Ianto & John, birthday sex

[likesthecoat]

Sex with Constantine is never bad--it's often good, sometimes great, sometimes overwhelming.

John has outdone himself tonight, bringing Ianto to the edge over and over before finally letting him over, and it's some time before Ianto can do more than brush his fingers over John's back, before he can even think.

When he does, it's I can't lose this

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[bloody_awful]

John rolls over onto his back and lights a cigarette, as if on autopilot. He feels Ianto's fingers skate over his back, but says nothing.

[likesthecoat]

Ianto pushes himself up slowly and leans against the headboard, pulling up his knees. He watches John smoke.

"Do you mind sharing that?"

[bloody_awful]

John smiles almost in spite of himself. "You know these things will kill you," he says as he passes it over.

[likesthecoat]

Ianto shrugs and has a drag. "Torchwood employees die young."