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Note to self: the word 'rectum' isn't sexy.
::quietly backspaces::
2,327 words so far. 75% done, I'd wager? Sorry it's taking so long. :/
ETA: I'm going to take a nap before work, and then I'll be at work, and then I might sleep again after work. Hopefully I'll have it posted by this time tomorrow, though. Soz! (Sorry)
Here's a teaser to make up for it somewhat:
NC-17, 299 words; I've snipped a bit so as not to give away the premise.
Tosh doesn't do anything and Jack holds himself tautly, belly flexing, until the silence draws out too long and he slides a glance at her. "What do you want me to do?" he says, irritated.
"You could be more polite," Tosh answers sourly.
"Call her 'Miss,'" says Ianto. He says it barely above a whisper but there's no other noise to cover it and now Tosh is looking at him, eyes startled, and Jack's blue slivers are glinting from the bed: half accusing, half agreeing. Ianto blinks rapidly. "I just think that would be-" he clears his throat quietly, hyper-aware of the weight of his jacket as he shifts. "Appropriate," he finishes, and looks at Jack because he's not sure of what he'll see if he looks at Tosh.
Jack is grinning. "'Miss'?" he says, hips rolling slightly like he's getting back into the saddle, and he is, because Jack isn't Jack unless he's going at life full gallop. [...] "Miss?" he says again, deferential, and this time he's asking the question properly: What do you want me to do? It's almost the same way that Ianto would say 'Sir?' in his first few months and he's embarrassed, suddenly, that he addressed Jack so frequently with a sex-coloured term and didn't realize it. Much.
"Ask me nicely," says Tosh. The tensile rod is back in her voice again, and Ianto feels like he should step away from her or step closer or find a comfortable spot to kneel in. He settles for standing still and tries to breathe.
"Please, Miss," says Jack, grin still pulling at the corners of his mouth. Behind his thigh Ianto can see the tip of his cock prodding out: dark-tipped, wet, quirking up and down. "Please fuck me," Jack adds, just to be saucy.
::quietly backspaces::
2,327 words so far. 75% done, I'd wager? Sorry it's taking so long. :/
ETA: I'm going to take a nap before work, and then I'll be at work, and then I might sleep again after work. Hopefully I'll have it posted by this time tomorrow, though. Soz! (Sorry)
Here's a teaser to make up for it somewhat:
NC-17, 299 words; I've snipped a bit so as not to give away the premise.
Tosh doesn't do anything and Jack holds himself tautly, belly flexing, until the silence draws out too long and he slides a glance at her. "What do you want me to do?" he says, irritated.
"You could be more polite," Tosh answers sourly.
"Call her 'Miss,'" says Ianto. He says it barely above a whisper but there's no other noise to cover it and now Tosh is looking at him, eyes startled, and Jack's blue slivers are glinting from the bed: half accusing, half agreeing. Ianto blinks rapidly. "I just think that would be-" he clears his throat quietly, hyper-aware of the weight of his jacket as he shifts. "Appropriate," he finishes, and looks at Jack because he's not sure of what he'll see if he looks at Tosh.
Jack is grinning. "'Miss'?" he says, hips rolling slightly like he's getting back into the saddle, and he is, because Jack isn't Jack unless he's going at life full gallop. [...] "Miss?" he says again, deferential, and this time he's asking the question properly: What do you want me to do? It's almost the same way that Ianto would say 'Sir?' in his first few months and he's embarrassed, suddenly, that he addressed Jack so frequently with a sex-coloured term and didn't realize it. Much.
"Ask me nicely," says Tosh. The tensile rod is back in her voice again, and Ianto feels like he should step away from her or step closer or find a comfortable spot to kneel in. He settles for standing still and tries to breathe.
"Please, Miss," says Jack, grin still pulling at the corners of his mouth. Behind his thigh Ianto can see the tip of his cock prodding out: dark-tipped, wet, quirking up and down. "Please fuck me," Jack adds, just to be saucy.