We could have DIED NC-17guiltyreasonsApril 17 2009, 19:22:06 UTC
Adrenaline makes hands shake which was a real bother right now. Ianto was trying to get Jack's pants undone, but struggled with shaking fingers. Jack pushed his hands away and did it himself, his lips never leaving Ianto's.
Jack was pinned to a wall by all of Ianto's weight and the other man was already naked and fully erect. With the removal of Jack's pants he was finally naked too.
Ianto broke the kiss to pant and stare up at Jack. His hands ran over the other man's face and Jack couldn't take it. He captured those beautiful lips again and enlightened another desperate kiss. He pushed Ianto back and he stumbled right against Jack's desk. With all the grace of a dancer Jack swung them around so that it was his ass pressed against the desk. He sat down on it and put his feet at either edge.
"I don't wanna deal with lube. I just want you in me," Jack said between broken kisses. Ianto nodded not stopping the kisses. His hand went down grabbing himself and aiming for Jack's puckered hole. He thrust once, but there was just too much resistance. It took three tries before he was actually buried inside of his lover.
"Oh god," Jack gasped in a perfect mix of pain and pleasure. His head arched back and his body went forward. Ianto let a whimper as he felt himself taken in to the hilt.
"I love you," Ianto said tears brimming in his eyes as he kissed up and down Jack's chest.
"I love you, I just love you," Jack said.
Ever the impatient bottom he started thrusting his hips. He pulled back until Ianto was almost out of him and than dove back down. All Ianto could do was stay still and moan for his devious captain.
The speed only intensified when Jack remembered today. The sound of a gunshot, the sight of Ianto going down, the smell of vaporized blood, the taste of loss and the feeling of his heart breaking into twenty pieces. He'd never forget that scene, that moment. One day, it might be real, one day Ianto might not get up with a smirk on his face as he peels off his Kevlar vest.
It didn't happen today though. Ianto was still here with him. They were one in a glorious way and it felt so good. It put his heart back together with each thrust. He felt alive again and it was due to the fact he knew Ianto was alive. Alive and moaning, no better state of being.
He grabbed onto the back of Ianto's head and held it there was Ianto started suckling a hard nipple. Jack's eager thrusts were being met now and Ianto was making his adorable panting/cooing sounds that meant he was about to cum. His hand wrapped around Jack's cock giving him that last bit of friction he needed.
Jack didn't know if they came at the same time, but what did that matter? They orgasmed for each other. A perfect moment won out of need and necessity.
Jack felt his own seed spraying on his chest and Ianto exploding deep inside of him. How could something so amazing be so sticky? He thought ruefully as he slowly came off the high.
Ianto slipped out of him and Jack crawled onto his own desk not caring about paper work or pens. Ianto, normally the neat freak, climbed right up next to him and put his head on his chest. Both man lay there panting and sticky. It was the perfect end to a day that should have ended in a funeral home.
Jack was pinned to a wall by all of Ianto's weight and the other man was already naked and fully erect. With the removal of Jack's pants he was finally naked too.
Ianto broke the kiss to pant and stare up at Jack. His hands ran over the other man's face and Jack couldn't take it. He captured those beautiful lips again and enlightened another desperate kiss. He pushed Ianto back and he stumbled right against Jack's desk. With all the grace of a dancer Jack swung them around so that it was his ass pressed against the desk. He sat down on it and put his feet at either edge.
"I don't wanna deal with lube. I just want you in me," Jack said between broken kisses. Ianto nodded not stopping the kisses. His hand went down grabbing himself and aiming for Jack's puckered hole. He thrust once, but there was just too much resistance. It took three tries before he was actually buried inside of his lover.
"Oh god," Jack gasped in a perfect mix of pain and pleasure. His head arched back and his body went forward. Ianto let a whimper as he felt himself taken in to the hilt.
"I love you," Ianto said tears brimming in his eyes as he kissed up and down Jack's chest.
"I love you, I just love you," Jack said.
Ever the impatient bottom he started thrusting his hips. He pulled back until Ianto was almost out of him and than dove back down. All Ianto could do was stay still and moan for his devious captain.
The speed only intensified when Jack remembered today. The sound of a gunshot, the sight of Ianto going down, the smell of vaporized blood, the taste of loss and the feeling of his heart breaking into twenty pieces. He'd never forget that scene, that moment. One day, it might be real, one day Ianto might not get up with a smirk on his face as he peels off his Kevlar vest.
It didn't happen today though. Ianto was still here with him. They were one in a glorious way and it felt so good. It put his heart back together with each thrust. He felt alive again and it was due to the fact he knew Ianto was alive. Alive and moaning, no better state of being.
He grabbed onto the back of Ianto's head and held it there was Ianto started suckling a hard nipple. Jack's eager thrusts were being met now and Ianto was making his adorable panting/cooing sounds that meant he was about to cum. His hand wrapped around Jack's cock giving him that last bit of friction he needed.
Jack didn't know if they came at the same time, but what did that matter? They orgasmed for each other. A perfect moment won out of need and necessity.
Jack felt his own seed spraying on his chest and Ianto exploding deep inside of him. How could something so amazing be so sticky? He thought ruefully as he slowly came off the high.
Ianto slipped out of him and Jack crawled onto his own desk not caring about paper work or pens. Ianto, normally the neat freak, climbed right up next to him and put his head on his chest. Both man lay there panting and sticky. It was the perfect end to a day that should have ended in a funeral home.
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