Water Is Taught By Thirst (2/2)
Title: Water Is Taught By Thirst
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If I owned Jack and Ianto, they'd be naked a lot more.
Summary: Jack and Ianto work out the frustration they built up in that long boring meeting.
Warning: NSFW, I mean it...
Author's Note: Smut smut glorious smut... if you can find a proper plot in this you are doing better than I am.... My first solo attempt at Smut Sunday :)
Part 1, from Sexually Frustrated Saturday
Ianto worried momentarily about CCTV when Jack's lips captured his own, but all thought was swiftly swept from his mind as he turned in Jack's arms to press against him as the older man leant against the lift wall. Both men cursed softly when the loud 'ping' of the lift announced their arrival, interrupting their hot passionate clinch. Stumbling into the corridor, the temptation was too great to resist and Jack crowded Ianto against the wall next to the lift, their lips meeting again hungrily. Ianto’s tongue thrust into Jack’s mouth, exploring familiar crevices and wrenching a groan from deep in Jack’s throat. Jack responded, grinding his hips against Ianto’s, their erections hardening. Ianto drew back with difficulty when Jack’s fingers moved to start getting rid of his clothes, a small burst of clarity finding its way through the lust clouding his brain.
“Not here, Jack. Room. Now.”
Neither man willing to release the other, they staggered along the corridor together with more haste than grace, hands wandering wherever they could reach. After a few fumbling failures, they got the door open, falling through it gratefully. As soon it closed behind them, Jack renewed his attack on Ianto’s mouth, pressing his back to the wood. Ianto squirmed in pleasure as Jack melded their bodies, his lips breaking away to trail biting kisses down the younger man’s neck.
This time Ianto put up no resistance as Jack’s hands pushed his suit jacket from his shoulders, responding in kind and shoving Jack’s braces down, grateful that for once he had convinced the Captain to leave his greatcoat in the room while they went down to the meeting. Jack straightened, fixing his lips back to Ianto’s as he tore away his tie with trembling fingers.
“Need you, Ianto,” Jack panted, gripping Ianto’s hips as he backed into the room towards the bed.
“Yes,” Ianto replied hypnotically, his arousal too intense to allow his brain to construct a full sentence.
Any pretence at finesse was abandoned as they collapsed together onto the bed, desperately ripping their clothes off as they sought closer contact. Buttons popped as they grew too impatient for each other, scattering across the floor, but neither man was coherent enough to take any notice.
Ianto cried out as Jack’s hand wrapped around his throbbing cock.
“Too close,” he moaned, head thrashing against the pillows. “In me, Jack, in me.”
Jack was happy to comply, flipping Ianto onto his stomach and reaching for the tube of lube they had placed on the nightstand earlier. As he flipped open the lid and coated his fingers, Ianto clambered onto his knees, gripping the headboard and exposing his arse in anticipation. His cock twitching at the sight of his lover so open and ready for him, Jack draped himself across Ianto’s back, slipping a slicked up finger into Ianto’s hole. Swiftly but thoroughly he prepared Ianto, adding a second and then a third finger as he felt the muscles relax around him, flicking his fingertips over the younger man’s pleasure spot.
“Please, Jack, just fuck me already,” Ianto begged, trembling beneath him. Removing his fingers, Jack quickly lubed up his cock, already feeling the distant tingling of release. Lining himself up, he couldn’t contain an animalistic groan as he slid all the way into Ianto in a single hard thrust. After allowing a brief moment for them to acclimatise, he pulled back, setting up a frantic pace, his balls slapping against Ianto’s arse with each glorious thrust, his dick brushing against Ianto’s prostate with each fierce slide.
Jack knew he wasn’t going to last very long, and as he reached around to take Ianto’s cock in hand, he could tell Ianto was just as close. He stroked in counterpoint to his thrusts as he felt his balls begin to tighten.
“God… Jack… yes!” Ianto screamed as his orgasm spilled over Jack’s fist, his arse contracting around Jack, who called Ianto’s name as he followed his lover into oblivion.
Ianto’s grip on the headboard loosened a few minutes later, and he crashed down onto the mattress with Jack on top of him, his softening cock still buried in Ianto’s arse. Dropping soft kisses onto Ianto’s shoulder, he slowly pulled out, rolling to his side to allow Ianto to do the same. Ianto smiled at him softly.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Jack breathed, smiling back.
“You thinking about sex? Shocking.” Ianto deadpanned, his eyes twinkling teasingly. Jack glared at him good-naturedly, any venom the expression might have had sapped away when he shifted closer to drop a chaste kiss on the younger man’s mouth.
“The meeting got boring, can I help it if my mind wandered?” he contested, his words brushing over Ianto’s lips. “Especially with such gorgeous inspiration sitting next to me, all sexy in his suit.”
Ianto grinned, pressing forward for a slightly deeper kiss. “Flattery,” he murmured, “will get you everywhere… at least for tonight.”
“Oh really?”
Ianto smirked as he pressed even closer, feeling Jack’s cock start to twitch against his own as he wriggled slightly. “Oh yeah.”
Jack let his mind drift away as Ianto’s lips met his own in a soft, tender kiss. Their bodies fused and their hands clasped, but the only movement between them was of their mouths. Jack had always enjoyed a long slow snog, but, in his eyes at least, Ianto took kissing to an art form. His tongue tangling with Jack’s own, teeth gently grazing his lip, his steady gaze boring into Jack’s eyes; Jack savoured them all, allowing his arousal to build gradually as he and Ianto melted into one another.
Sometimes Ianto wondered if he could just kiss Jack forever. He rather suspected that exhaustion would set in before he grew tired of Jack’s lips on his, his tongue in his mouth. Jack had once whispered that he was a sensational kisser, but Ianto knew that if it was true, it was all down to Jack. Beautiful, impossible Jack who had brought out a side of Ianto even he had never suspected existed.
Eventually, the temptation grew too great, their hands breaking apart so they could explore each other’s bodies with feather-soft caresses. The kiss grew deeper, more demanding, and their hips started to undulate against each other as the desire strengthened.
“Ianto,” Jack whispered, nibbling gently on the other man’s ear, “make love to me, please.” Ianto angled his body in response, encouraging Jack to roll onto his back.
“Always,” Ianto whispered back, covering Jack’s body with his own and tracing a path down the older man’s neck with the tip of his tongue. He could feel Jack’s cock against his hip, rock hard once more, just like his own. Reaching out, he retrieved the tube of lube, lying forgotten on the bed beside them.
Jack’s knees fell open wantonly as Ianto popped the cap and slickened his fingers. Dropping his head, he tugged lightly on Jack’s bottom lip with his teeth as he teased his opening. Jack’s head fell back as he circled the puckered entrance with a single finger, and he keened Ianto’s name softly. Ianto’s other hand tangled in Jack’s short hair as he captured his lips again, thrusting his tongue into his lover’s mouth exactly at the moment his first finger breached Jack’s body. Slowly he stroked Jack’s walls, swallowing the immortal’s whimpers of pleasure when he brushed over his prostate.
Jack’s eyes had glazed over and his breathing was choppy by the time Ianto entered a third finger, carefully spreading the digits to ensure Jack was fully prepared. Removing his fingers, he hooked Jack’s knees over his elbows and caught his hands, pressing them into the mattress. Locking their gazes, Ianto’s nature compelled him to make one final check; seeing nothing but desire and affection in Jack’s clouded eyes, he pressed in, moaning aloud at the sensation of Jack’s passage enveloping his cock.
Jack too was savouring the feelings, the ecstasy of being filled; Ianto’s weight pushing him into the mattress and the raw emotion in the younger man’s stare threatening to overwhelm him. Ianto’s eyes were so often shuttered, part of the competent, unflappable façade he presented to the outside world, but in moments like this, Jack felt privileged that Ianto would truly open his gaze, letting Jack see through to his very soul.
After a long moment, Ianto blinked and began to move. The pace was as relaxed as it had before been frantic, almost agonisingly slow. Jack’s body begged him to initiate a faster tempo, but he suppressed the urge, allowing Ianto to control their lovemaking, knowing the result would be worth it. Every slow slick slide brought Ianto’s cock into contact with Jack’s prostate, each hit nudging Jack a little closer to ecstasy.
Ianto kept his eyes on Jack’s as he gradually increased the pace and power of his thrusts, the euphoria sparking in Jack’s gaze heightening his own pleasure. Without breaking the visual connection, he lowered his body so he could kiss Jack hotly, trapping Jack’s cock between their writhing bodies.
“Ianto,” Jack gasped as his orgasm began to overtake him, “With me, Ianto, please… love you…” His words trailed off into a low groan as he came between their bellies. His whole body shuddered in pleasure, the pulsations surrounding Ianto and throwing him into his own peak.
“Love you too,” he keened as he spilled his seed deep inside Jack, every cell of his being sinking into Jack’s.
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If I owned Jack and Ianto, they'd be naked a lot more.
Summary: Jack and Ianto work out the frustration they built up in that long boring meeting.
Warning: NSFW, I mean it...
Author's Note: Smut smut glorious smut... if you can find a proper plot in this you are doing better than I am.... My first solo attempt at Smut Sunday :)
Part 1, from Sexually Frustrated Saturday
Ianto worried momentarily about CCTV when Jack's lips captured his own, but all thought was swiftly swept from his mind as he turned in Jack's arms to press against him as the older man leant against the lift wall. Both men cursed softly when the loud 'ping' of the lift announced their arrival, interrupting their hot passionate clinch. Stumbling into the corridor, the temptation was too great to resist and Jack crowded Ianto against the wall next to the lift, their lips meeting again hungrily. Ianto’s tongue thrust into Jack’s mouth, exploring familiar crevices and wrenching a groan from deep in Jack’s throat. Jack responded, grinding his hips against Ianto’s, their erections hardening. Ianto drew back with difficulty when Jack’s fingers moved to start getting rid of his clothes, a small burst of clarity finding its way through the lust clouding his brain.
“Not here, Jack. Room. Now.”
Neither man willing to release the other, they staggered along the corridor together with more haste than grace, hands wandering wherever they could reach. After a few fumbling failures, they got the door open, falling through it gratefully. As soon it closed behind them, Jack renewed his attack on Ianto’s mouth, pressing his back to the wood. Ianto squirmed in pleasure as Jack melded their bodies, his lips breaking away to trail biting kisses down the younger man’s neck.
This time Ianto put up no resistance as Jack’s hands pushed his suit jacket from his shoulders, responding in kind and shoving Jack’s braces down, grateful that for once he had convinced the Captain to leave his greatcoat in the room while they went down to the meeting. Jack straightened, fixing his lips back to Ianto’s as he tore away his tie with trembling fingers.
“Need you, Ianto,” Jack panted, gripping Ianto’s hips as he backed into the room towards the bed.
“Yes,” Ianto replied hypnotically, his arousal too intense to allow his brain to construct a full sentence.
Any pretence at finesse was abandoned as they collapsed together onto the bed, desperately ripping their clothes off as they sought closer contact. Buttons popped as they grew too impatient for each other, scattering across the floor, but neither man was coherent enough to take any notice.
Ianto cried out as Jack’s hand wrapped around his throbbing cock.
“Too close,” he moaned, head thrashing against the pillows. “In me, Jack, in me.”
Jack was happy to comply, flipping Ianto onto his stomach and reaching for the tube of lube they had placed on the nightstand earlier. As he flipped open the lid and coated his fingers, Ianto clambered onto his knees, gripping the headboard and exposing his arse in anticipation. His cock twitching at the sight of his lover so open and ready for him, Jack draped himself across Ianto’s back, slipping a slicked up finger into Ianto’s hole. Swiftly but thoroughly he prepared Ianto, adding a second and then a third finger as he felt the muscles relax around him, flicking his fingertips over the younger man’s pleasure spot.
“Please, Jack, just fuck me already,” Ianto begged, trembling beneath him. Removing his fingers, Jack quickly lubed up his cock, already feeling the distant tingling of release. Lining himself up, he couldn’t contain an animalistic groan as he slid all the way into Ianto in a single hard thrust. After allowing a brief moment for them to acclimatise, he pulled back, setting up a frantic pace, his balls slapping against Ianto’s arse with each glorious thrust, his dick brushing against Ianto’s prostate with each fierce slide.
Jack knew he wasn’t going to last very long, and as he reached around to take Ianto’s cock in hand, he could tell Ianto was just as close. He stroked in counterpoint to his thrusts as he felt his balls begin to tighten.
“God… Jack… yes!” Ianto screamed as his orgasm spilled over Jack’s fist, his arse contracting around Jack, who called Ianto’s name as he followed his lover into oblivion.
Ianto’s grip on the headboard loosened a few minutes later, and he crashed down onto the mattress with Jack on top of him, his softening cock still buried in Ianto’s arse. Dropping soft kisses onto Ianto’s shoulder, he slowly pulled out, rolling to his side to allow Ianto to do the same. Ianto smiled at him softly.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Jack breathed, smiling back.
“You thinking about sex? Shocking.” Ianto deadpanned, his eyes twinkling teasingly. Jack glared at him good-naturedly, any venom the expression might have had sapped away when he shifted closer to drop a chaste kiss on the younger man’s mouth.
“The meeting got boring, can I help it if my mind wandered?” he contested, his words brushing over Ianto’s lips. “Especially with such gorgeous inspiration sitting next to me, all sexy in his suit.”
Ianto grinned, pressing forward for a slightly deeper kiss. “Flattery,” he murmured, “will get you everywhere… at least for tonight.”
“Oh really?”
Ianto smirked as he pressed even closer, feeling Jack’s cock start to twitch against his own as he wriggled slightly. “Oh yeah.”
Jack let his mind drift away as Ianto’s lips met his own in a soft, tender kiss. Their bodies fused and their hands clasped, but the only movement between them was of their mouths. Jack had always enjoyed a long slow snog, but, in his eyes at least, Ianto took kissing to an art form. His tongue tangling with Jack’s own, teeth gently grazing his lip, his steady gaze boring into Jack’s eyes; Jack savoured them all, allowing his arousal to build gradually as he and Ianto melted into one another.
Sometimes Ianto wondered if he could just kiss Jack forever. He rather suspected that exhaustion would set in before he grew tired of Jack’s lips on his, his tongue in his mouth. Jack had once whispered that he was a sensational kisser, but Ianto knew that if it was true, it was all down to Jack. Beautiful, impossible Jack who had brought out a side of Ianto even he had never suspected existed.
Eventually, the temptation grew too great, their hands breaking apart so they could explore each other’s bodies with feather-soft caresses. The kiss grew deeper, more demanding, and their hips started to undulate against each other as the desire strengthened.
“Ianto,” Jack whispered, nibbling gently on the other man’s ear, “make love to me, please.” Ianto angled his body in response, encouraging Jack to roll onto his back.
“Always,” Ianto whispered back, covering Jack’s body with his own and tracing a path down the older man’s neck with the tip of his tongue. He could feel Jack’s cock against his hip, rock hard once more, just like his own. Reaching out, he retrieved the tube of lube, lying forgotten on the bed beside them.
Jack’s knees fell open wantonly as Ianto popped the cap and slickened his fingers. Dropping his head, he tugged lightly on Jack’s bottom lip with his teeth as he teased his opening. Jack’s head fell back as he circled the puckered entrance with a single finger, and he keened Ianto’s name softly. Ianto’s other hand tangled in Jack’s short hair as he captured his lips again, thrusting his tongue into his lover’s mouth exactly at the moment his first finger breached Jack’s body. Slowly he stroked Jack’s walls, swallowing the immortal’s whimpers of pleasure when he brushed over his prostate.
Jack’s eyes had glazed over and his breathing was choppy by the time Ianto entered a third finger, carefully spreading the digits to ensure Jack was fully prepared. Removing his fingers, he hooked Jack’s knees over his elbows and caught his hands, pressing them into the mattress. Locking their gazes, Ianto’s nature compelled him to make one final check; seeing nothing but desire and affection in Jack’s clouded eyes, he pressed in, moaning aloud at the sensation of Jack’s passage enveloping his cock.
Jack too was savouring the feelings, the ecstasy of being filled; Ianto’s weight pushing him into the mattress and the raw emotion in the younger man’s stare threatening to overwhelm him. Ianto’s eyes were so often shuttered, part of the competent, unflappable façade he presented to the outside world, but in moments like this, Jack felt privileged that Ianto would truly open his gaze, letting Jack see through to his very soul.
After a long moment, Ianto blinked and began to move. The pace was as relaxed as it had before been frantic, almost agonisingly slow. Jack’s body begged him to initiate a faster tempo, but he suppressed the urge, allowing Ianto to control their lovemaking, knowing the result would be worth it. Every slow slick slide brought Ianto’s cock into contact with Jack’s prostate, each hit nudging Jack a little closer to ecstasy.
Ianto kept his eyes on Jack’s as he gradually increased the pace and power of his thrusts, the euphoria sparking in Jack’s gaze heightening his own pleasure. Without breaking the visual connection, he lowered his body so he could kiss Jack hotly, trapping Jack’s cock between their writhing bodies.
“Ianto,” Jack gasped as his orgasm began to overtake him, “With me, Ianto, please… love you…” His words trailed off into a low groan as he came between their bellies. His whole body shuddered in pleasure, the pulsations surrounding Ianto and throwing him into his own peak.
“Love you too,” he keened as he spilled his seed deep inside Jack, every cell of his being sinking into Jack’s.