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Title: Collared
Author: mad_jaks
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Genre: Ficlet, light BDSM,
Rating: PG
Prompt: Icon prompt for lizz_112 who wanted one for 'Neck', and I quote: Crack and smut and fluff = bonus points. Happy Birthday sweetie - sorry it's late.
Summary: Crack!
Disclaimer: Not mine - making no money
Word count 115 - unbeta'd feel free to fix me
AND After I pretty much dared her in comments, sistercarrion wrote them all light and deliciously fluffy, with Jack on a leash here
Now with Timestamp response Point of Incidence, set ten minutes later.
Collared
It hadn't taken Jack long to realise exactly how obsessed with his neck Ianto was, he'd felt him looking long before he'd been able to catch him at it.
Hours - weeks - of sustained attention: lips, tongue, teeth, hands - circling and pressing - later it had really come as no surprise when Ianto had voiced his wish to see him in a collar.
That Ianto's vision stretched to him wearing the sort of diamanté encrusted article more suited to a society princess's pet poodle leaves him breathless.
Fingers buckling him into it - more deftly than Jack could ever have hoped for - Ianto smothers Jack's gasp of disbelief with his mouth before leading him to the bed.
Author: mad_jaks
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Genre: Ficlet, light BDSM,
Rating: PG
Prompt: Icon prompt for lizz_112 who wanted one for 'Neck', and I quote: Crack and smut and fluff = bonus points. Happy Birthday sweetie - sorry it's late.
Summary: Crack!
Disclaimer: Not mine - making no money
Word count 115 - unbeta'd feel free to fix me
AND After I pretty much dared her in comments, sistercarrion wrote them all light and deliciously fluffy, with Jack on a leash here
Now with Timestamp response Point of Incidence, set ten minutes later.
Collared
It hadn't taken Jack long to realise exactly how obsessed with his neck Ianto was, he'd felt him looking long before he'd been able to catch him at it.
Hours - weeks - of sustained attention: lips, tongue, teeth, hands - circling and pressing - later it had really come as no surprise when Ianto had voiced his wish to see him in a collar.
That Ianto's vision stretched to him wearing the sort of diamanté encrusted article more suited to a society princess's pet poodle leaves him breathless.
Fingers buckling him into it - more deftly than Jack could ever have hoped for - Ianto smothers Jack's gasp of disbelief with his mouth before leading him to the bed.