Fic- Anticipation
Title: Anticipation
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Ratings: Adult - spanking, sex
Spoilers: Nothing major
Summary: Is the anticipation worth it?
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Been a while since I’ve written a good spanking, so here it is! Comments please!
Ianto stood in the corner, watching the wall. He focused on it, trying to focus on just standing there, hands on his head and waiting. He just had to wait. He didn’t have to think about what was going to happen later but he couldn’t stop.
Jack had put him in the corner and left. Ianto didn’t know when he was to return, only that when he did, Ianto would be getting dealt with. He wanted it to happen already, and he wanted to put it off. He wriggled in his corner. He felt naughty but at the same time safe. He knew that Jack was there. When he was naughty, he was punished. He delighted and felt thrills going through him at that knowledge.
Ianto heard his front door opening. He took a deep breath. Soon, Jack would be coming in here, taking him over his lap and spanking him. He shuddered as that word went through his head. It was both thrilling and terrifying.
The bedroom door opened but there was no hand on his hip, releasing him from his position. Instead, Jack moved around the room, leaving Ianto to guess what he was doing. Ianto got more nervous with every moment. Jack was collecting items from around the room and placing them somewhere.
Ianto wished he’d just get on with it but no, not yet. It was too soon. When Jack pulled him over his knee, it would hurt. But then, it would also feel good. It would feel all hot and throbbing and he’d want to thrust into Jack’s lap and Jack would let him, just spank him all the harder at the same time.
His cock throbbed in his pants as he felt Jack still and turn to look at him. He would be here afterwards too, being watched as he had to stand there with his well-spanked bottom on display. He would be hard then too.
“Well, it’s time for a very naughty boy to be dealt with, isn’t it?” Jack said.
Ianto sniffed. “Yes, Sir.”
“Turn around.”
Ianto turned and found himself facing Jack. Jack fixed him with a firm look. “You’ve been very naughty, Ianto, haven’t you?”
Ianto swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”
Jack sat down on the bed and beckoned to Ianto. “Come here.”
Slowly, Ianto stepped closer. Even though he was still in his full suit, he felt very young and vulnerable, like he was naked already.
As soon as Ianto was in reach, Jack grasped hold of Ianto’s hips and tugged him closer. Without preamble, he began to undo Ianto’s belt and trousers.
“You’ve been naughty and you need to be punished.” He pushed down Ianto’s trousers, leaving him feeling even more vulnerable. “You deserve to be punished, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir. I need to be punished.”
Jack looked up and fixed Ianto with the sternest look Ianto had ever seen. “You’re getting a spanking right now.” He grasped Ianto by the wrist and guided him over his lap. Ianto found himself with his legs pinned and his head down by Jack’s feet. His bottom was upturned over Jack’s lap, ready for him to get his spanking.
Ianto was given no time to prepare himself. Jack’s hand raised and came down with a sharp smack across his briefs. Ianto whimpered as he felt his skin immediately begin to get hot as Jack launched into his spanking. Jack knew how to spank him. It was hard and firm and unyielding, yet he was held close during the whole thing. He could feel Jack’s heat and softness through the whole thing. It was what he needed.
Ianto managed not to cry out too much or wriggle or plead. That was until Jack picked up the hairbrush and began to smack it across Ianto’s briefs.
“Ow!” He wriggled, trying to arch on Jack’s lap. Jack ignored him, keeping his free hand on Ianto’s back. Ianto was glad to have it there, even though Jack’s other hand was making his bottom all hot and tender.
“Ow, it hurts, it hurts,” he gasped, tears in his eyes.
“You’re being punished, young man. It needs to hurt.” He brought the hairbrush down two more times hard across Ianto’s briefs, then stopped.
Ianto knew better than to think this would be it. Jack hooked his fingers in the waistband of Ianto’s briefs and tugged them down with one swift movement. Ianto whimpered as he felt the cool air across his hot backside. Jack began the spanking again, with hard ringing slaps.
Ianto began arching and wriggling and complaining as hard as he could. Jack stopped. “I think you need to lose these clothes, young man, remember that you need to submit to your punishment. Stand up.”
Ianto struggled to his feet and the next thing he knew, Jack was undressing him. He took everything off except for his briefs, which he left around Ianto’s thighs. Naked, Ianto was tugged back over Jack’s knee.
Ianto’s cock was fully hard and hanging down between Jack’s thighs. There was nothing he could do to relieve it so he tried to ignore it but as Jack spanked him with his hand and his bottom got hotter, his cock got harder.
“Ow, ow, please. I’m sorry.”
Jack picked up the hairbrush again. “I must correct you when you’re naughty.”
Ianto felt his cock throb at those words. Then Jack brought the hairbrush down across his bare cheeks. It was fake, it was all fake, a game but over Jack’s knee, with him spanking him and saying things like that, it all felt so real and so fucking good.
Jack was making his bottom go hot and throbbing all over. That hairbrush, that damn hairbrush.
“You naughty, naughty boy,” Jack scolded and Ianto felt himself beginning to thrust against Jack’s lap. Jack spanked him twice more with the hairbrush then stopped. Ianto whimpered. He actually didn’t want it to stop.
“Stand up.”
Ianto stood up, wriggling to stop from himself from reaching back to rub his bottom. Jack stood and took hold of his shoulders. With a firm grip, he led him back over to the corner.
“Hands on your head.”
Ianto did as he was told and felt Jack’s eyes running over him. His face flushed under the attention. Jack pushed Ianto’s briefs down the rest of the way and got Ianto to step out of them.
Then he pulled away and Ianto heard him doing something else. When he returned to Ianto, he was still firm.
“Pyjamas. Put them on.” He pressed the pyjamas into Ianto’s tummy and Ianto got dressed. What was Jack up to?
Ianto found himself being led over to the bed. The pillows had been piled in the middle of the bed and the covers pulled back.
Jack took Ianto’s pyjama bottoms down to his thighs and smacked his bare bottom again. “Over the pillows.”
Ianto got up on the bed and placed himself over the pillows, so his bottom was sticking up.
“What do you think then, Ianto? Do you think you’ve been spanked enough?”
Ianto shook his head. “No.” He sniffed. “Not yet.”
Jack chuckled. “Good answer.” He patted Ianto’s bottom. “You’ve got a choice to make, young man. You’re to either get a full spanking with this wooden spoon or you can get twenty hard strokes with this strap.”
Ianto turned his head and looked at the strap. It was two prongs of leather attached to a handle. It looked like it would hurt more than the belt but not be so official.
“What do you think then, Ianto?”
Ianto wriggled. “I don’t know how to choose,” he whined. He wanted Jack to choose, to decide what he deserved. “Don’t wanna, it’s not fair.”
Jack placed a hand on the small of his back and leaned in close. “Then I guess you need to get both, huh?”
Ianto shivered with fear and pleasure. Jack was really going to give it to him good. “Yes, Sir,” he said.
Jack’s hand withdrew from Ianto’s back. Ianto held his breath. He knew Jack was fetching the wooden spoon. He was to be getting a full spanking with the wooden spoon, whatever that meant. He was scared and excited. If Jack promised him a full spanking, it would hurt and feel so good at the same time.
He felt the bed dip as Jack sat down in position beside him. He placed a strong arm over Ianto’s back and Ianto knew he was in the perfect position to give him a good sound spanking. Jack rubbed the wooden spoon over Ianto’s warm buttocks.
“What do naughty boys get, Ianto?” he asked firmly.
Ianto wriggled. “Smacked,” he mumbled.
Jack smacked him hard with the wooden spoon. Ianto whimpered at the sting. “What?” he asked. “Tell me what they get.”
Ianto wriggled more. “They get smacked bottoms,” he said.
Jack gave him a few more with the spoon, hard and fast, to demonstrate. “Yes, they do. They get a good hard spanking, don’t they boy?” He continued to spank Ianto’s bottom with the spoon as he waited for him to answer.
“Yes, Sir!” Ianto said. “They get a good hard spanking.”
Just saying the words made Ianto’s cock throb, never mind what Jack was doing to his backside. Ianto tried not to think about his erection and to just concentrate on the delicious throbbing Jack was causing in his bottom.
Jack didn’t give him any pauses in the spanking. He just brought that spoon down over and over on his bottom, one buttock at a time. Ianto couldn’t keep still. He jerked and wriggled and pleaded but no matter what he couldn’t escape that spoon smacking his bottom.
“Ow, ow, please, I’m sorry! I’ll be good!” he cried.
Jack always knew what to say and, as he spanked, he lectured. “You naughty, naughty boy. You deserve this bottom-warming, don’t you? My naughty boy.”
Jack’s words went straight to Ianto’s cock and he fought not to thrust against the pillows. Jack just kept on spanking him with that wooden spoon and Ianto’s bottom was on fire.
Finally, Jack laid down the spoon and ran his large, strong hands soothingly over Ianto’s bottom. Ianto murmured contentedly at the combination of the heat and soreness with Jack’s firm gentleness. He still wanted more.
Jack leaned over and kissed the back of his head. “You took that spanking well but it’s time for your strapping now. You need to be a good boy and stay still.”
Ianto wriggled and whimpered.
Jack smacked his bottom with his hand. “You need to stay still and not cry. I’m expecting you to take this well, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Jack patted his bottom. “Good boy.” He pulled away and Ianto heard him swishing the strap through the air.
Ianto shuddered. He’d never ever had the strap before. He didn’t know what it would be like. He didn’t even know where Jack had got it from. Jack seemed to have a never-ending supply of toys, some of which Ianto had never even heard of before. He was scared but the fear thudded in his chest and made his cock throb.
Twenty hard strokes. That was what Jack had said. Hard. How hard was hard? Ianto was determined to take whatever Jack had to dish out. He always did. He’d never stopped a spanking. Jack seemed to know how much he could take. Sometimes Ianto was pushed right to the edge but never past his own limits.
Jack’s hand stroked his back. “How many did I say?”
Ianto squirmed. “Twenty strokes, Sir.”
“Twenty hard strokes, wasn’t it?”
Ianto bit his lip. “Yes, Sir.”
“Then that’s what you’re going to get.” He pressed firmly to Ianto’s back. “You can take this,” he murmured and Ianto took a deep, calming breath.
Jack raised the strap and Ianto forced himself to keep breathing. The leather struck him with a deep sting. Ianto immediately wanted to cry but he held himself back. It was a hard stroke. Jack hadn’t asked him to count but Ianto did, automatically, count each stroke as it fell. It gave him something to focus on other than the throbbing of his cock and the heat and string in his bottom.
The strap was a lot like the belt but without significance and the association with punishment Ianto had with the belt. He only got the belt when there was something serious going on. He never got it for games.
Ten, Ianto thought as the strap came down again across his bottom. He whimpered as he felt it land right across his hot and sore sit spot. He clenched his feet to stop from wriggling away. Halfway there, halfway there.
The sound of the strap rang through the air and Ianto whimpered as the stingy leather strap came down across his bottom again and again. He fought not to thrust. His cock was rock hard against the pillows and he knew what he needed. He needed to feel Jack inside him.
On twenty, Jack laid down the strap and stepped away. Ianto, his whole bottom on fire, lay still and tried to slow his breathing. He knew what Jack was doing. After a ,moment, Jack, now naked, returned and his big hot hands stroked Ianto’s red hot buttocks. Then, his lubed finger was slipping inside and fingering him gently. Ianto held his breath and concentrated on the feelings of Jack stroking him.
Jack added more fingers. Ianto didn’t need much preparation. He was already so desperate. He pressed up into Jack’s fingers.
“Please, Jack,” he gasped.
Jack chuckled and withdrew his fingers. Ianto listened to the familiar sound of Jack stroking his own cock with lube. Ianto grinned. He was going to get fucked.
Jack straddled him and slid deep inside him in one, sure, deep movement. Ianto arched back into him and gasped as Jack began to fuck him hard, his body slapping against Ianto’s tender buttocks. Ianto moaned and whimpered at the pleasure shooting through his body.
Jack’s hands gripped him firmly by the hips as he pounded into him. Ianto pushed back into him, eager for more and more of Jack.
Jack gave it too him, thrusting deep and hard, his fingers bruising Ianto’s hips with delicious firmness. Ianto cried Jack’s name, his cock throbbing at the pleasure Jack was giving him. One hand left his hip and wrapped firmly around Ianto’s cock, wanking him in time with his brutal thrusts.
“Jack!” Ianto cried. “Please, Jack, more.”
Jack slapped his backside, thrust hard and squeezed his cock firmly. Ianto lost it, clenching and thrashing underneath Jack. He was barely aware of Jack’s orgasm rocking though him. He was barely aware of anything more than his own pleasure throbbing through his entire body. His head felt fuzzy and he collapsed in a cloud of pleasure.
Jack stroked his skin, running his hands down his back then over his red hot backside. He held Ianto for a moment, then pulled back. Ianto whimpered but Jack cleaned him up quickly, then joined him in bed.
Ianto’s pyjamas were still around his thighs and he felt strange with just his well-spanked bottom on display. He thought back to being in the corner, the anticipation of his spanking. Now, it had happened, it was even better. Jack made him feel such wonderful things. Sex was just sex but Jack had him, Jack gave him more than that and Ianto knew he returned all that Jack gave him.
Jack pulled the covers over them, pulled him close and held him. He placed his hand on Ianto’s bottom and rubbed.
“That was so hot,” he whispered. “You’re so hot.”
Ianto grinned, feeling right, there in Jack’s arms. “I knew you’d give it to me.”
Jack laughed. “And you took it, every single bit of it.” He kissed his cheek. “My naughty, naughty boy.”
Ianto smiled as he settled down to sleep in Jack’s arms. The anticipation really was worth it.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Ratings: Adult - spanking, sex
Spoilers: Nothing major
Summary: Is the anticipation worth it?
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Been a while since I’ve written a good spanking, so here it is! Comments please!
Ianto stood in the corner, watching the wall. He focused on it, trying to focus on just standing there, hands on his head and waiting. He just had to wait. He didn’t have to think about what was going to happen later but he couldn’t stop.
Jack had put him in the corner and left. Ianto didn’t know when he was to return, only that when he did, Ianto would be getting dealt with. He wanted it to happen already, and he wanted to put it off. He wriggled in his corner. He felt naughty but at the same time safe. He knew that Jack was there. When he was naughty, he was punished. He delighted and felt thrills going through him at that knowledge.
Ianto heard his front door opening. He took a deep breath. Soon, Jack would be coming in here, taking him over his lap and spanking him. He shuddered as that word went through his head. It was both thrilling and terrifying.
The bedroom door opened but there was no hand on his hip, releasing him from his position. Instead, Jack moved around the room, leaving Ianto to guess what he was doing. Ianto got more nervous with every moment. Jack was collecting items from around the room and placing them somewhere.
Ianto wished he’d just get on with it but no, not yet. It was too soon. When Jack pulled him over his knee, it would hurt. But then, it would also feel good. It would feel all hot and throbbing and he’d want to thrust into Jack’s lap and Jack would let him, just spank him all the harder at the same time.
His cock throbbed in his pants as he felt Jack still and turn to look at him. He would be here afterwards too, being watched as he had to stand there with his well-spanked bottom on display. He would be hard then too.
“Well, it’s time for a very naughty boy to be dealt with, isn’t it?” Jack said.
Ianto sniffed. “Yes, Sir.”
“Turn around.”
Ianto turned and found himself facing Jack. Jack fixed him with a firm look. “You’ve been very naughty, Ianto, haven’t you?”
Ianto swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”
Jack sat down on the bed and beckoned to Ianto. “Come here.”
Slowly, Ianto stepped closer. Even though he was still in his full suit, he felt very young and vulnerable, like he was naked already.
As soon as Ianto was in reach, Jack grasped hold of Ianto’s hips and tugged him closer. Without preamble, he began to undo Ianto’s belt and trousers.
“You’ve been naughty and you need to be punished.” He pushed down Ianto’s trousers, leaving him feeling even more vulnerable. “You deserve to be punished, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir. I need to be punished.”
Jack looked up and fixed Ianto with the sternest look Ianto had ever seen. “You’re getting a spanking right now.” He grasped Ianto by the wrist and guided him over his lap. Ianto found himself with his legs pinned and his head down by Jack’s feet. His bottom was upturned over Jack’s lap, ready for him to get his spanking.
Ianto was given no time to prepare himself. Jack’s hand raised and came down with a sharp smack across his briefs. Ianto whimpered as he felt his skin immediately begin to get hot as Jack launched into his spanking. Jack knew how to spank him. It was hard and firm and unyielding, yet he was held close during the whole thing. He could feel Jack’s heat and softness through the whole thing. It was what he needed.
Ianto managed not to cry out too much or wriggle or plead. That was until Jack picked up the hairbrush and began to smack it across Ianto’s briefs.
“Ow!” He wriggled, trying to arch on Jack’s lap. Jack ignored him, keeping his free hand on Ianto’s back. Ianto was glad to have it there, even though Jack’s other hand was making his bottom all hot and tender.
“Ow, it hurts, it hurts,” he gasped, tears in his eyes.
“You’re being punished, young man. It needs to hurt.” He brought the hairbrush down two more times hard across Ianto’s briefs, then stopped.
Ianto knew better than to think this would be it. Jack hooked his fingers in the waistband of Ianto’s briefs and tugged them down with one swift movement. Ianto whimpered as he felt the cool air across his hot backside. Jack began the spanking again, with hard ringing slaps.
Ianto began arching and wriggling and complaining as hard as he could. Jack stopped. “I think you need to lose these clothes, young man, remember that you need to submit to your punishment. Stand up.”
Ianto struggled to his feet and the next thing he knew, Jack was undressing him. He took everything off except for his briefs, which he left around Ianto’s thighs. Naked, Ianto was tugged back over Jack’s knee.
Ianto’s cock was fully hard and hanging down between Jack’s thighs. There was nothing he could do to relieve it so he tried to ignore it but as Jack spanked him with his hand and his bottom got hotter, his cock got harder.
“Ow, ow, please. I’m sorry.”
Jack picked up the hairbrush again. “I must correct you when you’re naughty.”
Ianto felt his cock throb at those words. Then Jack brought the hairbrush down across his bare cheeks. It was fake, it was all fake, a game but over Jack’s knee, with him spanking him and saying things like that, it all felt so real and so fucking good.
Jack was making his bottom go hot and throbbing all over. That hairbrush, that damn hairbrush.
“You naughty, naughty boy,” Jack scolded and Ianto felt himself beginning to thrust against Jack’s lap. Jack spanked him twice more with the hairbrush then stopped. Ianto whimpered. He actually didn’t want it to stop.
“Stand up.”
Ianto stood up, wriggling to stop from himself from reaching back to rub his bottom. Jack stood and took hold of his shoulders. With a firm grip, he led him back over to the corner.
“Hands on your head.”
Ianto did as he was told and felt Jack’s eyes running over him. His face flushed under the attention. Jack pushed Ianto’s briefs down the rest of the way and got Ianto to step out of them.
Then he pulled away and Ianto heard him doing something else. When he returned to Ianto, he was still firm.
“Pyjamas. Put them on.” He pressed the pyjamas into Ianto’s tummy and Ianto got dressed. What was Jack up to?
Ianto found himself being led over to the bed. The pillows had been piled in the middle of the bed and the covers pulled back.
Jack took Ianto’s pyjama bottoms down to his thighs and smacked his bare bottom again. “Over the pillows.”
Ianto got up on the bed and placed himself over the pillows, so his bottom was sticking up.
“What do you think then, Ianto? Do you think you’ve been spanked enough?”
Ianto shook his head. “No.” He sniffed. “Not yet.”
Jack chuckled. “Good answer.” He patted Ianto’s bottom. “You’ve got a choice to make, young man. You’re to either get a full spanking with this wooden spoon or you can get twenty hard strokes with this strap.”
Ianto turned his head and looked at the strap. It was two prongs of leather attached to a handle. It looked like it would hurt more than the belt but not be so official.
“What do you think then, Ianto?”
Ianto wriggled. “I don’t know how to choose,” he whined. He wanted Jack to choose, to decide what he deserved. “Don’t wanna, it’s not fair.”
Jack placed a hand on the small of his back and leaned in close. “Then I guess you need to get both, huh?”
Ianto shivered with fear and pleasure. Jack was really going to give it to him good. “Yes, Sir,” he said.
Jack’s hand withdrew from Ianto’s back. Ianto held his breath. He knew Jack was fetching the wooden spoon. He was to be getting a full spanking with the wooden spoon, whatever that meant. He was scared and excited. If Jack promised him a full spanking, it would hurt and feel so good at the same time.
He felt the bed dip as Jack sat down in position beside him. He placed a strong arm over Ianto’s back and Ianto knew he was in the perfect position to give him a good sound spanking. Jack rubbed the wooden spoon over Ianto’s warm buttocks.
“What do naughty boys get, Ianto?” he asked firmly.
Ianto wriggled. “Smacked,” he mumbled.
Jack smacked him hard with the wooden spoon. Ianto whimpered at the sting. “What?” he asked. “Tell me what they get.”
Ianto wriggled more. “They get smacked bottoms,” he said.
Jack gave him a few more with the spoon, hard and fast, to demonstrate. “Yes, they do. They get a good hard spanking, don’t they boy?” He continued to spank Ianto’s bottom with the spoon as he waited for him to answer.
“Yes, Sir!” Ianto said. “They get a good hard spanking.”
Just saying the words made Ianto’s cock throb, never mind what Jack was doing to his backside. Ianto tried not to think about his erection and to just concentrate on the delicious throbbing Jack was causing in his bottom.
Jack didn’t give him any pauses in the spanking. He just brought that spoon down over and over on his bottom, one buttock at a time. Ianto couldn’t keep still. He jerked and wriggled and pleaded but no matter what he couldn’t escape that spoon smacking his bottom.
“Ow, ow, please, I’m sorry! I’ll be good!” he cried.
Jack always knew what to say and, as he spanked, he lectured. “You naughty, naughty boy. You deserve this bottom-warming, don’t you? My naughty boy.”
Jack’s words went straight to Ianto’s cock and he fought not to thrust against the pillows. Jack just kept on spanking him with that wooden spoon and Ianto’s bottom was on fire.
Finally, Jack laid down the spoon and ran his large, strong hands soothingly over Ianto’s bottom. Ianto murmured contentedly at the combination of the heat and soreness with Jack’s firm gentleness. He still wanted more.
Jack leaned over and kissed the back of his head. “You took that spanking well but it’s time for your strapping now. You need to be a good boy and stay still.”
Ianto wriggled and whimpered.
Jack smacked his bottom with his hand. “You need to stay still and not cry. I’m expecting you to take this well, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Jack patted his bottom. “Good boy.” He pulled away and Ianto heard him swishing the strap through the air.
Ianto shuddered. He’d never ever had the strap before. He didn’t know what it would be like. He didn’t even know where Jack had got it from. Jack seemed to have a never-ending supply of toys, some of which Ianto had never even heard of before. He was scared but the fear thudded in his chest and made his cock throb.
Twenty hard strokes. That was what Jack had said. Hard. How hard was hard? Ianto was determined to take whatever Jack had to dish out. He always did. He’d never stopped a spanking. Jack seemed to know how much he could take. Sometimes Ianto was pushed right to the edge but never past his own limits.
Jack’s hand stroked his back. “How many did I say?”
Ianto squirmed. “Twenty strokes, Sir.”
“Twenty hard strokes, wasn’t it?”
Ianto bit his lip. “Yes, Sir.”
“Then that’s what you’re going to get.” He pressed firmly to Ianto’s back. “You can take this,” he murmured and Ianto took a deep, calming breath.
Jack raised the strap and Ianto forced himself to keep breathing. The leather struck him with a deep sting. Ianto immediately wanted to cry but he held himself back. It was a hard stroke. Jack hadn’t asked him to count but Ianto did, automatically, count each stroke as it fell. It gave him something to focus on other than the throbbing of his cock and the heat and string in his bottom.
The strap was a lot like the belt but without significance and the association with punishment Ianto had with the belt. He only got the belt when there was something serious going on. He never got it for games.
Ten, Ianto thought as the strap came down again across his bottom. He whimpered as he felt it land right across his hot and sore sit spot. He clenched his feet to stop from wriggling away. Halfway there, halfway there.
The sound of the strap rang through the air and Ianto whimpered as the stingy leather strap came down across his bottom again and again. He fought not to thrust. His cock was rock hard against the pillows and he knew what he needed. He needed to feel Jack inside him.
On twenty, Jack laid down the strap and stepped away. Ianto, his whole bottom on fire, lay still and tried to slow his breathing. He knew what Jack was doing. After a ,moment, Jack, now naked, returned and his big hot hands stroked Ianto’s red hot buttocks. Then, his lubed finger was slipping inside and fingering him gently. Ianto held his breath and concentrated on the feelings of Jack stroking him.
Jack added more fingers. Ianto didn’t need much preparation. He was already so desperate. He pressed up into Jack’s fingers.
“Please, Jack,” he gasped.
Jack chuckled and withdrew his fingers. Ianto listened to the familiar sound of Jack stroking his own cock with lube. Ianto grinned. He was going to get fucked.
Jack straddled him and slid deep inside him in one, sure, deep movement. Ianto arched back into him and gasped as Jack began to fuck him hard, his body slapping against Ianto’s tender buttocks. Ianto moaned and whimpered at the pleasure shooting through his body.
Jack’s hands gripped him firmly by the hips as he pounded into him. Ianto pushed back into him, eager for more and more of Jack.
Jack gave it too him, thrusting deep and hard, his fingers bruising Ianto’s hips with delicious firmness. Ianto cried Jack’s name, his cock throbbing at the pleasure Jack was giving him. One hand left his hip and wrapped firmly around Ianto’s cock, wanking him in time with his brutal thrusts.
“Jack!” Ianto cried. “Please, Jack, more.”
Jack slapped his backside, thrust hard and squeezed his cock firmly. Ianto lost it, clenching and thrashing underneath Jack. He was barely aware of Jack’s orgasm rocking though him. He was barely aware of anything more than his own pleasure throbbing through his entire body. His head felt fuzzy and he collapsed in a cloud of pleasure.
Jack stroked his skin, running his hands down his back then over his red hot backside. He held Ianto for a moment, then pulled back. Ianto whimpered but Jack cleaned him up quickly, then joined him in bed.
Ianto’s pyjamas were still around his thighs and he felt strange with just his well-spanked bottom on display. He thought back to being in the corner, the anticipation of his spanking. Now, it had happened, it was even better. Jack made him feel such wonderful things. Sex was just sex but Jack had him, Jack gave him more than that and Ianto knew he returned all that Jack gave him.
Jack pulled the covers over them, pulled him close and held him. He placed his hand on Ianto’s bottom and rubbed.
“That was so hot,” he whispered. “You’re so hot.”
Ianto grinned, feeling right, there in Jack’s arms. “I knew you’d give it to me.”
Jack laughed. “And you took it, every single bit of it.” He kissed his cheek. “My naughty, naughty boy.”
Ianto smiled as he settled down to sleep in Jack’s arms. The anticipation really was worth it.