Sacrilege
Title: Sacrilege (1/1)
Series: Something that starts with "S", part ten
Characters: Jack & Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jack and Ianto get up to some serious bunny business.
A/N: For horizonssing day 20. Special "Smut Sunday" edition. Hey! Someone got some plot in my smut!
It had been a good night. The rift reports showed nothing of consequence, and the weevils had very kindly decided to stay in the sewers which suited Jack and Ianto just fine. Not only was dinner cooked, eaten and even cleaned up after without incident (well, other than Ianto suddenly deciding that Jack really would look better on his knees with Ianto's dick down his throat) but they were even able to watch an entire movie! If you consider watching a movie to involve groping as an olympic sport and setting new records for how many times you could push the other to the edge without letting them have an orgasm. Jack had to admit to himself that if Ianto being hard and ready all the time was the upside of the pregnancy pheromones, then maybe he could overlook those other side effects- like the monosyllabic vocabulary, oh and nearly killing Gwen. They only had to remake the bed once, after a near tortuous prostate massage Jack gave Ianto left the duvet and sheets rather soaked with seminal fluid. For the first time in several weeks, Jack and Ianto actually slept a full night.
Jack was having a really good dream; in fact, Jack thought this was a dream that was worth not waking up from. He was dreaming of Ianto slowly thrusting in and out while sucking his dick at the same time. Jack had known acrobats (the twins, he really really needed to write that book) that could bend like that, and there was that fellow without a solid spinal column, but humans for the most part just weren't that flexible. So Jack kept enjoying his dream, even gasping Ianto's name in his sleep. It was only when the sudden shock of teeth grazing his dick yanked him fully awake that Jack discovered that his dream had nothing on reality. His aching arse suddenly clenched tightly around Ianto's cock which had easily breeched him during sleep since Jack was well and truly loose after their night's playing. But it was the sight he saw when looking down that nearly caused Jack to come instantly. Ianto Jones, on his knees, was taking Jack from behind and had bent his upper body down and was slowly but surely engulfing Jack's erection with his mouth. The extra width of Jack's body gave Ianto the space he needed to work and with strong sucking and a highly creative tongue (and just the right application of teeth) he was making Jack see flashes in the periphery of his vision. Along with the near constant targeting of his prostate with each stroke, Jack could barely contain himself. With a shudder that passed from head-to-toe, Jack's body clenched tightly onto Ianto's cock as Jack exploded into Ianto's waiting mouth. Ianto continued to work himself in and out of Jack to extend his orgasm, all the while greedily slurping up Jack's seed. With an escaped gasp, Ianto stilled and let Jack's softening dick fall from his mouth as his own orgasm overtook him. Jack felt the suddenly warmth expand deep inside him and he sighed as his lolled on the pillow.
"That's one hell of a wake up call Mister Jones." Jack said between gasps to bring himself down. "I wonder what your snooze button must be like."
Ianto smiled, his lips swollen from stretching around Jack's erection, as he collapsed back onto the bed behind Jack. "Its your fault really, I was sleeping soundly and then you started moaning and rubbing your ass against my crotch- what exactly was I supposed to do? It is a fair prospect after all." Ianto ran the flat of his hand from Jack's chest down to rest across his softening belly. "Besides, you need exercise, and I'm more than willing to help out with the cardio." Ianto lifted his head and rested it next to Jack's ear. "I need to get up and do rounds at the hub, you can stay in bed if you like. I shouldn't be more than two hours." Ianto kissed Jack before pushing up from the bed and heading for the bathroom. Jack just smiled and watched as Ianto walked away, his milky skin making the dark hair on his body stand out even more enticingly.
Jack rolled over to look at the clock and was frankly shocked to see that it read nine o'clock. Even at his most exhausted, Jack rarely slept more than four hours, but this night he'd actually got a solid eight hours sleep. Maybe the devil spawn was taking more out of him than he thought, or maybe he'd been so soundly fucked that night that he simply got the sleep he needed. A very dirty grin spread across Jack's face as he imagined the look Ianto would give him if he presented a medical prescription calling for wild and raucous sex to ensure restful sleep. It would sure bring new meaning to sleep aide. Jack was casually enjoying his latest Ianto sex fantasy as the real Ianto came back into the room freshly shaved and showered. Since Ianto was only going in to feed the weevils and Myfanwy, he passed over his normal suits for jeans and a comfortable jumper. Jack enjoyed the view greatly because while Ianto Jones sure filled out a suit well, nothing in Jack's eyes embodied walking sex better than Ianto's pert ass wrapped in faded denim. Jack had to shake himself out of his daydream because Ianto was talking to him, "what was that?"
Ianto just shook his head, "I said, why don't we go to lunch at the cafe up the road. I'm going to walk to the hub and I can meet you there. Then we can walk home. The weather looks like it should be a cool sunny day. We could both use some time outside in the daylight. I'll make your morning coffee and I want you to eat at least some toast with preserves while I'm gone. You could go talk with Mrs. Gregory, maybe she'd give you a tour of the flat. I'll ring when I leave the hub, shouldn't take more than ten minutes to get to the cafe." Ianto held Jack's face in his hands and kissed him deeply before turning to leave.
Jack heard Ianto leave before getting himself up out of bed. He knew Ianto would just remake it, but Jack attempted to straighten the bed cloths before bounding into the bathroom for a very hot, long shower. Everyone else thought Ianto's suits encased an uptight young man; but Jack knew the truth. Ianto's suits were all finely tailored and in natural fabrics. Ianto was a hedonist and enjoyed the fine textures against his skin as much as he reveled in the feel under his fingers. His shower was not overly large, but Ianto had retrofitted it with a rainfall shower head that was fed by a pressure tank to maximize the water pressure and a dedicated on demand water heater so there was an endless supply of super heated water. This was something of a necessity as neither Jack nor Ianto was capable of taking a shower that lasted less than twenty minutes (longer if they tried to shower together) and the water always needed to be at just below scalding. Jack welcomed the stinging against his skin as the water rained down on him while he slowly washed his hair and body. The water soothed away his aching muscles and helped to limber him for the day to come. Jack leaned back against the now warmed tiles and let the water pound against his face and chest and slid his hand slowly from his sternum to making languid circles around his stomach. He could already feel the once hard abdominal muscles begin to slacken in preparation for the coming changes. He frowned a little that his much worked for six-pack would soon look more like a keg; but for the chance to have a happy, if slightly unusual for the twenty-first century, family with Ianto he'd accept the hit to his vanity- as long as he didn't get stretch marks. As Jack's thoughts drifted to Ianto, his hand slid further and slowly circled his cock. Unhurried pulls and the random nail slowly brought him to attention and while he continued to tease himself he pictured Ianto's wicked grin as he licked his already swollen lips. Jack's blunt nail was like Ianto's evil trick of grazing the head of his cock with his teeth which always made Jack's leg tense and his toes curl. Jack felt Ianto's tongue swirl around his engorged head- not the twisting of his own hand and when he finally pushed himself over the edge and came hard he was shouting Ianto into the pounding water. Jack waited for his breath to return to normal and made sure he was properly clean before turning off the shower and reaching for the thick fluffy towel that waited on the towel warmer. Ianto knew how much Jack loved nice warm towels and had installed the towel warmer as a surprise. The heated towels felt even softer against his skin and smelled of Ianto if Jack breathed deep enough.
Jack dressed quickly in his typical fashion and enjoyed a breakfast of coffee (damn, he missed the industrial strength stuff, but by drinking coffee similar to mere mortals meant he could have three cups a day instead of one) and several slices of toast slathered in apple butter, Jack read the day's paper and promptly fell asleep on the couch as the warm sun poured in the room. Unlike most of Jack's dreams, which tended to be replaying of some of the worst events in his long life, this dream was actually a cathartic dream, one of those that made you feel better. Jack saw a parade of people he had cared about in his long years. Some were all passion, but little real love- like John Hart, while others were more like hero worship a la the Doctor. There were people that attracted Jack not sexually but because of their strength like Martha, Gwen and Rose; and then there was Tosh and Owen who Jack clung to in a protective manner because of their oh so human flaws. But in all of his memories, and all of the people he'd known and loved, there wasn't another quite like Ianto Jones. In his dreams, Ianto wasn't someone he needed to place on a pedestal, or someone that he needed to shelter from the world. He wasn't just mindless fucking or someone that needed to be wrapped in cotton wool- he was just there. Ianto was there for Jack. Jack woke with a start as his phone rang and he grabbed for it. "Hello?" Jack's voice was still scratchy with sleep.
"Jack? Did you even get out of bed?" Ianto sounded slightly bemused over the line. Jack quickly pulled his phone away to see that it was nearly noon- he'd napped almost two hours on the couch.
"Yeah, I read the paper and had some breakfast. I must have nodded off is all. Are you done at the hub?" Jack was still slightly dumbfounded by all of this sleeping.
"The hub's all tucked away until morning, unless something happens. I'm just locking the pier door and should be at the cafe in 10, unless you'd rather not. We could just go for a walk to the park?" Ianto was concerned about Jack suddenly falling asleep, but figured it was probably a pregnancy thing- he decided to ask Martha on Monday. Jack didn't feel much like eating, so Ianto agreed to come home and they'd go for a walk to the park. Ianto would pick himself up something and snack on it as he walked.
Not far from Ianto's flat was a park on the grounds of what had been a Catholic church. The reformation had left it in ruins, but recently, area residents took it upon themselves to make a little garden haven within what was left of its walls. A grass meadow for playing a spot of rugby or football was framed by shady trees and benches. The crumbling stone walls were covered with vines and small flowering plants littered the ruins. Jack and Ianto were walking along the gravel path and just enjoying the sunny day. Jack was surprised that Ianto was holding his hand and keeping so close especially in the park. While Ianto wasn't ashamed of their relationship, he did have a problem with public displays of affection- he joked about how frustrated Lisa had been with him when he wouldn't even kiss her in a public place- so Jack was completely stunned when Ianto pulled Jack tight to him and gave him a slow thorough kiss before pulling away. With a wicked look in his eyes, Ianto said, "I have something to show you- I've never shared this before." Ianto quickly tugged Jack off the path and back behind the falling down wall. Ianto was marching in the direction of a tall hedge and came to an abrupt stop. He turned back to Jack and put a finger to his lips signaling quiet before pushing through the plants to a half-height door set in a brick wall. The door was dilapidated, with no signs of paint left, but it opened with an awkward crunch and Ianto dragged Jack in behind him. "What do you think?" Ianto was turning in a circle with his arms stretched wide, "I figure it was a private garden for the priest, a little space away from prying eyes." Jack looked around the space, it was probably only ten foot on a side, with tall walls that were mostly intact and overgrown with all sorts of plants. A small stone bench sat against a wall looking across to where it was likely a saint once stood on the pedestal now overgrown. Ianto grabbed Jack's hand and lead him over to the bench, pushing him down onto it before taking his face in his hands. "I'd bet more than one priest thought about doing what I'm about to do to you."
Ianto dove into Jack's mouth biting and sucking on his lips, before running his tongue over teeth and exploring. After a stunned moment, Jack began to return the favor and the kiss turned into a clashing of tongues and teeth that left them both breathless with swollen lips. Ianto quickly pulled off his jumper and toed his shoes off before yanking off Jack's braces and pulling his shirt and and undershirt off at once. Jack found himself suddenly on his back on the cold stone bench with Ianto pressing hard against him making sure their bodies touched everywhere possible. Ianto buried is nose in Jack's neck before lightly licking behind his ear earning a groan and blunt nails dragging down his back. Ianto nipped and licked his way over Jack's adam's apple and into the small valley just above his sternum. His hands wandered from lightly teasing Jack's armpits to sharply tweaking nipples that were then pacified with broad strokes of Ianto's tongue. Jack was having a hard time staying coherent under Ianto's ministrations that he could hardly do more than gasp and moan, or reach out to feel Ianto's skin under his fingers. Ianto was so intent in mapping Jack's body that he wasn't even registering the sounds coming from Jack until he reached Jack's belt. Ianto lifted his eyes to Jack and stared, waiting for Jack's consent which was given without words. Ianto smiled a truly devilish grin and quickly had Jack naked on the bench. A long swipe of tongue from hip to hip caused Jack to arch, but Ianto softly pressed him back down. He kissed and nibbled down both thighs, taking a moment to leave a pale reminder of his past love bite on his inner thigh, before working his way down Jack's legs. Jack's toes curled and his breathing hitched as Ianto gently massaged behind each knee and continued by kneading his muscular calfs. Only once he was gently working his thumbs in Jack's insteps did Ianto look back up the path he travelled to see Jack's flushed face.
Jack just stared at Ianto in awe. Jack couldn't think of anyone that had ever come close to making Jack's nerves tingle so thoroughly with only light touches and a tongue. If Jack's copiously weeping erection was any sign, Ianto quickly beginning to outstrip Jack at his own game. Jack cleared his throat and nodded his head towards his obvious arousal, "so, you going to take care of this Mister Jones?" Ianto smiled at Jack like a wolf that had just found several very edible deer in a cave.
"No. I'm good. I think I'm going to let that take care of itself as I have my fun." Ianto's eyes were positively gleaming and Jack felt his skin flush. Ianto crawled back up Jack, purposely dragging his thick chest hair across Jack's dick so it was now gummed with pre-come, before looking Jack eye-to-eye. "You're mine."
Ianto began working down Jack's body again, but this time leaving obvious marks of ownership. A necklace of bites ran shoulder to shoulder and deep bruise-like patches surrounded Jack's hard nipples. While bites decorated Jack's ribcage, the softer flesh of his stomach became a patchwork of bruises perfectly shaped to match Ianto's mouth. Finely manicured fingernails dragged hard down each leg raising welts while the inside of Jack's thighs received even more attention from Ianto's teeth and mouth. The twinges of pain that shot through his nervous system only increased the level of Jack's excitement and when Ianto finally, after what seemed like ages took both of Jack's balls into his mouth and sucked hard, it was all Jack could do to keep from rocketing into space. Teeth sending little shocks combined with the suction pulling them from his body and the compression to fit in Ianto's mouth finally pushed Jack over the edge. His breath rushing like he'd just run a four minute mile, Jack nearly screamed Ianto's name as his back arched from the bench and his eyes rolled up into his head. Ianto could feel every muscular contraction in Jack's body trying to pull his scrotum close to the base of his penis, but the combination of suction and resulting swelling from blood flow trapped Jack within Ianto's mouth. Ianto rested his forehead on Jack's groin as the pearly white ropes of his orgasm slowly ran down his cheek. Ianto heard Jack's breath steady out and he waited for the swelling to go down at which time Jack's balls would fall from his mouth. Ianto lovingly swirled his tongue over the silky bag he was holding in anticipation.
Jack felt the cool air suddenly strike his previously warm and moist balls and he let out a gasp. He felt Ianto slide up his body and wrap protectively around him. Ianto's hand fell naturally to Jack's belly while the other wrapped above and over his head. Jack rolled his head to look at Ianto, the deep flush of his sweat covered face took his breath away. Jack leaned over and carefully licked his cooling come from Ianto's cheek and smiled. Ianto's black eyes locked on Jack's mouth and quickly began taking the taste back. With a blurry smile Ianto tucked his head into the crook of Jack's next and whispered, "mine."
The story continues in Surreal
Series: Something that starts with "S", part ten
Characters: Jack & Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jack and Ianto get up to some serious bunny business.
A/N: For horizonssing day 20. Special "Smut Sunday" edition. Hey! Someone got some plot in my smut!
It had been a good night. The rift reports showed nothing of consequence, and the weevils had very kindly decided to stay in the sewers which suited Jack and Ianto just fine. Not only was dinner cooked, eaten and even cleaned up after without incident (well, other than Ianto suddenly deciding that Jack really would look better on his knees with Ianto's dick down his throat) but they were even able to watch an entire movie! If you consider watching a movie to involve groping as an olympic sport and setting new records for how many times you could push the other to the edge without letting them have an orgasm. Jack had to admit to himself that if Ianto being hard and ready all the time was the upside of the pregnancy pheromones, then maybe he could overlook those other side effects- like the monosyllabic vocabulary, oh and nearly killing Gwen. They only had to remake the bed once, after a near tortuous prostate massage Jack gave Ianto left the duvet and sheets rather soaked with seminal fluid. For the first time in several weeks, Jack and Ianto actually slept a full night.
Jack was having a really good dream; in fact, Jack thought this was a dream that was worth not waking up from. He was dreaming of Ianto slowly thrusting in and out while sucking his dick at the same time. Jack had known acrobats (the twins, he really really needed to write that book) that could bend like that, and there was that fellow without a solid spinal column, but humans for the most part just weren't that flexible. So Jack kept enjoying his dream, even gasping Ianto's name in his sleep. It was only when the sudden shock of teeth grazing his dick yanked him fully awake that Jack discovered that his dream had nothing on reality. His aching arse suddenly clenched tightly around Ianto's cock which had easily breeched him during sleep since Jack was well and truly loose after their night's playing. But it was the sight he saw when looking down that nearly caused Jack to come instantly. Ianto Jones, on his knees, was taking Jack from behind and had bent his upper body down and was slowly but surely engulfing Jack's erection with his mouth. The extra width of Jack's body gave Ianto the space he needed to work and with strong sucking and a highly creative tongue (and just the right application of teeth) he was making Jack see flashes in the periphery of his vision. Along with the near constant targeting of his prostate with each stroke, Jack could barely contain himself. With a shudder that passed from head-to-toe, Jack's body clenched tightly onto Ianto's cock as Jack exploded into Ianto's waiting mouth. Ianto continued to work himself in and out of Jack to extend his orgasm, all the while greedily slurping up Jack's seed. With an escaped gasp, Ianto stilled and let Jack's softening dick fall from his mouth as his own orgasm overtook him. Jack felt the suddenly warmth expand deep inside him and he sighed as his lolled on the pillow.
"That's one hell of a wake up call Mister Jones." Jack said between gasps to bring himself down. "I wonder what your snooze button must be like."
Ianto smiled, his lips swollen from stretching around Jack's erection, as he collapsed back onto the bed behind Jack. "Its your fault really, I was sleeping soundly and then you started moaning and rubbing your ass against my crotch- what exactly was I supposed to do? It is a fair prospect after all." Ianto ran the flat of his hand from Jack's chest down to rest across his softening belly. "Besides, you need exercise, and I'm more than willing to help out with the cardio." Ianto lifted his head and rested it next to Jack's ear. "I need to get up and do rounds at the hub, you can stay in bed if you like. I shouldn't be more than two hours." Ianto kissed Jack before pushing up from the bed and heading for the bathroom. Jack just smiled and watched as Ianto walked away, his milky skin making the dark hair on his body stand out even more enticingly.
Jack rolled over to look at the clock and was frankly shocked to see that it read nine o'clock. Even at his most exhausted, Jack rarely slept more than four hours, but this night he'd actually got a solid eight hours sleep. Maybe the devil spawn was taking more out of him than he thought, or maybe he'd been so soundly fucked that night that he simply got the sleep he needed. A very dirty grin spread across Jack's face as he imagined the look Ianto would give him if he presented a medical prescription calling for wild and raucous sex to ensure restful sleep. It would sure bring new meaning to sleep aide. Jack was casually enjoying his latest Ianto sex fantasy as the real Ianto came back into the room freshly shaved and showered. Since Ianto was only going in to feed the weevils and Myfanwy, he passed over his normal suits for jeans and a comfortable jumper. Jack enjoyed the view greatly because while Ianto Jones sure filled out a suit well, nothing in Jack's eyes embodied walking sex better than Ianto's pert ass wrapped in faded denim. Jack had to shake himself out of his daydream because Ianto was talking to him, "what was that?"
Ianto just shook his head, "I said, why don't we go to lunch at the cafe up the road. I'm going to walk to the hub and I can meet you there. Then we can walk home. The weather looks like it should be a cool sunny day. We could both use some time outside in the daylight. I'll make your morning coffee and I want you to eat at least some toast with preserves while I'm gone. You could go talk with Mrs. Gregory, maybe she'd give you a tour of the flat. I'll ring when I leave the hub, shouldn't take more than ten minutes to get to the cafe." Ianto held Jack's face in his hands and kissed him deeply before turning to leave.
Jack heard Ianto leave before getting himself up out of bed. He knew Ianto would just remake it, but Jack attempted to straighten the bed cloths before bounding into the bathroom for a very hot, long shower. Everyone else thought Ianto's suits encased an uptight young man; but Jack knew the truth. Ianto's suits were all finely tailored and in natural fabrics. Ianto was a hedonist and enjoyed the fine textures against his skin as much as he reveled in the feel under his fingers. His shower was not overly large, but Ianto had retrofitted it with a rainfall shower head that was fed by a pressure tank to maximize the water pressure and a dedicated on demand water heater so there was an endless supply of super heated water. This was something of a necessity as neither Jack nor Ianto was capable of taking a shower that lasted less than twenty minutes (longer if they tried to shower together) and the water always needed to be at just below scalding. Jack welcomed the stinging against his skin as the water rained down on him while he slowly washed his hair and body. The water soothed away his aching muscles and helped to limber him for the day to come. Jack leaned back against the now warmed tiles and let the water pound against his face and chest and slid his hand slowly from his sternum to making languid circles around his stomach. He could already feel the once hard abdominal muscles begin to slacken in preparation for the coming changes. He frowned a little that his much worked for six-pack would soon look more like a keg; but for the chance to have a happy, if slightly unusual for the twenty-first century, family with Ianto he'd accept the hit to his vanity- as long as he didn't get stretch marks. As Jack's thoughts drifted to Ianto, his hand slid further and slowly circled his cock. Unhurried pulls and the random nail slowly brought him to attention and while he continued to tease himself he pictured Ianto's wicked grin as he licked his already swollen lips. Jack's blunt nail was like Ianto's evil trick of grazing the head of his cock with his teeth which always made Jack's leg tense and his toes curl. Jack felt Ianto's tongue swirl around his engorged head- not the twisting of his own hand and when he finally pushed himself over the edge and came hard he was shouting Ianto into the pounding water. Jack waited for his breath to return to normal and made sure he was properly clean before turning off the shower and reaching for the thick fluffy towel that waited on the towel warmer. Ianto knew how much Jack loved nice warm towels and had installed the towel warmer as a surprise. The heated towels felt even softer against his skin and smelled of Ianto if Jack breathed deep enough.
Jack dressed quickly in his typical fashion and enjoyed a breakfast of coffee (damn, he missed the industrial strength stuff, but by drinking coffee similar to mere mortals meant he could have three cups a day instead of one) and several slices of toast slathered in apple butter, Jack read the day's paper and promptly fell asleep on the couch as the warm sun poured in the room. Unlike most of Jack's dreams, which tended to be replaying of some of the worst events in his long life, this dream was actually a cathartic dream, one of those that made you feel better. Jack saw a parade of people he had cared about in his long years. Some were all passion, but little real love- like John Hart, while others were more like hero worship a la the Doctor. There were people that attracted Jack not sexually but because of their strength like Martha, Gwen and Rose; and then there was Tosh and Owen who Jack clung to in a protective manner because of their oh so human flaws. But in all of his memories, and all of the people he'd known and loved, there wasn't another quite like Ianto Jones. In his dreams, Ianto wasn't someone he needed to place on a pedestal, or someone that he needed to shelter from the world. He wasn't just mindless fucking or someone that needed to be wrapped in cotton wool- he was just there. Ianto was there for Jack. Jack woke with a start as his phone rang and he grabbed for it. "Hello?" Jack's voice was still scratchy with sleep.
"Jack? Did you even get out of bed?" Ianto sounded slightly bemused over the line. Jack quickly pulled his phone away to see that it was nearly noon- he'd napped almost two hours on the couch.
"Yeah, I read the paper and had some breakfast. I must have nodded off is all. Are you done at the hub?" Jack was still slightly dumbfounded by all of this sleeping.
"The hub's all tucked away until morning, unless something happens. I'm just locking the pier door and should be at the cafe in 10, unless you'd rather not. We could just go for a walk to the park?" Ianto was concerned about Jack suddenly falling asleep, but figured it was probably a pregnancy thing- he decided to ask Martha on Monday. Jack didn't feel much like eating, so Ianto agreed to come home and they'd go for a walk to the park. Ianto would pick himself up something and snack on it as he walked.
Not far from Ianto's flat was a park on the grounds of what had been a Catholic church. The reformation had left it in ruins, but recently, area residents took it upon themselves to make a little garden haven within what was left of its walls. A grass meadow for playing a spot of rugby or football was framed by shady trees and benches. The crumbling stone walls were covered with vines and small flowering plants littered the ruins. Jack and Ianto were walking along the gravel path and just enjoying the sunny day. Jack was surprised that Ianto was holding his hand and keeping so close especially in the park. While Ianto wasn't ashamed of their relationship, he did have a problem with public displays of affection- he joked about how frustrated Lisa had been with him when he wouldn't even kiss her in a public place- so Jack was completely stunned when Ianto pulled Jack tight to him and gave him a slow thorough kiss before pulling away. With a wicked look in his eyes, Ianto said, "I have something to show you- I've never shared this before." Ianto quickly tugged Jack off the path and back behind the falling down wall. Ianto was marching in the direction of a tall hedge and came to an abrupt stop. He turned back to Jack and put a finger to his lips signaling quiet before pushing through the plants to a half-height door set in a brick wall. The door was dilapidated, with no signs of paint left, but it opened with an awkward crunch and Ianto dragged Jack in behind him. "What do you think?" Ianto was turning in a circle with his arms stretched wide, "I figure it was a private garden for the priest, a little space away from prying eyes." Jack looked around the space, it was probably only ten foot on a side, with tall walls that were mostly intact and overgrown with all sorts of plants. A small stone bench sat against a wall looking across to where it was likely a saint once stood on the pedestal now overgrown. Ianto grabbed Jack's hand and lead him over to the bench, pushing him down onto it before taking his face in his hands. "I'd bet more than one priest thought about doing what I'm about to do to you."
Ianto dove into Jack's mouth biting and sucking on his lips, before running his tongue over teeth and exploring. After a stunned moment, Jack began to return the favor and the kiss turned into a clashing of tongues and teeth that left them both breathless with swollen lips. Ianto quickly pulled off his jumper and toed his shoes off before yanking off Jack's braces and pulling his shirt and and undershirt off at once. Jack found himself suddenly on his back on the cold stone bench with Ianto pressing hard against him making sure their bodies touched everywhere possible. Ianto buried is nose in Jack's neck before lightly licking behind his ear earning a groan and blunt nails dragging down his back. Ianto nipped and licked his way over Jack's adam's apple and into the small valley just above his sternum. His hands wandered from lightly teasing Jack's armpits to sharply tweaking nipples that were then pacified with broad strokes of Ianto's tongue. Jack was having a hard time staying coherent under Ianto's ministrations that he could hardly do more than gasp and moan, or reach out to feel Ianto's skin under his fingers. Ianto was so intent in mapping Jack's body that he wasn't even registering the sounds coming from Jack until he reached Jack's belt. Ianto lifted his eyes to Jack and stared, waiting for Jack's consent which was given without words. Ianto smiled a truly devilish grin and quickly had Jack naked on the bench. A long swipe of tongue from hip to hip caused Jack to arch, but Ianto softly pressed him back down. He kissed and nibbled down both thighs, taking a moment to leave a pale reminder of his past love bite on his inner thigh, before working his way down Jack's legs. Jack's toes curled and his breathing hitched as Ianto gently massaged behind each knee and continued by kneading his muscular calfs. Only once he was gently working his thumbs in Jack's insteps did Ianto look back up the path he travelled to see Jack's flushed face.
Jack just stared at Ianto in awe. Jack couldn't think of anyone that had ever come close to making Jack's nerves tingle so thoroughly with only light touches and a tongue. If Jack's copiously weeping erection was any sign, Ianto quickly beginning to outstrip Jack at his own game. Jack cleared his throat and nodded his head towards his obvious arousal, "so, you going to take care of this Mister Jones?" Ianto smiled at Jack like a wolf that had just found several very edible deer in a cave.
"No. I'm good. I think I'm going to let that take care of itself as I have my fun." Ianto's eyes were positively gleaming and Jack felt his skin flush. Ianto crawled back up Jack, purposely dragging his thick chest hair across Jack's dick so it was now gummed with pre-come, before looking Jack eye-to-eye. "You're mine."
Ianto began working down Jack's body again, but this time leaving obvious marks of ownership. A necklace of bites ran shoulder to shoulder and deep bruise-like patches surrounded Jack's hard nipples. While bites decorated Jack's ribcage, the softer flesh of his stomach became a patchwork of bruises perfectly shaped to match Ianto's mouth. Finely manicured fingernails dragged hard down each leg raising welts while the inside of Jack's thighs received even more attention from Ianto's teeth and mouth. The twinges of pain that shot through his nervous system only increased the level of Jack's excitement and when Ianto finally, after what seemed like ages took both of Jack's balls into his mouth and sucked hard, it was all Jack could do to keep from rocketing into space. Teeth sending little shocks combined with the suction pulling them from his body and the compression to fit in Ianto's mouth finally pushed Jack over the edge. His breath rushing like he'd just run a four minute mile, Jack nearly screamed Ianto's name as his back arched from the bench and his eyes rolled up into his head. Ianto could feel every muscular contraction in Jack's body trying to pull his scrotum close to the base of his penis, but the combination of suction and resulting swelling from blood flow trapped Jack within Ianto's mouth. Ianto rested his forehead on Jack's groin as the pearly white ropes of his orgasm slowly ran down his cheek. Ianto heard Jack's breath steady out and he waited for the swelling to go down at which time Jack's balls would fall from his mouth. Ianto lovingly swirled his tongue over the silky bag he was holding in anticipation.
Jack felt the cool air suddenly strike his previously warm and moist balls and he let out a gasp. He felt Ianto slide up his body and wrap protectively around him. Ianto's hand fell naturally to Jack's belly while the other wrapped above and over his head. Jack rolled his head to look at Ianto, the deep flush of his sweat covered face took his breath away. Jack leaned over and carefully licked his cooling come from Ianto's cheek and smiled. Ianto's black eyes locked on Jack's mouth and quickly began taking the taste back. With a blurry smile Ianto tucked his head into the crook of Jack's next and whispered, "mine."
The story continues in Surreal