Dancing In The Dark
Title: Dancing in the Dark
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Words: 148
Rating, Warnings: 18, sex.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Torchwood.
Spoilers: None
It’s like a dance in the dark with moves practiced and perfect; faultless and flawless. Hands skim over hot flesh, seeking out all the little secret places that will elicit moans, groans and arched backs. Mouths follow, tongues flicking at pulse points, sucking skin into warm mouths; marking, claiming, loving.
Bodies entwine with practiced ease, limbs falling into place, bodies fitting so perfectly together; pale skin moving against tanned muscle. Soft noises fill the air as tight, slicked muscle gives way to hard but gentle intrusion. The dance picks up pace against a soundtrack of skin on skin, moan on moan, kiss on kiss.
Then the dance reaches its crescendo; bodies arching together, come spilling inside, outside; pulling them together and apart in their pleasure. Breaths are hard and panting, soft words are whispered into flushed necks, gentle kisses are exchanged, and the dance is over.
For now.
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Words: 148
Rating, Warnings: 18, sex.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Torchwood.
Spoilers: None
It’s like a dance in the dark with moves practiced and perfect; faultless and flawless. Hands skim over hot flesh, seeking out all the little secret places that will elicit moans, groans and arched backs. Mouths follow, tongues flicking at pulse points, sucking skin into warm mouths; marking, claiming, loving.
Bodies entwine with practiced ease, limbs falling into place, bodies fitting so perfectly together; pale skin moving against tanned muscle. Soft noises fill the air as tight, slicked muscle gives way to hard but gentle intrusion. The dance picks up pace against a soundtrack of skin on skin, moan on moan, kiss on kiss.
Then the dance reaches its crescendo; bodies arching together, come spilling inside, outside; pulling them together and apart in their pleasure. Breaths are hard and panting, soft words are whispered into flushed necks, gentle kisses are exchanged, and the dance is over.
For now.