Fic: Lick (Torchwood Jack/Ianto NC17)
Title: Lick
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC 17
Spoilers: none
Summary: He just kept looking at it and thinking about it. How Jack's neck tasted, the strong muscles, the vein that threaded out when he was about to come, his pulse and how it raced under his skin, the scent of the pheromones and how they exploded when he was aroused.
Word Count: 2560
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: This is definitely for my girlfriend, the delectable kajmere, cuz she owns me. She asked for this specific prompt. So I am but her humble porn provider.
It's the right side of Jack's neck that Ianto's been staring at all day. First, when he had placed Jack's coffee on his desk he noticed it when Jack was talking on the phone. Just the way the muscles flexed when he talked. He stood there and stared for a moment. Jack caught him looking while he was on the phone. Ianto blushed, stumbled on his exit and hid in the archives for two hours.
Next time he was caught, they'd been stuck in the conference room listening to Tosh go over some presentation of … well, to be honest, Ianto had stopped listening 20 minutes ago because it didn't relate to anything he did and quite frankly he thought the project was a waste of time when she'd originally suggested it but Jack let her work on it anyway. Still, sitting in the conference room, Ianto had been playing tag with Jack and his neck.
Every time Jack looked over at him, he'd look away. He wasn't staring. Honest. Okay so he was. But Jack didn't need to know that. First time, Jack raised an eyebrow in question. Ianto blushed, looking at the pad of paper in front of him. The second time, Jack frowned. Ianto shook his head at himself. The third, Jack raised the eyebrow again, but touched his neck. Ianto started to draw on the paper in front of him. The fourth time, Jack caught his eye and smirked. Ianto blushed again.
He couldn't help it. He just kept looking at it and thinking about it. How Jack's neck tasted, the strong muscles, the vein that threaded out when he was about to come, his pulse and how it raced under his skin, the scent of the pheromones and how they exploded when he was aroused... Ianto shifted in his seat. He wondered what Jack's neck would look like, how it was taste, how it would smell with his delicious pheromones if Ianto were to come all over it...
Fuck, he berated himself mentally, now is not the time to get a hard on! He forced himself to pay attention, which certainly took care of the tent in his dress pants.
Finally when the presentation was over, Ianto sprung to his feet and headed into the hallway, only to have his arm caught, halting his flight.
“Something on my neck, Ianto?” Jack asked, pushing him to the side to the others could pass them.
“N-no, sir.”
“You keep staring at it.”
“It's nothing.”
Jack pinned him against the wall, and groin to groin, Ianto groaned softly as his erection sprung back to action immediately.
“Doesn't feel like 'nothing' to me,” Jack replied, and moved his head to catch his lover's eye. “What is it? C'mon, you can tell me anything, Ianto.”
Ianto's hands fell to Jack's hip, and held on as he looked anywhere but Jack's face. “I was just thinking about...”
“Yeah...?”
Ianto huffed. “It's your neck.”
Jack smirked. “O-kay. What about it?”
Ianto looked up and saw Jack's smirk. “Forget it. You'll just mock me.” Ianto tried to pull out of Jack's embrace, but Jack held tight.
“Hey, c'mere,” Jack pulled him tighter against him. “Ianto, listen. Nothing we do in 'the bedroom' is allowed to be mocked, okay? Not in a bad sense, anyway. If there's something you want to do, something you want to try? Tell me. I guarantee you, I've either done it, or I'm willing to do with you.” Jack leaned in and nuzzled against Ianto's neck, breathing against his skin softly before kissing him there. “Tell me...”
Ianto sighed again. “God, I can't believe I was even thinking about any of this, but...” he blushed and looked down. “Iwanttocomeonyourneck.”
Jack pulled back a little, “Say that again? Slower?”
Ianto huffed. “I want to come on your neck.”
Jack grinned. “Okay.”
Ianto blanched. “That's it? Just okay? Just like that?”
Jack shrugged. “Sure. Facials I'm not that fond of. Come stings if you get it in the eyes, but the neck is hot,” he grinned. He kissed Ianto softly. “That wasn't so hard was it?” Ianto sighed and shook his head. “Worth the embarrassment?” Ianto smirked and shoved at him. Jack chuckled. “How about I tell the others we're going weevil hunting and we head to your place?” Jack asked.
“What, now?” Ianto's eyes widened.
Jack thrust his hips. Ianto felt the twin erection against his. “Now.”
“I'll ready the SUV,” Ianto watched Jack pull away.
“That's m'boy,” Jack said as he sauntered downstairs.
~*~
Jack drove. He was faster. Ianto kept his hand on Jack's thigh, while looking out the window of the car. He could feel Jack looking over at him every now and then, but he knew that if he looked back, there was no stopping himself from launching himself at Jack, and he needed to wait.
When Jack pulled up at Ianto's building, they didn't touch at all on the way inside or up to Ianto's flat on the third floor. Ianto fumbled a little with the key, but got them inside. Once they were through the door though, all bets were off.
Jack slammed Ianto against the door, closing it shut at the same time, kissing him hungrily.
“So fucking hot,” Jack muttered between kisses, thrusting his tongue into Ianto's mouth. “So shy, so hot.”
“Shut up, Jack,” Ianto demanded, pushing back and swinging them around so Jack was against the door, and licked up the neck that had been taunting him all day. He groaned at the taste of Jack on his tongue and thrust his hips.
Jack grinned, allowing Ianto to take control. “So forceful. I love it.”
“I know,” Ianto, said as he pushed Jack's great coat off his shoulders and dragged him back in for another kiss. They frantically undressed each other, leaving a trail of clothes on the way to Ianto's bedroom.
When they were naked and in his room, Ianto pushed Jack down onto his bed, and told him to sit up against the headboard. Before he climbed onto the bed, Ianto went to his closet and opened a drawer. Pulling out what he needed, he closed it, and came back to Jack, kneeling on the bed and walking over to Jack on his knees before straddling him. Jack's hands immediately went to his hips.
“What have you got there?” Jack asked, curious.
“I know you said you weren't into bondage,” Ianto started, as he opened his hands, “but I was wondering if I could just tie up your hands to the headboard, loosely of course.”
Jack looked at Ianto for a few moments, then leaned forward and cupped his cheeks with both hands, his mouth covering his in a searing kiss.
“I trust you, Ianto,” Jack whispered, and Ianto could feel Jack's heart thundering in his chest. “There's no one else I would do this with. Believe me,” Jack said when he pulled back to look in Ianto's eyes.
Ianto nodded. “D-do we need a safe word?” he asked.
Jack smiled. “Might be a good idea,” he said softly. “How about 'Owen'?”
Ianto shuddered. “Good. I hear you say that, I'm stopping that's for sure.”
Jack laughed. “Okay. Tie me up, baby.”
Ianto gave him a small smile, and set about tying up his hands to the headboard with Ianto's silk ties as his restraints. He made them loose enough that Jack could hold onto the ties or the headboard for leverage, and he could slide down so that he was half sitting, half laying down. He helped Jack get into position, peppering him with kisses, licking and mouthing over his body. Jack moaned and pulled on his ties.
“This isn't fair,” he muttered. “I want to touch you.”
“That's the point, Jack,” Ianto smiled. “You don't usually do what you're told anyway.” Ianto sat up. “And today, you're going to do what you're told, aren't you?” Jack nodded. Ianto slid his hands over Jack's torso and up his neck. “Such a pretty neck. So thick and strong. Want to come all over it, Jack. Want to paint it, lick it up, suck my come from it.”
Jack groaned. “Oh fuck yes.”
“Yeah, you want that don't you?” Ianto grinned, as he moved his hands down Jack's neck to his shoulders and then to his pectorals to tweak his nipples, and slide his nails along the underside of the muscles. Jack writhed beneath him. Ianto moved one hand down his body further to meet where his own cock lay on his torso.
“To do that, I need to get off. Do you want me to get off Jack?” Ianto asked. Jack nodded. “How should I do that? Hmm? Should I just jack off all over you?”
“Oh god,” Jack licked his lips, and thrust his hips, but there was nothing to connect them to.
“Or should I feed my cock to you? Hmm? Want to suck my cock Jack?”
“Yes, please!” Jack begged. Ianto smiled, and reached up to pat Jack's head. Jack tried to capture Ianto's fingers with his mouth.
“Okay, okay, hold on. I'll give you something to suck on,” Ianto soothed, as he moved up and helped ease his cock to Jack's open and willing mouth. Both groaned as Jack's tongue lapped and licked Ianto's cock before he wrapped his lips around the head and sucked. Jack flattened his tongue against the slit and teased it, causing Ianto to fall forward, one hand landing on the wall above Jack to brace himself. “Fuck, yes, Jack,” he encouraged.
Jack sucked more of his cock into his mouth until his nose was at Ianto's pelvis, his curls tickling him. Jack used his tongue to curl around Ianto's cock as Ianto shuddered and slowly pulled out, moaning loudly. Jack sucked hard, trying to prevent Ianto from leaving his mouth.
“Oh fuck yeah, Jack,” Ianto moaned, his head rolling back on his withdrawal. Ianto's fingers wrapped around Jack's throat as he slowly pushed back inside Jack's mouth. “Slowly now, that's it, take it in.”
Jack moaned in pleasure as Ianto's cock slid back into his mouth and down his throat. He swallowed around it, and Ianto's mouth dropped open. Jack's hips moved, needing friction that wasn't there and he growled in frustration, his arms pulling on the ties that held him open. The vibration of his growl sent tremors through Ianto, who picked up his pace.
“Holy fuck, Jack, your mouth, your throat,” Ianto panted, as he pulled out and back in again. “There's nothing like it, so hot, so wet and you just take me don't you?” he asked, as he looked down into Jack's eyes, the bright blue meeting blue grey. “You want this?” Jack moaned and sucked harder in response, pushing his body up to get closer. “That's a yes, isn't it? You fucking love this. My cock in your mouth, sucking me down... I fucking love this, love your mouth on me,” Ianto confessed, thrusting harder. He pulled out, “Lick me, Jack,” he demanded. “Suck my balls and lick my cock!”
Jack did as he was told, and Ianto trembled at the sight of Jack's compliance. Jack sucked his balls, one at a time before licking his cock from base to tip and sucking on the head again like a lollypop.
“Fuck, I'm gonna come,” Ianto warned, and he grabbed his cock, pulled it out of Jack's mouth, stroked it twice and aimed it at Jack's neck. Jack thrashed as Ianto's come covered him, Ianto yelling his name and shuddering through his orgasm.
“Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me,” Jack begged, “please, kiss me Ianto.”
Ianto leaned down and kissed him deeply, his fingers mixing into the come on Jack's neck and coating them. Suddenly Ianto reared back. “Got to have you, Jack.”
“What?” Ianto reached around and using his come as lube, started to stretch himself. Jack groaned at the sight. “Holy fuck. Ianto, it won't be enough.”
Ianto growled and stretched over to the nightstand, yanking it open and feeling around inside until his fingers found the tube of lubricant inside. Frantically, he flung the cap open and squirted some out, and coated his messy fingers, then continued to stretch himself. Then he mixed more of his come from Jack's neck with the left over lube on his fingers and reached back for Jack's neglected cock and slicked it up. Jack yelled out as he thrust into Ianto's loose hand. It wasn't enough friction, it wasn't nearly enough, but Jack wouldn't need much.
Ianto moved his arse back and held Jack upright as he sank down onto Jack's cock. Jack groaned in appreciation.
“Oh fuck yes,” he moaned, thrusting his hips up into Ianto's warmth. Ianto leaned forward and began to lick and suck his come from Jack's neck as he oh so slowly rotated his hips, not giving Jack anywhere near the speed he wanted. “Oh come on!”
“You will come when I say you can,” Ianto said between licks on Jack's neck. He sucked on Jack's pulse, flattening his tongue against the skin, grinning when Jack thrust up hard.
“Please, baby, please, I need to come, please? C'mon, I've been good! Please?” Jack begged, moving his head to try and kiss Ianto. When Ianto had licked up all of his come from Jack's neck, he kissed Jack, his tongue tangling with his lover's. Jack growled at the taste of Ianto on his tongue and thrust harder and faster. Ianto pulled back and moved his hips faster, giving Jack the speed and friction he needed.
"Okay Jack," Ianto whispered, tightening his muscles.
“Fuck, yes!” Jack yelled and his body spasmed as he came inside Ianto.
Covered in sweat and panting, Ianto reached up and untied Jack's arms before collapsing on top of him. Jack immediately wrapped his arms around him and cuddled him close.
“That was good, right?” Jack asked quietly, pressing a kiss to Ianto's forehead which was trying to hide in his neck.
“Yep,” Ianto agreed, and to emphasise his point, he moved closer, wrapping an arm and leg around Jack. “You okay? With the whole tying up thing I mean?”
Jack laughed. “Surprisingly yeah. Yeah, it was hot. Not that I'd do it with anyone else.”
Ianto looked up at Jack. “But we can do it again?”
Jack smiled and ran a hand up and down Ianto's back. “Yeah. Yeah we can do it again. We can do all of that again.” He curled a hand around Ianto's neck and pulled him closer to kiss him. “We should shower and get back to work.”
“Mmmm.” Ianto agreed, and yawned.
“Perhaps a nap first,” Jack chuckled, and allowed Ianto to snuggle down beside him. He set the alarm on his phone for an hour.
After all, if there was an emergency, surely someone would call.
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC 17
Spoilers: none
Summary: He just kept looking at it and thinking about it. How Jack's neck tasted, the strong muscles, the vein that threaded out when he was about to come, his pulse and how it raced under his skin, the scent of the pheromones and how they exploded when he was aroused.
Word Count: 2560
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: This is definitely for my girlfriend, the delectable kajmere, cuz she owns me. She asked for this specific prompt. So I am but her humble porn provider.
It's the right side of Jack's neck that Ianto's been staring at all day. First, when he had placed Jack's coffee on his desk he noticed it when Jack was talking on the phone. Just the way the muscles flexed when he talked. He stood there and stared for a moment. Jack caught him looking while he was on the phone. Ianto blushed, stumbled on his exit and hid in the archives for two hours.
Next time he was caught, they'd been stuck in the conference room listening to Tosh go over some presentation of … well, to be honest, Ianto had stopped listening 20 minutes ago because it didn't relate to anything he did and quite frankly he thought the project was a waste of time when she'd originally suggested it but Jack let her work on it anyway. Still, sitting in the conference room, Ianto had been playing tag with Jack and his neck.
Every time Jack looked over at him, he'd look away. He wasn't staring. Honest. Okay so he was. But Jack didn't need to know that. First time, Jack raised an eyebrow in question. Ianto blushed, looking at the pad of paper in front of him. The second time, Jack frowned. Ianto shook his head at himself. The third, Jack raised the eyebrow again, but touched his neck. Ianto started to draw on the paper in front of him. The fourth time, Jack caught his eye and smirked. Ianto blushed again.
He couldn't help it. He just kept looking at it and thinking about it. How Jack's neck tasted, the strong muscles, the vein that threaded out when he was about to come, his pulse and how it raced under his skin, the scent of the pheromones and how they exploded when he was aroused... Ianto shifted in his seat. He wondered what Jack's neck would look like, how it was taste, how it would smell with his delicious pheromones if Ianto were to come all over it...
Fuck, he berated himself mentally, now is not the time to get a hard on! He forced himself to pay attention, which certainly took care of the tent in his dress pants.
Finally when the presentation was over, Ianto sprung to his feet and headed into the hallway, only to have his arm caught, halting his flight.
“Something on my neck, Ianto?” Jack asked, pushing him to the side to the others could pass them.
“N-no, sir.”
“You keep staring at it.”
“It's nothing.”
Jack pinned him against the wall, and groin to groin, Ianto groaned softly as his erection sprung back to action immediately.
“Doesn't feel like 'nothing' to me,” Jack replied, and moved his head to catch his lover's eye. “What is it? C'mon, you can tell me anything, Ianto.”
Ianto's hands fell to Jack's hip, and held on as he looked anywhere but Jack's face. “I was just thinking about...”
“Yeah...?”
Ianto huffed. “It's your neck.”
Jack smirked. “O-kay. What about it?”
Ianto looked up and saw Jack's smirk. “Forget it. You'll just mock me.” Ianto tried to pull out of Jack's embrace, but Jack held tight.
“Hey, c'mere,” Jack pulled him tighter against him. “Ianto, listen. Nothing we do in 'the bedroom' is allowed to be mocked, okay? Not in a bad sense, anyway. If there's something you want to do, something you want to try? Tell me. I guarantee you, I've either done it, or I'm willing to do with you.” Jack leaned in and nuzzled against Ianto's neck, breathing against his skin softly before kissing him there. “Tell me...”
Ianto sighed again. “God, I can't believe I was even thinking about any of this, but...” he blushed and looked down. “Iwanttocomeonyourneck.”
Jack pulled back a little, “Say that again? Slower?”
Ianto huffed. “I want to come on your neck.”
Jack grinned. “Okay.”
Ianto blanched. “That's it? Just okay? Just like that?”
Jack shrugged. “Sure. Facials I'm not that fond of. Come stings if you get it in the eyes, but the neck is hot,” he grinned. He kissed Ianto softly. “That wasn't so hard was it?” Ianto sighed and shook his head. “Worth the embarrassment?” Ianto smirked and shoved at him. Jack chuckled. “How about I tell the others we're going weevil hunting and we head to your place?” Jack asked.
“What, now?” Ianto's eyes widened.
Jack thrust his hips. Ianto felt the twin erection against his. “Now.”
“I'll ready the SUV,” Ianto watched Jack pull away.
“That's m'boy,” Jack said as he sauntered downstairs.
~*~
Jack drove. He was faster. Ianto kept his hand on Jack's thigh, while looking out the window of the car. He could feel Jack looking over at him every now and then, but he knew that if he looked back, there was no stopping himself from launching himself at Jack, and he needed to wait.
When Jack pulled up at Ianto's building, they didn't touch at all on the way inside or up to Ianto's flat on the third floor. Ianto fumbled a little with the key, but got them inside. Once they were through the door though, all bets were off.
Jack slammed Ianto against the door, closing it shut at the same time, kissing him hungrily.
“So fucking hot,” Jack muttered between kisses, thrusting his tongue into Ianto's mouth. “So shy, so hot.”
“Shut up, Jack,” Ianto demanded, pushing back and swinging them around so Jack was against the door, and licked up the neck that had been taunting him all day. He groaned at the taste of Jack on his tongue and thrust his hips.
Jack grinned, allowing Ianto to take control. “So forceful. I love it.”
“I know,” Ianto, said as he pushed Jack's great coat off his shoulders and dragged him back in for another kiss. They frantically undressed each other, leaving a trail of clothes on the way to Ianto's bedroom.
When they were naked and in his room, Ianto pushed Jack down onto his bed, and told him to sit up against the headboard. Before he climbed onto the bed, Ianto went to his closet and opened a drawer. Pulling out what he needed, he closed it, and came back to Jack, kneeling on the bed and walking over to Jack on his knees before straddling him. Jack's hands immediately went to his hips.
“What have you got there?” Jack asked, curious.
“I know you said you weren't into bondage,” Ianto started, as he opened his hands, “but I was wondering if I could just tie up your hands to the headboard, loosely of course.”
Jack looked at Ianto for a few moments, then leaned forward and cupped his cheeks with both hands, his mouth covering his in a searing kiss.
“I trust you, Ianto,” Jack whispered, and Ianto could feel Jack's heart thundering in his chest. “There's no one else I would do this with. Believe me,” Jack said when he pulled back to look in Ianto's eyes.
Ianto nodded. “D-do we need a safe word?” he asked.
Jack smiled. “Might be a good idea,” he said softly. “How about 'Owen'?”
Ianto shuddered. “Good. I hear you say that, I'm stopping that's for sure.”
Jack laughed. “Okay. Tie me up, baby.”
Ianto gave him a small smile, and set about tying up his hands to the headboard with Ianto's silk ties as his restraints. He made them loose enough that Jack could hold onto the ties or the headboard for leverage, and he could slide down so that he was half sitting, half laying down. He helped Jack get into position, peppering him with kisses, licking and mouthing over his body. Jack moaned and pulled on his ties.
“This isn't fair,” he muttered. “I want to touch you.”
“That's the point, Jack,” Ianto smiled. “You don't usually do what you're told anyway.” Ianto sat up. “And today, you're going to do what you're told, aren't you?” Jack nodded. Ianto slid his hands over Jack's torso and up his neck. “Such a pretty neck. So thick and strong. Want to come all over it, Jack. Want to paint it, lick it up, suck my come from it.”
Jack groaned. “Oh fuck yes.”
“Yeah, you want that don't you?” Ianto grinned, as he moved his hands down Jack's neck to his shoulders and then to his pectorals to tweak his nipples, and slide his nails along the underside of the muscles. Jack writhed beneath him. Ianto moved one hand down his body further to meet where his own cock lay on his torso.
“To do that, I need to get off. Do you want me to get off Jack?” Ianto asked. Jack nodded. “How should I do that? Hmm? Should I just jack off all over you?”
“Oh god,” Jack licked his lips, and thrust his hips, but there was nothing to connect them to.
“Or should I feed my cock to you? Hmm? Want to suck my cock Jack?”
“Yes, please!” Jack begged. Ianto smiled, and reached up to pat Jack's head. Jack tried to capture Ianto's fingers with his mouth.
“Okay, okay, hold on. I'll give you something to suck on,” Ianto soothed, as he moved up and helped ease his cock to Jack's open and willing mouth. Both groaned as Jack's tongue lapped and licked Ianto's cock before he wrapped his lips around the head and sucked. Jack flattened his tongue against the slit and teased it, causing Ianto to fall forward, one hand landing on the wall above Jack to brace himself. “Fuck, yes, Jack,” he encouraged.
Jack sucked more of his cock into his mouth until his nose was at Ianto's pelvis, his curls tickling him. Jack used his tongue to curl around Ianto's cock as Ianto shuddered and slowly pulled out, moaning loudly. Jack sucked hard, trying to prevent Ianto from leaving his mouth.
“Oh fuck yeah, Jack,” Ianto moaned, his head rolling back on his withdrawal. Ianto's fingers wrapped around Jack's throat as he slowly pushed back inside Jack's mouth. “Slowly now, that's it, take it in.”
Jack moaned in pleasure as Ianto's cock slid back into his mouth and down his throat. He swallowed around it, and Ianto's mouth dropped open. Jack's hips moved, needing friction that wasn't there and he growled in frustration, his arms pulling on the ties that held him open. The vibration of his growl sent tremors through Ianto, who picked up his pace.
“Holy fuck, Jack, your mouth, your throat,” Ianto panted, as he pulled out and back in again. “There's nothing like it, so hot, so wet and you just take me don't you?” he asked, as he looked down into Jack's eyes, the bright blue meeting blue grey. “You want this?” Jack moaned and sucked harder in response, pushing his body up to get closer. “That's a yes, isn't it? You fucking love this. My cock in your mouth, sucking me down... I fucking love this, love your mouth on me,” Ianto confessed, thrusting harder. He pulled out, “Lick me, Jack,” he demanded. “Suck my balls and lick my cock!”
Jack did as he was told, and Ianto trembled at the sight of Jack's compliance. Jack sucked his balls, one at a time before licking his cock from base to tip and sucking on the head again like a lollypop.
“Fuck, I'm gonna come,” Ianto warned, and he grabbed his cock, pulled it out of Jack's mouth, stroked it twice and aimed it at Jack's neck. Jack thrashed as Ianto's come covered him, Ianto yelling his name and shuddering through his orgasm.
“Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me,” Jack begged, “please, kiss me Ianto.”
Ianto leaned down and kissed him deeply, his fingers mixing into the come on Jack's neck and coating them. Suddenly Ianto reared back. “Got to have you, Jack.”
“What?” Ianto reached around and using his come as lube, started to stretch himself. Jack groaned at the sight. “Holy fuck. Ianto, it won't be enough.”
Ianto growled and stretched over to the nightstand, yanking it open and feeling around inside until his fingers found the tube of lubricant inside. Frantically, he flung the cap open and squirted some out, and coated his messy fingers, then continued to stretch himself. Then he mixed more of his come from Jack's neck with the left over lube on his fingers and reached back for Jack's neglected cock and slicked it up. Jack yelled out as he thrust into Ianto's loose hand. It wasn't enough friction, it wasn't nearly enough, but Jack wouldn't need much.
Ianto moved his arse back and held Jack upright as he sank down onto Jack's cock. Jack groaned in appreciation.
“Oh fuck yes,” he moaned, thrusting his hips up into Ianto's warmth. Ianto leaned forward and began to lick and suck his come from Jack's neck as he oh so slowly rotated his hips, not giving Jack anywhere near the speed he wanted. “Oh come on!”
“You will come when I say you can,” Ianto said between licks on Jack's neck. He sucked on Jack's pulse, flattening his tongue against the skin, grinning when Jack thrust up hard.
“Please, baby, please, I need to come, please? C'mon, I've been good! Please?” Jack begged, moving his head to try and kiss Ianto. When Ianto had licked up all of his come from Jack's neck, he kissed Jack, his tongue tangling with his lover's. Jack growled at the taste of Ianto on his tongue and thrust harder and faster. Ianto pulled back and moved his hips faster, giving Jack the speed and friction he needed.
"Okay Jack," Ianto whispered, tightening his muscles.
“Fuck, yes!” Jack yelled and his body spasmed as he came inside Ianto.
Covered in sweat and panting, Ianto reached up and untied Jack's arms before collapsing on top of him. Jack immediately wrapped his arms around him and cuddled him close.
“That was good, right?” Jack asked quietly, pressing a kiss to Ianto's forehead which was trying to hide in his neck.
“Yep,” Ianto agreed, and to emphasise his point, he moved closer, wrapping an arm and leg around Jack. “You okay? With the whole tying up thing I mean?”
Jack laughed. “Surprisingly yeah. Yeah, it was hot. Not that I'd do it with anyone else.”
Ianto looked up at Jack. “But we can do it again?”
Jack smiled and ran a hand up and down Ianto's back. “Yeah. Yeah we can do it again. We can do all of that again.” He curled a hand around Ianto's neck and pulled him closer to kiss him. “We should shower and get back to work.”
“Mmmm.” Ianto agreed, and yawned.
“Perhaps a nap first,” Jack chuckled, and allowed Ianto to snuggle down beside him. He set the alarm on his phone for an hour.
After all, if there was an emergency, surely someone would call.