A Lesson in Office Politics
Title: A Lesson in Office Politics (1/1)
Characters: Jack & Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Summary: Jack needs a refresher regarding proper use of office equipment.
A/N: Just a little contribution to Smut Sunday. How could I not?
"Ianto! Please?" Jack gasped and arched his back. "I'm sorry! I'll never do it again, I promise!" Jack tried to flex his arms but Ianto's knots, like most things he did, were good.
Ianto smiled as he placed a kiss on Jack's throat, "Now for some reason, I just don't believe you Jack. I wonder why that is?" Ianto pinched another bit of flesh from Jack's side and let the binder clip capture the skin. At Jack's hitched breath, Ianto grinned and carefully ran his hands along the parallel lines of clips running from Jack's armpits to waist. "How many times have you told me that Jack, how many times?" Ianto closed his lips around one of Jack's nipples and began suckling, first slowly, then faster bringing more blood to the surface and constricting it into a hard peak before releasing it with a pop. "No Jack, I don't think you've learned yet." Ianto grabbed a smaller clip and quickly snapped it on the erect nipple. He smirked as Jack let out a squeak and quickly brought the other nipple to a point and attached another clip.
Ianto paused to look at his creation; Jack looked amazing spread eagle, his wrists and ankles bound to the chair. The binder clips grasped the skin just tight enough to hurt, but not so tight that they would break skin; the strips of sellotape running down the center of Jack's chest only puckered slightly from the sweat gathering there. Ianto licked his lips as he looked at the Jack's weeping erection standing out dark purple because of the elastic bands he used as a makeshift cock ring. He took a moment to come to a decision, then nodded and reached for several of the smallest clips. "You need to learn Jack, if you can't curb these urges then we'll just have to try aversion therapy." Ianto gathered a pinch of skin from the underside of Jack's erection and quickly attached the clip, and repeated it down to the base. From Jack's sudden tensing and groan, it would appear this had his attention. Ianto seated himself on Jack's lap and rested his mouth against Jack's ear enjoying the sound of Jack's quickened breath and pounding heart. He reached carefully for Jack's captured balls and pinched a small bit of skin and clicked one last clip in place. Before Jack could howl at the sensation, Ianto covered his mouth with his own and began running his tongue over Jack's teeth and palate.
When the groans shifted to whimpers, Ianto released his mouth and looked into Jack's eyes. "Please." Ianto could almost believe the need in Jack's voice; but the lesson wasn't complete.
"Time to learn Jack." Ianto slid down onto his knees, resting his forearms on Jack's thighs. Extending just the tip of his tongue, he gently began to run it within the confines of Jack's foreskin. Taking just the tip of Jack's erection in his mouth, Ianto looked up with an evil smirk and sucked hard as he popped the highest clip off. He quickly pressed his arm across Jack's stomach to keep him from arching forward as he slid a little lower on Jack's cock; each time releasing another clip until he had taken Jack's entire length. Pulling off, with just a bit of teeth grazing, Ianto finally released the last clip from Jack's balls. As he built up a slow leisurely pace, Ianto slid his hand up Jack's chest, and popped one, then the other clip from Jack's nipples.
"Ianto, I." Jack gasped at the sensations. Ianto could feel how close Jack was getting, but he was being frustrated by the elastics. Ianto quickened his pace, randomly releasing a clip as he went enjoying the gasps and incoherent babbling issuing from Jack's mouth.
Ianto's jaw was starting to ache from the effort, and Jack's total inability to form words let him know it was time. He carefully reached for the plastic cutter and slipped it underneath the elastics then reached up Jack's chest to the sellotape. With a final plunge, his nose buried against Jack's pubic bone, Ianto cut the elastics and yanked the sellotape in one pull. The sting of the ripping tape, together with the snap of the elastics freeing his erection was all Jack needed as his orgasm wracked him from head to toe. Ianto worked Jack's orgasm until nothing was left, and slowly let his softening penis fall from his mouth.
Ianto pulled the bonds free from Jack's ankles and wrists before sitting down in Jack's lap. Kissing him deeply, so Jack could share in the taste of his own release; Ianto slowly pulled away to look into Jack's eyes.
"Jack. What have we learned today?" Ianto waited patiently for Jack's muzzy brain to process the question and formulate an answer. He mumbled something as he rested his forehead on Ianto's chest. "I didn't quite catch that Jack. You need to speak louder." Ianto took Jack's head in his hand and held it so they could look into each other's eyes.
Jack licked his lips slowly before answering, "That if I want to photocopy my butt; I shouldn't use the default email setting on the copier."
Ianto gave him a kiss, "that's right. Especially since it automatically sends a copy to the PM's office."
Characters: Jack & Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Summary: Jack needs a refresher regarding proper use of office equipment.
A/N: Just a little contribution to Smut Sunday. How could I not?
"Ianto! Please?" Jack gasped and arched his back. "I'm sorry! I'll never do it again, I promise!" Jack tried to flex his arms but Ianto's knots, like most things he did, were good.
Ianto smiled as he placed a kiss on Jack's throat, "Now for some reason, I just don't believe you Jack. I wonder why that is?" Ianto pinched another bit of flesh from Jack's side and let the binder clip capture the skin. At Jack's hitched breath, Ianto grinned and carefully ran his hands along the parallel lines of clips running from Jack's armpits to waist. "How many times have you told me that Jack, how many times?" Ianto closed his lips around one of Jack's nipples and began suckling, first slowly, then faster bringing more blood to the surface and constricting it into a hard peak before releasing it with a pop. "No Jack, I don't think you've learned yet." Ianto grabbed a smaller clip and quickly snapped it on the erect nipple. He smirked as Jack let out a squeak and quickly brought the other nipple to a point and attached another clip.
Ianto paused to look at his creation; Jack looked amazing spread eagle, his wrists and ankles bound to the chair. The binder clips grasped the skin just tight enough to hurt, but not so tight that they would break skin; the strips of sellotape running down the center of Jack's chest only puckered slightly from the sweat gathering there. Ianto licked his lips as he looked at the Jack's weeping erection standing out dark purple because of the elastic bands he used as a makeshift cock ring. He took a moment to come to a decision, then nodded and reached for several of the smallest clips. "You need to learn Jack, if you can't curb these urges then we'll just have to try aversion therapy." Ianto gathered a pinch of skin from the underside of Jack's erection and quickly attached the clip, and repeated it down to the base. From Jack's sudden tensing and groan, it would appear this had his attention. Ianto seated himself on Jack's lap and rested his mouth against Jack's ear enjoying the sound of Jack's quickened breath and pounding heart. He reached carefully for Jack's captured balls and pinched a small bit of skin and clicked one last clip in place. Before Jack could howl at the sensation, Ianto covered his mouth with his own and began running his tongue over Jack's teeth and palate.
When the groans shifted to whimpers, Ianto released his mouth and looked into Jack's eyes. "Please." Ianto could almost believe the need in Jack's voice; but the lesson wasn't complete.
"Time to learn Jack." Ianto slid down onto his knees, resting his forearms on Jack's thighs. Extending just the tip of his tongue, he gently began to run it within the confines of Jack's foreskin. Taking just the tip of Jack's erection in his mouth, Ianto looked up with an evil smirk and sucked hard as he popped the highest clip off. He quickly pressed his arm across Jack's stomach to keep him from arching forward as he slid a little lower on Jack's cock; each time releasing another clip until he had taken Jack's entire length. Pulling off, with just a bit of teeth grazing, Ianto finally released the last clip from Jack's balls. As he built up a slow leisurely pace, Ianto slid his hand up Jack's chest, and popped one, then the other clip from Jack's nipples.
"Ianto, I." Jack gasped at the sensations. Ianto could feel how close Jack was getting, but he was being frustrated by the elastics. Ianto quickened his pace, randomly releasing a clip as he went enjoying the gasps and incoherent babbling issuing from Jack's mouth.
Ianto's jaw was starting to ache from the effort, and Jack's total inability to form words let him know it was time. He carefully reached for the plastic cutter and slipped it underneath the elastics then reached up Jack's chest to the sellotape. With a final plunge, his nose buried against Jack's pubic bone, Ianto cut the elastics and yanked the sellotape in one pull. The sting of the ripping tape, together with the snap of the elastics freeing his erection was all Jack needed as his orgasm wracked him from head to toe. Ianto worked Jack's orgasm until nothing was left, and slowly let his softening penis fall from his mouth.
Ianto pulled the bonds free from Jack's ankles and wrists before sitting down in Jack's lap. Kissing him deeply, so Jack could share in the taste of his own release; Ianto slowly pulled away to look into Jack's eyes.
"Jack. What have we learned today?" Ianto waited patiently for Jack's muzzy brain to process the question and formulate an answer. He mumbled something as he rested his forehead on Ianto's chest. "I didn't quite catch that Jack. You need to speak louder." Ianto took Jack's head in his hand and held it so they could look into each other's eyes.
Jack licked his lips slowly before answering, "That if I want to photocopy my butt; I shouldn't use the default email setting on the copier."
Ianto gave him a kiss, "that's right. Especially since it automatically sends a copy to the PM's office."