never thought of himself as a man who would wear silk. He’d never even worn a silk tie before. But Jack was not a person who knew about boundaries and, when with him, Ianto often found himself hurtling towards his own boundaries without even noticing.
So here he was, wearing silk and not round his neck either. Jack tugged at a bit of Ianto’s silk and Ianto found himself rocking and griping tight to the sheets.
“Feel good?”
Ianto opened his eyes to find Jack grinning at him, that naughty twinkle in his eye and his features kind of blurry.
“Jack Harkness, you…”
Jack chuckled. “Is that a yes?”
Jack was too bright, too beautiful. Ianto couldn’t stand it. He shut his eyes again. He wanted to squirm but there was the silk.
It was different to the other things they’d used. It didn’t rub; it caressed. It didn't pick up his warmth but stayed cool against his skin.
Jack was kissing him, warm and soft but hard.
Ianto rubbed against his thigh. “God, please Jack.”
Jack laughed against Ianto’s skin, making Ianto throb.
“Told you you’d like silk. You look good in it too.”
He ran a teasing finger down Ianto’s chest. “I like you like this, all desperate, all ruffled up. It doesn’t happen often, you know.”
He pressed teasing kisses to the hot, wet parts of Ianto and chuckled as he made Ianto arch and whimper.
“Do you know that you move about more when you’re tied up?”
Ianto pressed his face into the pillow. “You’re such a fucking tease,” he gasped.
Jack gripped tight and moved his hand up and down. Ianto bit down on his lip.
“Hey, Ianto, look at me.”
Ianto opened his eyes and looked at Jack. Jack was holding another piece of red silk. He slid it through his hands and between his fingers. “Tell me you want t feel this.”
Ianto arched. “Oh please, Jack.”
Jack smirked at him. “You know you love this.”
Ianto couldn’t deny it. He could never the deny anything that went on down here, in Jack’s little room. It was like another world, a world just for the two of them.
“Hey, I’m waiting, Ianto.”
Ianto realised he’d drifted off into the silk again. He opened his eyes and looked up at Jack. There was still that twinkle in his eye.
Ianto strained against the silk keeping him captive. “Wanna feel you.”
Jack, still holding that piece of silk, lay down beside him and pressed close. “Right here.”
Ianto felt Jack’s hard cock pressing against his thigh. Ianto closed his eyes so he could just feel the silk, could just feel Jack.
Jack was kissing his neck and then the silk was on him, stroking his skin and easing him deeper into arousal. Ianto whimpered.
Though his wrists were bound in front of him, Ianto stretched out his fingers towards Jack and stroked his thigh. He wanted more. He needed more.
Jack suddenly moved, rolling on top of him, tugging his bound arms up above his head and holding him down with his weight.
Ianto pushed his cock up and felt it rub against Jack’s hard dick. He grinned as Jack shuddered with pleasure. Jack rocked against him.
“You’re fucking fantastic, Ianto Jones,” he murmured and Ianto beamed.
Jack rocked back and forth in between Ianto’s thighs and Ianto cried out in pleasure. He could feel Jack watching him and he let himself be carried away by the feelings.
“That’s it. Oh, you’re so beautiful like this, Ianto. Just letting yourself feel.” He rubbed at the silk, feeling Ianto’s red hot skin beneath it. Ianto moaned and whimpered.
Jack began to move faster, rubbing his own body against the silk. Ianto opened his eyes to watch Jack’s pleasure. He loved to watch the bliss in Jack’s face, bliss Ianto caused.
They thrust against each other, fucking without penetration. Ianto was overwhelmed by the warmth of Jack’s body, the hardness of their cocks and the softness of the silk. Ianto couldn’t take it any more. As Jack rubbed against him, he came with a cry that bounced off the walls.
Jack grunted and came. Ianto collapsed in sated exhaustion and found himself being kissed. Jack tugged his wrists lose and Ianto put his arms around Jack. Jack hugged him back for a moment, then pulled back and ran his hand down Ianto’s chest and to his now soft cock. The silk was now so lose around him it could easily slip off.
Jack stroked it. “You look good in silk.”
“It feels good.”
Jack smiled and untied the silk from around Ianto’s cock. They cleaned up quickly, then Jack reached into his bedside drawer and pulled out another piece of red silk. He handed it to Ianto.
“I got you something.”
Ianto examined it. It was a tie, a beautiful deep red silk tie.
Jack laid the tie on his chest and touched his cheek. “When you wear it, you can remember.”
Ianto pressed his face into Jack’s warm neck. “Then I think it’ll be my favourite tie.”
“And mine. My favourite tie on my favourite boy.”
Ianto grinned. “Better be your only boy.”
Jack kissed him. “Of course.”
Ianto closed his eyes and felt Jack tug the covers over them both. Ianto held onto the soft, caressing silk of his new tie as he fell asleep in Jack’s arms.