Brokeback Manor (5/9)
Title: Brokeback Manor
Authors: et_muse and angelzbabe1989
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, also mentions of Gwen/Rhys, Owen/Tosh
Rating: Mature/R
Disclaimer: We asked for Jack and Ianto for Christmas, but no one came through...
Summary: See previous chapters...
Authors' Note: It's a fic posting, it's Sunday, and yes, it's smut! Picks up immediately where chapter 4 left off...
Warning: Again, NSFW
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Ianto surfaced, smiling satedly as Jack's lips captured his, his own essence mingling with the sweet taste of Jack's hot mouth. Pulling back from the cherishing clinch, Ianto treated his lover to an adoring smoulder before embarking on an exploration of the expanses of Jack's body. Unhurried, Ianto placed reconnoitering kisses across Jack's jawline, before attacking his neck with the fervour of a man finding water after days in the desert.
Jack could not suppress a moan as his lover's talented tongue probed the sweep of his neck, his head dropping back in pleasure as Ianto's teeth nipped his shoulder. His succulent lips worked their way down his suddenly sensitive arm, somehow sensing the most pleasurable points and pausing for more thorough exploration. As Ianto nibbled the tender flesh of his elbow, Jack whimpered his lover's name; he couldn't be sure whether he wanted to beg him to stop or to carry on forever. After long moments, just as Jack thought his senses would overload, Ianto abandoned his elbow and trailed biting kisses down his forearm. As he reached his wrist, the kisses became gentler as Ianto's tongue teased the heel of Jack's palm. Until he had experienced Ianto’s tender attentions, Jack would never have believed the rapture he experienced when Ianto drew a lingering lick across his hand. The smooth sensation of his tongue rasping across the responsive skin of his palm had every nerve ending standing to attention.
Trailing his tongue back along the line it had already peppered with kisses, Ianto relished the salty taste of Jack's skin and the sound of Jack's soft moans.
“Yan” Jack whispered, a tone of abase begging evident in his voice as Ianto looked up to meet his desperate gaze. Reading the overpowering desire in his lover's eyes, Ianto lowered his lips to Jack's hard nipple. Playing his teeth around the engorged bud, he drew them once more into the deeply veiled world of pure passion. As his hand moved to tweak the unoccupied nipple, Ianto's last clear thought, before he surrendered to the encompassing desire to please, was of smug satisfaction at his ability to drive his lover to the brink of control.
Jack could no longer speak, move or think; nothing but experience the sensations skyrocketing through his body. Conscious of Ianto replacing his warm mouth with his other hand, Jack mentally followed the path Ianto traced down his torso, leaving a blaze of kisses in his wake. Though he knew enough of his lover to guess at his next port of call, he still found himself involuntarily arching off the bed when Ianto's tactile tongue dipped into his navel. Sparks of thrilling tingles show through Jack as Ianto mapped out the sensual hollow. The pleasure turned towards torture however as he felt Ianto begin to return upwards. Unable to form the words to complain, a deep growl issued from Jack's throat.
Lifting his eyes, Ianto met Jack's agonised stare. Despite his own desire to map the entirety of what he considered his personal property, the barely reigned in need evident in Jack's pleading gaze informed him that his lover was too close to the edge to countenance it. Dropping his head to where Jack was hard and ready, Ianto dragged his tongue slowly up the length of Jack's evident desire. Enveloping him into his eager mouth, Ianto gripped his lover's hips, steadying them as he settled into a relaxed rhythm.
Jack shuddered, the long awaited pleasure his lover was invoking cutting deep gashes in the reins of his control. As Ianto's pace quickened, so too did Jack's journey into the unknown heights of ecstasy. Jack's desire ran away with him like an unbroken stallion, his body and soul too preoccupied with pleasure to exert the required effort to restrain it. As the last leash tethering Jack to the ground snapped, the untamed beast charging through Jack threw him into the pleasure soaked atmosphere.
And onto Chapter Six
Authors: et_muse and angelzbabe1989
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, also mentions of Gwen/Rhys, Owen/Tosh
Rating: Mature/R
Disclaimer: We asked for Jack and Ianto for Christmas, but no one came through...
Summary: See previous chapters...
Authors' Note: It's a fic posting, it's Sunday, and yes, it's smut! Picks up immediately where chapter 4 left off...
Warning: Again, NSFW
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Ianto surfaced, smiling satedly as Jack's lips captured his, his own essence mingling with the sweet taste of Jack's hot mouth. Pulling back from the cherishing clinch, Ianto treated his lover to an adoring smoulder before embarking on an exploration of the expanses of Jack's body. Unhurried, Ianto placed reconnoitering kisses across Jack's jawline, before attacking his neck with the fervour of a man finding water after days in the desert.
Jack could not suppress a moan as his lover's talented tongue probed the sweep of his neck, his head dropping back in pleasure as Ianto's teeth nipped his shoulder. His succulent lips worked their way down his suddenly sensitive arm, somehow sensing the most pleasurable points and pausing for more thorough exploration. As Ianto nibbled the tender flesh of his elbow, Jack whimpered his lover's name; he couldn't be sure whether he wanted to beg him to stop or to carry on forever. After long moments, just as Jack thought his senses would overload, Ianto abandoned his elbow and trailed biting kisses down his forearm. As he reached his wrist, the kisses became gentler as Ianto's tongue teased the heel of Jack's palm. Until he had experienced Ianto’s tender attentions, Jack would never have believed the rapture he experienced when Ianto drew a lingering lick across his hand. The smooth sensation of his tongue rasping across the responsive skin of his palm had every nerve ending standing to attention.
Trailing his tongue back along the line it had already peppered with kisses, Ianto relished the salty taste of Jack's skin and the sound of Jack's soft moans.
“Yan” Jack whispered, a tone of abase begging evident in his voice as Ianto looked up to meet his desperate gaze. Reading the overpowering desire in his lover's eyes, Ianto lowered his lips to Jack's hard nipple. Playing his teeth around the engorged bud, he drew them once more into the deeply veiled world of pure passion. As his hand moved to tweak the unoccupied nipple, Ianto's last clear thought, before he surrendered to the encompassing desire to please, was of smug satisfaction at his ability to drive his lover to the brink of control.
Jack could no longer speak, move or think; nothing but experience the sensations skyrocketing through his body. Conscious of Ianto replacing his warm mouth with his other hand, Jack mentally followed the path Ianto traced down his torso, leaving a blaze of kisses in his wake. Though he knew enough of his lover to guess at his next port of call, he still found himself involuntarily arching off the bed when Ianto's tactile tongue dipped into his navel. Sparks of thrilling tingles show through Jack as Ianto mapped out the sensual hollow. The pleasure turned towards torture however as he felt Ianto begin to return upwards. Unable to form the words to complain, a deep growl issued from Jack's throat.
Lifting his eyes, Ianto met Jack's agonised stare. Despite his own desire to map the entirety of what he considered his personal property, the barely reigned in need evident in Jack's pleading gaze informed him that his lover was too close to the edge to countenance it. Dropping his head to where Jack was hard and ready, Ianto dragged his tongue slowly up the length of Jack's evident desire. Enveloping him into his eager mouth, Ianto gripped his lover's hips, steadying them as he settled into a relaxed rhythm.
Jack shuddered, the long awaited pleasure his lover was invoking cutting deep gashes in the reins of his control. As Ianto's pace quickened, so too did Jack's journey into the unknown heights of ecstasy. Jack's desire ran away with him like an unbroken stallion, his body and soul too preoccupied with pleasure to exert the required effort to restrain it. As the last leash tethering Jack to the ground snapped, the untamed beast charging through Jack threw him into the pleasure soaked atmosphere.
And onto Chapter Six