Jack Harkness it seemed was an ideal alarm clock.
Without fail, every morning for the past two months now, Ianto had been woken up by soft groans and growls that reverberated through the cold bedroom air, an immediate low assault on his eardrums. The next feeling he would be greeted with would be a gentle, moist pressure against his neck, the
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...I wish I had a day when I didn't have to wake up early too.
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this is officially canon for me...
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