Snowed In - 2/3
Title: Snowed In
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They're not mine, I'm just playing with them. I'll put them back when I'm done, I promise.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jack and Ianto are stuck in the Hub. Whatever will they find to do...
Warnings: NSFW
Author's Note: More Sunday smut from the smut bunnies.
Thanks for all the well-wishes for my mum. From what my dad has said on the phone, it looks like she's going to be OK (but I will be glad when I go home in 2 weeks and can see that for myself).
Part One here
Part Two
Ianto’s legs were still wobbly and his breathing barely under control when Jack’s lips reclaimed his own. He responded eagerly, savouring his own taste in the back of Jack’s throat as they snogged sloppily.
His grip on the desk at his back loosened, and he wrapped an arm around Jack’s hips, pulling them back together. Jack broke the kiss with a soft moan as Ianto rocked his hips against Jack’s clothed cock.
“Uhh… the things you do to me, Ianto.”
Ianto allowed his hand to drift lower, squeezing Jack’s ass as he dipped his head to gaze hotly at Jack through his lashes. “What do you want me to do to you?” He rolled his hips again, feeling his own cock begin to respond again as he ground against Jack’s.
Jack growled deep in his throat and wrapped a hand around the back of Ianto’s neck, pulling him back into a frantic kiss. His other hand swept down from Ianto’s hip to mirror Ianto’s on his ass, the tip of his index finger stroking into his crack.
Ianto’s other hand made its way up the back of Jack’s T-shirt, stroking gentle patterns across the heated flesh he found there as they writhed together, Ianto’s renewed erection rubbing pleasurably against the rough fabric of Jack’s trousers.
They were both breathing hard when Ianto pulled back. “So, what will it be?” he asked, a lustful smile on his face. Jack had persisted in his questioning earlier, and he was determined to return the favour.
“What will what be?” Jack breathed, the original question having been wiped from his mind along with all other rational thought as Ianto rocked against his painfully hard cock. The only thought still making it into his consciousness was ‘I need him NOW.’
“I asked what you wanted me to do to you.” Ianto’s smirk was positively lecherous.
A multitude of erotic images flashed through Jack’s mind in quick succession before stopping on one that took his breath away and made him even harder, if that was possible.
“Ride me,” he groaned tightly. “Let me bury myself inside you and then watch you fuck yourself on my cock.”
Ianto couldn’t contain his own moan at the image Jack’s words painted in his mind. “Duw… yes.”
Pulling away reluctantly, he kicked his trousers from his ankles before grabbing Jack’s hand and pulling him towards the hatch in Jack’s office.
“No.” Jack growled, tugging him back. “Too far. Here.” He led Ianto instead to the ratty Hub couch just a few metres away.
Releasing Ianto’s hand, he retrieved a tube from his pocket before making short work of his clothes and collapsing naked onto the couch. He spread his legs slightly and looked up at Ianto, presenting such a sensual image that Ianto had to take a calming breath to keep from coming on the spot.
Taking Jack’s hand again when it was proffered, Ianto lowered himself to straddle Jack’s thighs, capturing Jack’s lips again in a blistering kiss.
He bit down softly on Jack’s bottom lip when he felt a slicked finger trace his crack, brushing over his sensitive entrance. He had to break the kiss entirely when the first finger breached the tight ring of muscle, caressing it and coaxing it to loosen.
“Oooh… yes… like that…”
By the time Jack pushed in a third finger, Ianto was whimpering softly in bliss and screwing himself back onto Jack’s fingers, desperate for more. He reached around and gripped Jack’s wrist, pulling his fingers from his body and bringing them around to slick Jack’s cock.
Their eyes locked as he lifted up and slowly lowered himself back onto Jack’s hard length. When he was fully seated, he grasped both of Jack’s hands, bringing them to rest against the back of the couch on either side of Jack’s head as they took a moment to breathe through the intense sensations of joining.
He held Jack’s gaze as he began to unhurriedly rock his hips, lifting a little on his knees before sinking back down. He could see every bolt of pleasure that rocketed through Jack’s eyes, the pure lust shining through untempered by the tenderness and love also evident in Jack’s stare.
He kept the pace slow for as long as he could, but eventually the urgency rising in him, the same urgency he sensed in Jack, could not be contained and he began to bounce in earnest, tilting his hips slightly so Jack’s cock hit his prostrate on every thrust.
“Need to come, Ianto,” Jack grunted, trying to bring a hand down to stroke Ianto’s cock where it bounced between them.
Ianto shook his head, holding it firm beside Jack’s head. “Don’t need that.” He breathed between moans. “So close. Come with me.”
He sped up a little more, feeling the tingle begin in his balls as Jack stiffened below him, his cock swelling inside Ianto as he came, essence spurting deep into Ianto. That was all it took to push Ianto over the precipice, his passage contracting around Jack’s twitching cock as he pulsed over both their chests.
Part Three
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They're not mine, I'm just playing with them. I'll put them back when I'm done, I promise.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jack and Ianto are stuck in the Hub. Whatever will they find to do...
Warnings: NSFW
Author's Note: More Sunday smut from the smut bunnies.
Thanks for all the well-wishes for my mum. From what my dad has said on the phone, it looks like she's going to be OK (but I will be glad when I go home in 2 weeks and can see that for myself).
Part One here
Part Two
Ianto’s legs were still wobbly and his breathing barely under control when Jack’s lips reclaimed his own. He responded eagerly, savouring his own taste in the back of Jack’s throat as they snogged sloppily.
His grip on the desk at his back loosened, and he wrapped an arm around Jack’s hips, pulling them back together. Jack broke the kiss with a soft moan as Ianto rocked his hips against Jack’s clothed cock.
“Uhh… the things you do to me, Ianto.”
Ianto allowed his hand to drift lower, squeezing Jack’s ass as he dipped his head to gaze hotly at Jack through his lashes. “What do you want me to do to you?” He rolled his hips again, feeling his own cock begin to respond again as he ground against Jack’s.
Jack growled deep in his throat and wrapped a hand around the back of Ianto’s neck, pulling him back into a frantic kiss. His other hand swept down from Ianto’s hip to mirror Ianto’s on his ass, the tip of his index finger stroking into his crack.
Ianto’s other hand made its way up the back of Jack’s T-shirt, stroking gentle patterns across the heated flesh he found there as they writhed together, Ianto’s renewed erection rubbing pleasurably against the rough fabric of Jack’s trousers.
They were both breathing hard when Ianto pulled back. “So, what will it be?” he asked, a lustful smile on his face. Jack had persisted in his questioning earlier, and he was determined to return the favour.
“What will what be?” Jack breathed, the original question having been wiped from his mind along with all other rational thought as Ianto rocked against his painfully hard cock. The only thought still making it into his consciousness was ‘I need him NOW.’
“I asked what you wanted me to do to you.” Ianto’s smirk was positively lecherous.
A multitude of erotic images flashed through Jack’s mind in quick succession before stopping on one that took his breath away and made him even harder, if that was possible.
“Ride me,” he groaned tightly. “Let me bury myself inside you and then watch you fuck yourself on my cock.”
Ianto couldn’t contain his own moan at the image Jack’s words painted in his mind. “Duw… yes.”
Pulling away reluctantly, he kicked his trousers from his ankles before grabbing Jack’s hand and pulling him towards the hatch in Jack’s office.
“No.” Jack growled, tugging him back. “Too far. Here.” He led Ianto instead to the ratty Hub couch just a few metres away.
Releasing Ianto’s hand, he retrieved a tube from his pocket before making short work of his clothes and collapsing naked onto the couch. He spread his legs slightly and looked up at Ianto, presenting such a sensual image that Ianto had to take a calming breath to keep from coming on the spot.
Taking Jack’s hand again when it was proffered, Ianto lowered himself to straddle Jack’s thighs, capturing Jack’s lips again in a blistering kiss.
He bit down softly on Jack’s bottom lip when he felt a slicked finger trace his crack, brushing over his sensitive entrance. He had to break the kiss entirely when the first finger breached the tight ring of muscle, caressing it and coaxing it to loosen.
“Oooh… yes… like that…”
By the time Jack pushed in a third finger, Ianto was whimpering softly in bliss and screwing himself back onto Jack’s fingers, desperate for more. He reached around and gripped Jack’s wrist, pulling his fingers from his body and bringing them around to slick Jack’s cock.
Their eyes locked as he lifted up and slowly lowered himself back onto Jack’s hard length. When he was fully seated, he grasped both of Jack’s hands, bringing them to rest against the back of the couch on either side of Jack’s head as they took a moment to breathe through the intense sensations of joining.
He held Jack’s gaze as he began to unhurriedly rock his hips, lifting a little on his knees before sinking back down. He could see every bolt of pleasure that rocketed through Jack’s eyes, the pure lust shining through untempered by the tenderness and love also evident in Jack’s stare.
He kept the pace slow for as long as he could, but eventually the urgency rising in him, the same urgency he sensed in Jack, could not be contained and he began to bounce in earnest, tilting his hips slightly so Jack’s cock hit his prostrate on every thrust.
“Need to come, Ianto,” Jack grunted, trying to bring a hand down to stroke Ianto’s cock where it bounced between them.
Ianto shook his head, holding it firm beside Jack’s head. “Don’t need that.” He breathed between moans. “So close. Come with me.”
He sped up a little more, feeling the tingle begin in his balls as Jack stiffened below him, his cock swelling inside Ianto as he came, essence spurting deep into Ianto. That was all it took to push Ianto over the precipice, his passage contracting around Jack’s twitching cock as he pulsed over both their chests.
Part Three