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Title: Do I Disappoint You - Part 2
Pairing: Ianto, Jack, Dylan (OMC) and Matthew (OMC)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: BDSM
Ianto had his arm around Dylan as they left the cab, and headed into the club. Their minds on each other and their expectations for the evening ahead they didn't see the tall figure in a greatcoat crossing the road in the darkness. He couldn't help but notice them, always alert, he paused and watched the two men, a myriad of emotions crossing his face but mainly it was a mixture of curiosity, envy and frustration. His eyes widened as it suddenly occurred to him which building the pair were heading in to. He'd never realised about that side of Ianto.
It had been some time since they had been to Clarion, a highly exclusive members-only club. It was somewhere the two men knew the could find a partner for the night in complete safety and security
The two men had soon made themselves comfortable at the bar. Ianto found himself slipping into a submissive state naturally, just by being there. He watched the other people. Subs, Doms, some obviously couples, others clearly not.
Dylan quickly noticed a dark haired body builder type Dom. The blonde was so predictable Ianto smiled to himself he always went for partners’ that were his complete opposite.
He turned to his friend gently running a finger down the blonde’s cheek he gave him a quick kiss.
“Go, enjoy.”
Dylan grinned and licked his lips.
“I intend to.”
Alone at the bar Ianto suddenly felt a shiver of isolation. Twisting around to pick up his drink he caught a flash of blue eyes. He sipped his drink and looked at the blue eyed man. Uncollared, he just screamed powerful Dominant. High sculpted cheekbones and fair, highlighted hair packaged a very attractive man. In some way’s he reminded him of Jack, which was probably why he’d noticed him, but he was different in more ways than he was similar which was good. Tonight he wanted his mind off Jack.
The Dom met his eyes across the distance between them. They raked down Ianto’s body like a physical touch, making him look down demurely.
“Did you like what you saw little one,” the cut glass English vowels soothed his mind. So different to the American drawl he was used to.
“Yes Sir,” he replied confidently. It was reassuring how easily he was able to settle into his role.
A large cool hand cupped his chin, and bright blue eyes held his own paler ones.
“My name’s Matthew, but you’ll call me Sir.”
Ianto smiled up at him.
“I’m Ianto, Sir.”
Matthew pulled a slim, black leather leash out of his pocket and swiftly clipped it to the D ring on the front of Ianto’s collar.
Some time later Ianto was securely fastened by his wrists and ankles to a hook and floor fastenings.
He felt so exposed, and with it such release. Knowing that nothing he said or did would pass the four walls of the room, unless it affected his safety gave him a freedom to express himself that he didn’t get anywhere else now. Even Dylan couldn’t really get through to him these days.
Blindfolded, as he was, all he could do was listen for the soft, heavy footfalls of the Dom, and await the feeling of the movement of air.
This one was good he thought. He’d read him right, gradually bringing him up the peak of arousal and letting him down again, keeping him on the edge, so that he didn’t know when how where he would fall. The perfect combination of pleasure and cutting pain drawing him up to this point where his ringed cock was hot, and hard and leaking and his mind was in that perfect safe place that Submissives went to.
He barely felt the soft touch of the flogger across the top of his shoulders as the Dom looped it gently round the front of his neck.
The hard taught, body pressed up against his sore red back and buttocks the raw demand of Matthew’s cock, pressing up against his abused asshole.
“Do you want to be fucked little one, am I going to let you have my cock, up that tight sweet ass of yours,” he whispered into Ianto’s ear
Thinking he was holding on to a veneer of coherence, it was all the Sub could do to reply.
“Please, please fuck me Jack.”
Matthew gave a harsh brutal laugh, it wasn’t like he’d known. He had recognised the look in Ianto’s eyes when he’d seen him in the bar at the start of the evening.
So Ianto was fucked, roughly, but not by Jack.
Later the Dom laid him gently on the bed, and cleaned him off. Covering the young man, he sat down beside him.
“Ianto,” he stroked the Welshman’s face, and waited.
Pale eyes looked up, watching with guilt and gratefulness warring for domination.
“Don’t worry, I knew something. Not exactly what was bothering you but I’ve been doing this for long enough to know that something was up.” He paused, making sure that he still had the young man’s attention.
“Tell him, and make sure you tell him soon. He could be a very lucky man.” He smiled gently.
Ianto’s eyes flooded with tears at the shining teeth and blue eyes, so like Jack’s.
The Dom placed a soft kiss on the young mans’ lips, and then he left. Leaving a message for the Sub’s friend at the front desk, before he went home.
Pairing: Ianto, Jack, Dylan (OMC) and Matthew (OMC)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: BDSM
Ianto had his arm around Dylan as they left the cab, and headed into the club. Their minds on each other and their expectations for the evening ahead they didn't see the tall figure in a greatcoat crossing the road in the darkness. He couldn't help but notice them, always alert, he paused and watched the two men, a myriad of emotions crossing his face but mainly it was a mixture of curiosity, envy and frustration. His eyes widened as it suddenly occurred to him which building the pair were heading in to. He'd never realised about that side of Ianto.
It had been some time since they had been to Clarion, a highly exclusive members-only club. It was somewhere the two men knew the could find a partner for the night in complete safety and security
The two men had soon made themselves comfortable at the bar. Ianto found himself slipping into a submissive state naturally, just by being there. He watched the other people. Subs, Doms, some obviously couples, others clearly not.
Dylan quickly noticed a dark haired body builder type Dom. The blonde was so predictable Ianto smiled to himself he always went for partners’ that were his complete opposite.
He turned to his friend gently running a finger down the blonde’s cheek he gave him a quick kiss.
“Go, enjoy.”
Dylan grinned and licked his lips.
“I intend to.”
Alone at the bar Ianto suddenly felt a shiver of isolation. Twisting around to pick up his drink he caught a flash of blue eyes. He sipped his drink and looked at the blue eyed man. Uncollared, he just screamed powerful Dominant. High sculpted cheekbones and fair, highlighted hair packaged a very attractive man. In some way’s he reminded him of Jack, which was probably why he’d noticed him, but he was different in more ways than he was similar which was good. Tonight he wanted his mind off Jack.
The Dom met his eyes across the distance between them. They raked down Ianto’s body like a physical touch, making him look down demurely.
“Did you like what you saw little one,” the cut glass English vowels soothed his mind. So different to the American drawl he was used to.
“Yes Sir,” he replied confidently. It was reassuring how easily he was able to settle into his role.
A large cool hand cupped his chin, and bright blue eyes held his own paler ones.
“My name’s Matthew, but you’ll call me Sir.”
Ianto smiled up at him.
“I’m Ianto, Sir.”
Matthew pulled a slim, black leather leash out of his pocket and swiftly clipped it to the D ring on the front of Ianto’s collar.
Some time later Ianto was securely fastened by his wrists and ankles to a hook and floor fastenings.
He felt so exposed, and with it such release. Knowing that nothing he said or did would pass the four walls of the room, unless it affected his safety gave him a freedom to express himself that he didn’t get anywhere else now. Even Dylan couldn’t really get through to him these days.
Blindfolded, as he was, all he could do was listen for the soft, heavy footfalls of the Dom, and await the feeling of the movement of air.
This one was good he thought. He’d read him right, gradually bringing him up the peak of arousal and letting him down again, keeping him on the edge, so that he didn’t know when how where he would fall. The perfect combination of pleasure and cutting pain drawing him up to this point where his ringed cock was hot, and hard and leaking and his mind was in that perfect safe place that Submissives went to.
He barely felt the soft touch of the flogger across the top of his shoulders as the Dom looped it gently round the front of his neck.
The hard taught, body pressed up against his sore red back and buttocks the raw demand of Matthew’s cock, pressing up against his abused asshole.
“Do you want to be fucked little one, am I going to let you have my cock, up that tight sweet ass of yours,” he whispered into Ianto’s ear
Thinking he was holding on to a veneer of coherence, it was all the Sub could do to reply.
“Please, please fuck me Jack.”
Matthew gave a harsh brutal laugh, it wasn’t like he’d known. He had recognised the look in Ianto’s eyes when he’d seen him in the bar at the start of the evening.
So Ianto was fucked, roughly, but not by Jack.
Later the Dom laid him gently on the bed, and cleaned him off. Covering the young man, he sat down beside him.
“Ianto,” he stroked the Welshman’s face, and waited.
Pale eyes looked up, watching with guilt and gratefulness warring for domination.
“Don’t worry, I knew something. Not exactly what was bothering you but I’ve been doing this for long enough to know that something was up.” He paused, making sure that he still had the young man’s attention.
“Tell him, and make sure you tell him soon. He could be a very lucky man.” He smiled gently.
Ianto’s eyes flooded with tears at the shining teeth and blue eyes, so like Jack’s.
The Dom placed a soft kiss on the young mans’ lips, and then he left. Leaving a message for the Sub’s friend at the front desk, before he went home.