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Post by Jack Harkness on Jun 14, 2009 23:47:30 GMT -5
There were times Jack liked to keep control and there were others when he was content to turn control over to Ianto. This, however, was the time for the former -- he wanted to be the one in control after having so many things spin out of his power to change. He had watched the poor creature suffer, had been backed into a corner by Gwen, and nearly backed into that same corner by his lover. No, Jack needed the title of dominant partner tonight and it felt as if Ianto was only too willing to comply.
The desk was the closest flat space, not counting a wall or door -- but Jack wanted something a bit more horizontal. He groaned into the kiss, feeling Ianto's hips pressing against his own, his arousal growing with each passing moment. Jack shrugged out of his braces, letting them fall to his sides limply. HIs other hand raised, cupping Ianto's face with his hands as he damn near drank from his mouth, tongue tracing every contour to taste and devour. The argument no longer seemed to matter, though Jack was sure they'd revisit it at another time. For now, though, Jack was set to enjoy his lover and the make-up process.
His hands slid down Ianto's chest, focusing on his tie then moving to the buttons on his waistcoat. While he appreciated the appearance of Ianto in the full three-piece suit, it made it damned difficult to get him out of said clothes quickly.
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Post by Ianto Jones on Jun 14, 2009 23:59:47 GMT -5
There would be loose buttons to replace later, of that there was no doubt. Jack was like a man posessed and it didn't take long for Ianto to be out of the fine woolen cocoon he wore so well.
He was grateful for the little lever Jack had installed under the desk that made the shutters close on the office windows. Ianto knew Owen and Tosh were listening intently but could give a shit whether they heard or not.
This was how he wanted it, naked and splayed across his lovers desk. Marks would have to be buffed out later and he would enjoy polishing out every one. His eyes foccused on Jack's and he entered him and he let go of all the anger as Jack filled him with something much better.
The rythm started slow and built to a maddening pace. He urged his lover on with the right kind of Welsh swear words.
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Post by Jack Harkness on Jun 16, 2009 9:30:13 GMT -5
Loose and otherwise missing buttons weren't a problem, given Ianto's background in the tailoring business. Besides, at this point, Jack wasn't stopping for the little things. This was how they were, more often than naught: Ianto or Gwen would be the ones to come toe-to-toe with him on an issue. Gwen, he tended to give in to but Ianto? Ianto usually had the logicial point and when they were done the sex after was fantastic. There may have been a part of him that wondered if the reverse was true -- how it would be with Gwen, but he pushed that thought away.
He had Ianto and he was happy.
Jack gritted his jaw, preparations finished and entered his lover, hissing with that first release of tension. He started slow, wanting to build to that perfect pace, even if he couldn't hold out forever. Not with the 'sweet nothings' being whispered in his ear. "Those Welsh vowels," Jack murmured, finding Ianto's lips. "What they bloody do to me." Somehow, Jack managed to worm a hand between them, working Ianto over as his hips gained speed, changing the angle ever so slightly as he was able to.
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Post by Ianto Jones on Jun 16, 2009 15:30:47 GMT -5
Ianto continued to coo in his native tongue to his lover as he was being pleasured. It once occured to him that he could recite the entire phone directory to Jack in Welsh and, as long as he did it the right way, it would get off his randy lover. He prayed Jack never learned the language.
At the moment he was reciting his grocery list as he found himself delciously scissored around his partner's hips. He was naked entirely from the waist down and being taken across Jack's desk like a common whore.
He imagined the sight of he and Jack so intimately entwined. The excitement of one of the other team members accidentally walking in, (as if they would with Jacks shutters closed), made him feel so slaggishly decadent.
The thought of it being Gwen really got him hot. He imagined the shocked and disappointed look on the smug girl's face as she saw them in the throes of passion. It was too much. He let loose a series of whispered expletives as he spilled over Jack's hand and shuddered as his lover pounded him even more intently.
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Post by Jack Harkness on Jun 19, 2009 15:16:44 GMT -5
He very well could have been reciting the phone directory, a shopping list, or random words that had absolutely nothing to do with that which came before. So long as it was in Welsh, and said by Ianto, Jack really didn't care what his lover said. In over a hundred years of living in Cardiff, Jack had yet to learn the language and wasn't about to start learning either outside of the few phrases he'd picked up.
One of Jack's hands ran along Ianto's bare thighs, gripping his hip to hold him as close as possible, even as Jack pounded into Ianto. Jack knew they were playing with fire having sex in his office while the rest of them were in close proximity -- but at this point, Jack couldn't bring himself to care. And if they came up here? Well, it was their own damn fault.
Jack was moving perilously close to the edge, even as he continued to stroke Ianto following his release. So bloody close. Jack arched his body as best as he could, kissing Ianto as if to swallow those words, taste them and roll them over his tongue as he came inside his lover. They may fight from time to time, but it was because Ianto was one of the few who could reign Jack in when he wanted to take the moral high ground. Or, at the very least, was the one who could attempt to tell Jack he was being an idiot. Jack may not listen, but as this type of sex tended to be a side-effect, he really wasn't going to complain.
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Post by Ianto Jones on Jun 19, 2009 15:57:16 GMT -5
Ianto was thoroughly content and currently being used in such a delicious way, he didn't care if a Dalek invasion rocked the Hub. He barely heard Gwen's voice on his comm and quickly brushed it off as more ramblings on her part.
Her voice sounded like a mosquito buzzing too close to his ear. If he didn't have both hands busy with Jack at the time he would have swatted the earpiece out of his ear.
He looked up at his lover in pure lust as Jack continued to mount him intently. "Thatta boy!" He said in Welsh, urging his boss on.
Every thrust clipped his most intimate spot and was getting him aroused again. He might have to go for seconds that would leave him sore and jelly kneed for hours to come, but it felt so good.
All the anger was gone. He knew Jack was right, as always. No matter how much the immortal loved Gwen nothing could replace this between them. It was more than sex, it was synergy.
He continued to spur his lover on. He had his entire 'to-do' list in the archives to recite still.
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Post by Jack Harkness on Jun 19, 2009 16:06:44 GMT -5
It wasn't 'being used', really, it was mutual enjoyment found at the hands of an activity they both excelled at performing. Jack's own comm piece had been taken out the moment he had slammed into his office the first time. If he needed Gwen, he could get her on her mobile just as easily -- and t he others were down in the main part of the Hub; it would only take a well-aimed shout to draw their attention.
So he had no idea that Gwen was fast approaching the Hub, if not already back inside once more. Didn't matter -- what mattered was this and very litte could draw Jack's attention away from Ianto now.
With a final thrust, pushing in as far as he could, Jack finally found his own release, joining Ianto in that spiral of ecstacy. God, there wasn't anywhere he'd rather be than right here in the arms of his lover. It was just sex, he told himself, ignoring that nagging voice that said it could possibly be something a bit more than that. For now, he would stick to the original story and not ponder the rest.
Lifting an eyebrow, still intimately connected to Ianto, Jack looked down at the other man. "If we're going for seconds, I might have to undress you the rest of the way," he said, arching forward to kiss the corner of Ianto's mouth. The first round may have been about the release of anger and their fight -- the second, however, was going to be about enjoying the body he simply couldn't get enough of.
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Post by Ianto Jones on Jun 19, 2009 16:13:40 GMT -5
Ianto smiled as he let Jack finish undressing him. His insides purred like a kitten from the first round. Every nerve ending was raw with desire.
He would have to scavenge a fantastic meal for them later to replace the burned calories from today. "We should fight more often. Perhaps I should pencil it in on our schedule between swedish massage and brain sucking alien invasions?"
His strange humor was restored and his sex drive even more so. He hoped the others just thought they were having a heart to heart but he knew it was the furthest from the truth. It was then he noticed the red moblie on Jack's desk...vibrating.
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