Where are my clothes?
Title: Where are my clothes?
Author: Me =]
Rating: NC-17 for smutty goodness
Warning: D/s, spanking, deep-throating, slash
Pairing: Jack/Ianto (of course)
Un-beta-ed so mistakes all mine "/
A/N: for two lovely girls called Fran and Laura, who wanted this yesturday haha. Enjoy =]
“Jack?”
“Yes Ianto?”
Ianto had walked into Jack’s office, completely naked and still slightly wet from the shower he had just had.
Jack looked up, innocent as an angel.
“Where are my clothes?”
Jack shrugged his shoulders. “Where you left them?”
“No, Jack, they are not where I left them. I left them next to the chair in the showers. They are not there now. Where are they?”
Jack stood up from his chair and walked around to where Ianto’s naked form stood. “You’ll just have to find out won’t you.” He whispered in his ear as he grasped Ianto’s cock.
Ianto growled slightly before falling into the feeling of what Jack was doing to him. “Jack.”
“Yes, Ianto?”
“Get your clothes off,” he pulled away from Jack’s hand, “now.”
“Make me.” Jack stepped forwards to Ianto and kissed him hard on the lips, almost bruising. Jack pressed his tongue past Ianto’s lips, searching his mouth, enjoying the taste of coffee.
Ianto grabbed hold of Jack’s shirt and pulled at it, the buttons flicked onto the floor were followed by the dark blue remains and the white under-shirt he was wearing.
Jack went to kiss Ianto again but he was stopped when two firm hands covered his chest. Ianto pulled at his nipples, making them hard before racking his nails down to the hem of Jack’s trousers, marking him with eight red lines.
Ianto pulled at the buckle of Jack’s belt, ripping it out of the belt-holes with a whip in the air. “Ianto, thinking about wrecking all my clothes?”
“Shut up.” With that Ianto spun Jack in the spot and hit him hard on the arse with his belt. Jack cried out, a pulse of hot pleasure ran through his body to his bottom. “Now get everything off.”
Ianto stepped back, still holding the belt in his hand, watching as Jack toed off his shoes and socks, then his trousers and pants. The belt mark was showing rather clearly on his arse.
“Bend over the desk.” Ianto growled in Jack ear, kneading one of Jack’s buttocks with his free hand.
Jack did as he was told; waiting for the next crack of the belt, but it seemed to not be coming. He looked around to see Ianto standing behind him slowing rubbing his own cock.
“Did I tell you that you could turn around?” Ianto neglected his cock to hit Jack on the arse again with the belt before dropping it to the floor.
Jack yelped, his head snapping back to rest on the table, his cock was rubbing against the desk, wanton for attention.
“Ianto.” Jack managed; he canted his hips in an attempt to give his cock some fiction.
“Wait Jack. You took my clothes, and this is your punishment.”
Ianto moved forwards and spanked Jack again, but with his hand. Heat began to radiate from his arse as Ianto carried on.
Jack writhed beneath his hand, Ianto stopped to smooth his hand against the redness of Jack’s arse. Jack then canted his hips in a vain attempt to push Ianto’s hand lower. “No.” Was all Ianto said before starting again, spanking each of Jack’s buttocks individually.
Jack was close to crying, he was desperate for more touch, his cock was pulsing, close to orgasm but the shots of pain that followed each of Ianto’s spanks stopped him.
Finally, Ianto stopped; he smoothed his hand over Jack’s arse again before wrapping his hand around Jack’s cock. “Come for me, Jack.” Ianto whispered in Jack’s ear. With a grunt, Jack came all over the desk and Ianto’s hand, which he then offered to Jack’s mouth to clean.
Jack greedily sucked on Ianto’s fingers, taking his time to lick each one clean. Ianto watched and felt his cock grow even more, wanting the attention his fingers were having.
Ianto pulled his fingers away and smacked Jack around the face before pushing him to his knees in front of his cock. “Suck me.” Ianto pushed his cock into Jack’s mouth.
Jack lapped at Ianto’s hot cock, licking from base to tip, ignoring the pricking pain in his cheek. Jack relaxed his throat and let Ianto push his cock further into Jack. He deep-throated Ianto until he felt his balls tense.
Jack pulled back until just the head of Ianto’s cock stayed in his teeth, Ianto groaned as his cock felt the cool air after being in Jack’s hot mouth. He looked down at Jack, who smiled back at him around his cock.
Ianto grabbed onto Jack hair, pulling at his to take his cock back in his mouth, but Jack bared the pain as he lapped at Ianto’s slit, tasting the pre-come. Ianto groaned again and his head dropped backwards, he pushed his hips forward, waiting for Jack to take him in but it was too much.
Ianto came forcefully into Jack’s mouth. Jack swallowed, enjoying the taste of Ianto in every pulse of his cock. Jack finally let go and watched as Ianto regained himself.
“Go and get my clothes.” Ianto muttered as Jack stood back up to face him.
“Why?” Jack flashed a smile at Ianto.
“So we can finish this at my flat.”
Author: Me =]
Rating: NC-17 for smutty goodness
Warning: D/s, spanking, deep-throating, slash
Pairing: Jack/Ianto (of course)
Un-beta-ed so mistakes all mine "/
A/N: for two lovely girls called Fran and Laura, who wanted this yesturday haha. Enjoy =]
“Jack?”
“Yes Ianto?”
Ianto had walked into Jack’s office, completely naked and still slightly wet from the shower he had just had.
Jack looked up, innocent as an angel.
“Where are my clothes?”
Jack shrugged his shoulders. “Where you left them?”
“No, Jack, they are not where I left them. I left them next to the chair in the showers. They are not there now. Where are they?”
Jack stood up from his chair and walked around to where Ianto’s naked form stood. “You’ll just have to find out won’t you.” He whispered in his ear as he grasped Ianto’s cock.
Ianto growled slightly before falling into the feeling of what Jack was doing to him. “Jack.”
“Yes, Ianto?”
“Get your clothes off,” he pulled away from Jack’s hand, “now.”
“Make me.” Jack stepped forwards to Ianto and kissed him hard on the lips, almost bruising. Jack pressed his tongue past Ianto’s lips, searching his mouth, enjoying the taste of coffee.
Ianto grabbed hold of Jack’s shirt and pulled at it, the buttons flicked onto the floor were followed by the dark blue remains and the white under-shirt he was wearing.
Jack went to kiss Ianto again but he was stopped when two firm hands covered his chest. Ianto pulled at his nipples, making them hard before racking his nails down to the hem of Jack’s trousers, marking him with eight red lines.
Ianto pulled at the buckle of Jack’s belt, ripping it out of the belt-holes with a whip in the air. “Ianto, thinking about wrecking all my clothes?”
“Shut up.” With that Ianto spun Jack in the spot and hit him hard on the arse with his belt. Jack cried out, a pulse of hot pleasure ran through his body to his bottom. “Now get everything off.”
Ianto stepped back, still holding the belt in his hand, watching as Jack toed off his shoes and socks, then his trousers and pants. The belt mark was showing rather clearly on his arse.
“Bend over the desk.” Ianto growled in Jack ear, kneading one of Jack’s buttocks with his free hand.
Jack did as he was told; waiting for the next crack of the belt, but it seemed to not be coming. He looked around to see Ianto standing behind him slowing rubbing his own cock.
“Did I tell you that you could turn around?” Ianto neglected his cock to hit Jack on the arse again with the belt before dropping it to the floor.
Jack yelped, his head snapping back to rest on the table, his cock was rubbing against the desk, wanton for attention.
“Ianto.” Jack managed; he canted his hips in an attempt to give his cock some fiction.
“Wait Jack. You took my clothes, and this is your punishment.”
Ianto moved forwards and spanked Jack again, but with his hand. Heat began to radiate from his arse as Ianto carried on.
Jack writhed beneath his hand, Ianto stopped to smooth his hand against the redness of Jack’s arse. Jack then canted his hips in a vain attempt to push Ianto’s hand lower. “No.” Was all Ianto said before starting again, spanking each of Jack’s buttocks individually.
Jack was close to crying, he was desperate for more touch, his cock was pulsing, close to orgasm but the shots of pain that followed each of Ianto’s spanks stopped him.
Finally, Ianto stopped; he smoothed his hand over Jack’s arse again before wrapping his hand around Jack’s cock. “Come for me, Jack.” Ianto whispered in Jack’s ear. With a grunt, Jack came all over the desk and Ianto’s hand, which he then offered to Jack’s mouth to clean.
Jack greedily sucked on Ianto’s fingers, taking his time to lick each one clean. Ianto watched and felt his cock grow even more, wanting the attention his fingers were having.
Ianto pulled his fingers away and smacked Jack around the face before pushing him to his knees in front of his cock. “Suck me.” Ianto pushed his cock into Jack’s mouth.
Jack lapped at Ianto’s hot cock, licking from base to tip, ignoring the pricking pain in his cheek. Jack relaxed his throat and let Ianto push his cock further into Jack. He deep-throated Ianto until he felt his balls tense.
Jack pulled back until just the head of Ianto’s cock stayed in his teeth, Ianto groaned as his cock felt the cool air after being in Jack’s hot mouth. He looked down at Jack, who smiled back at him around his cock.
Ianto grabbed onto Jack hair, pulling at his to take his cock back in his mouth, but Jack bared the pain as he lapped at Ianto’s slit, tasting the pre-come. Ianto groaned again and his head dropped backwards, he pushed his hips forward, waiting for Jack to take him in but it was too much.
Ianto came forcefully into Jack’s mouth. Jack swallowed, enjoying the taste of Ianto in every pulse of his cock. Jack finally let go and watched as Ianto regained himself.
“Go and get my clothes.” Ianto muttered as Jack stood back up to face him.
“Why?” Jack flashed a smile at Ianto.
“So we can finish this at my flat.”