Learning Curve - Part 3 - fic
Learning Curve - Part 3
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: not mine, property of the BBC.
WARNING: Breath play, erotic asphyxiation and similar activities are dangerous, don’t try without fully educating yourself.
Thanks to azure_chaos for the beta job.
My office, 10mins; Ianto felt warm inside. He knew that tone of voice only too well, soon he would be on his knees.
He checked everything was locked, alarmed and tidied away before he headed for Jack's office.
The other man wasn't anywhere to be seen; he simply knelt on the floor in front of the desk.
"I've always admired your punctuality"
Ianto held back a shiver, he was already hard, this was going to be a long night.
Jack stepped in front of him but he didn't look up.
"Look at me"
Ianto couldn’t help himself; lifting his eyes, a large black feather was stroked across his lips; he held back a groan
"Do you know what this is for, when I saw this I thought of you, laying against your pale skin, these soft lips" Jack drawled.
Ianto's eyes widened slightly, oh yes, he'd just realised. Jack laughed.
"Oh yes, pretty one, you do don't you. Follow me"
Ianto stood and followed Jack down to his room.
"Strip" he said demandingly. He leaned against the wall, watching.
" I want to be entertained tonight, you've been playing all day; it's pay-up time"
Ianto held back a smile; that was true, he'd wondered how far he would be able to push Jack today.
He slowly removed his clothing, carefully folding each item and placing it on the chair. Making sure Jack got the best view, whenever he bent over.
Soon, he stood naked in front of the other man. Standing there he could feel the blue eyes raking over his body.
Jack led him over to the bed, and laid him down. Ianto noticed his stopwatch was on the bedside cabinet next to the feather.
Jack took his cuffs and gently placed one around each wrist and attached them together. He wasn’t going to secure them to the bed this time.
Ianto looked at him, a question in his eyes.
Jack stroked his face and neck. “Do you trust me?”
“With every ounce of my being” Ianto replied softly.
Jack smiled.
“Still, I want you to be able to move if you need to. You’ve still the security of being restrained but you can move. You won’t though, will you.” Not asking, merely stating a fact.
Ianto simply looked at him, not saying a word. Jack looked into his eyes. For a moment the rhythmic stroking movement of his hand almost. He could see in those pale blue depths, fear, and darkness and anger hidden in there, but there was also complete and total trust in him from the younger man. It was a shock. On the one hand he expected it, when they did these things there had to be trust, but to see it laid bare like that before him: it made him feel very small.
He was practiced at not showing it though; the moment he showed anger or uncertainty to Ianto, in these situations, everything would be lost.
Picking up a black silk scarf he drew it across the other mans’ eyes.
“I’m gonna blindfold you, it will help you focus”
He tied the scarf across Ianto’s eyes.
Still fully clothed, he sat astride Ianto’s thighs, careful not to touch his erection. He picked up the feather and smiled, stroking it across Ianto’s upper lip, he leaned over and switched on the stopwatch.
“Concentrate on your breathing”
He watched the feather moved with each breath from that beautiful mouth.
“Now slow down your breathing, the stopwatch is on, visualise the hands going round and round, and round.” Ianto concentrated on Jack’s soft drawl, he could see the hypnotic hands of the stopwatch, and those full lips moving as he heard the words.
Ianto’s breathing became slowed, he could almost see the air moving in an out of his lungs. Soft warm darkness filled his mind; nothing else mattered to him. Only doing as Jack asked, achieving the calm, which came with that.
Jack smiled and waited, watching the pale chest move up and down.
“Can you see the hands ticking, moving round? Slow down.” He paused, just watching.
Carefully, he moved, and placed his hands at Ianto’s throat, not pressing, simply laying them on top.
“Now, hold your breath, stop breathing. For me”
Ianto stopped. His entire world was now the burning light-headedness brought on by lack of oxygen. The multiple sensations of his burning lungs and the hands around his neck inextricably intertwined.
He wanted to breathe, badly, but he could feel Jack’s cool fingertips at his throat, their connection and the words ‘For me.’ He knew that Jack would tell him when he was allowed to take another breath.
Jack watched as Ianto’s chest stopped moving. His eyes flicked across at the stopwatch, and followed the hands movement.
He waited, watching
“Breathe; come for me” he whispered.
He felt it, as he and Ianto came together, and the young man took a gasping breath, filling his burning lungs and blacked out.
He came to lying in Jack’s arms, blinking, the blindfold had been taken off but his cuffs were still secured. He looked up, smiled at Jack; closed his eyes, curling up in his arms, so safe, and calm. Everything else was insignificant, this moment was all that was important to him.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: not mine, property of the BBC.
WARNING: Breath play, erotic asphyxiation and similar activities are dangerous, don’t try without fully educating yourself.
Thanks to azure_chaos for the beta job.
My office, 10mins; Ianto felt warm inside. He knew that tone of voice only too well, soon he would be on his knees.
He checked everything was locked, alarmed and tidied away before he headed for Jack's office.
The other man wasn't anywhere to be seen; he simply knelt on the floor in front of the desk.
"I've always admired your punctuality"
Ianto held back a shiver, he was already hard, this was going to be a long night.
Jack stepped in front of him but he didn't look up.
"Look at me"
Ianto couldn’t help himself; lifting his eyes, a large black feather was stroked across his lips; he held back a groan
"Do you know what this is for, when I saw this I thought of you, laying against your pale skin, these soft lips" Jack drawled.
Ianto's eyes widened slightly, oh yes, he'd just realised. Jack laughed.
"Oh yes, pretty one, you do don't you. Follow me"
Ianto stood and followed Jack down to his room.
"Strip" he said demandingly. He leaned against the wall, watching.
" I want to be entertained tonight, you've been playing all day; it's pay-up time"
Ianto held back a smile; that was true, he'd wondered how far he would be able to push Jack today.
He slowly removed his clothing, carefully folding each item and placing it on the chair. Making sure Jack got the best view, whenever he bent over.
Soon, he stood naked in front of the other man. Standing there he could feel the blue eyes raking over his body.
Jack led him over to the bed, and laid him down. Ianto noticed his stopwatch was on the bedside cabinet next to the feather.
Jack took his cuffs and gently placed one around each wrist and attached them together. He wasn’t going to secure them to the bed this time.
Ianto looked at him, a question in his eyes.
Jack stroked his face and neck. “Do you trust me?”
“With every ounce of my being” Ianto replied softly.
Jack smiled.
“Still, I want you to be able to move if you need to. You’ve still the security of being restrained but you can move. You won’t though, will you.” Not asking, merely stating a fact.
Ianto simply looked at him, not saying a word. Jack looked into his eyes. For a moment the rhythmic stroking movement of his hand almost. He could see in those pale blue depths, fear, and darkness and anger hidden in there, but there was also complete and total trust in him from the younger man. It was a shock. On the one hand he expected it, when they did these things there had to be trust, but to see it laid bare like that before him: it made him feel very small.
He was practiced at not showing it though; the moment he showed anger or uncertainty to Ianto, in these situations, everything would be lost.
Picking up a black silk scarf he drew it across the other mans’ eyes.
“I’m gonna blindfold you, it will help you focus”
He tied the scarf across Ianto’s eyes.
Still fully clothed, he sat astride Ianto’s thighs, careful not to touch his erection. He picked up the feather and smiled, stroking it across Ianto’s upper lip, he leaned over and switched on the stopwatch.
“Concentrate on your breathing”
He watched the feather moved with each breath from that beautiful mouth.
“Now slow down your breathing, the stopwatch is on, visualise the hands going round and round, and round.” Ianto concentrated on Jack’s soft drawl, he could see the hypnotic hands of the stopwatch, and those full lips moving as he heard the words.
Ianto’s breathing became slowed, he could almost see the air moving in an out of his lungs. Soft warm darkness filled his mind; nothing else mattered to him. Only doing as Jack asked, achieving the calm, which came with that.
Jack smiled and waited, watching the pale chest move up and down.
“Can you see the hands ticking, moving round? Slow down.” He paused, just watching.
Carefully, he moved, and placed his hands at Ianto’s throat, not pressing, simply laying them on top.
“Now, hold your breath, stop breathing. For me”
Ianto stopped. His entire world was now the burning light-headedness brought on by lack of oxygen. The multiple sensations of his burning lungs and the hands around his neck inextricably intertwined.
He wanted to breathe, badly, but he could feel Jack’s cool fingertips at his throat, their connection and the words ‘For me.’ He knew that Jack would tell him when he was allowed to take another breath.
Jack watched as Ianto’s chest stopped moving. His eyes flicked across at the stopwatch, and followed the hands movement.
He waited, watching
“Breathe; come for me” he whispered.
He felt it, as he and Ianto came together, and the young man took a gasping breath, filling his burning lungs and blacked out.
He came to lying in Jack’s arms, blinking, the blindfold had been taken off but his cuffs were still secured. He looked up, smiled at Jack; closed his eyes, curling up in his arms, so safe, and calm. Everything else was insignificant, this moment was all that was important to him.