The Spy Who Loved Me Part Three
Jack grinned. Still sitting, he was also at the perfect level to see the bulge in Ianto’s crotch. He sat up on his knees and manoeuvred himself deeper between Ianto’s legs. Knowing what was coming, Ianto opened them wider and sat back slightly.
Jack’s eyes bored into Ianto’s as he expertly took the pulsing cock out of the suit trousers and ran his tongue all over the tip. Ianto tried not to make noises in too high a register as he fought the urge to fuck Jack’s face frantically.
Ianto looked at Jack adoringly. “You’ve been so bad,” purred Ianto, stroking Jack’s hair. Jack continued his ministrations but his eyes flashed up questioningly. “Very bad boy, Jack.” He smiled at Jack to re-assure him and Jack’s eyes returned to what he was doing.
Ianto ran his fingers through Jack’s hair. “Such a bad, bad boy,” he gasped. His admonishing words then gave way to light moans as Jack applied more pressure with his tongue. Ianto steadied himself and he found his speech again. “What am I going to do with you?”
Jack responded by relaxing his throat and taking Ianto all the way in, sucking in waves and nuzzling his head into Ianto’s crotch. Ianto continued to gently stroke his hair whilst rolling his hips against that hot mouth. His eyes had drifted closed but he opened them again to look down at that insolent, wicked boy. He turned him on so much, lapping at his crotch, intent on giving him pleasure. Ianto thrust forward involuntarily and tried to regain control. He was sure there was a smug grin on Jack’s face. He moved his hand to the back of Jack’s head and held it firmly, then shifted his weight so that Jack had to take him. Jack groaned as he felt Ianto take charge again, and then his mouth was being fucked, mercilessly.
It was all Jack could do to keep his head still and his mouth open as Ianto pounded him with just enough force for both of them. Ianto placed one gentle hand on Jack’s cheek, but the other hand began to pull Jack’s hair. Jack groaned very loudly this time. He gripped Ianto’s thighs and held on tight.
Ianto’s groans and thrusts were growing in volume in speed, but just as soon as Jack thought Ianto would climax, he pulled out. Jack stretched his jaw and blinked up at Ianto.
Immediately he was being seized and pulled up onto the bed on all fours. He received another stinging slap across both buttocks and braced himself for more. But none came. Instead, he was pushed further up the bed by Ianto, and felt his entrance being teased by a lubricated finger. He was panting with anticipation, and not to mention very hard again. The finger found its way inside him and Jack stopped breathing for a few seconds.
“I don’t want you to misbehave like this again, Jack,” said Ianto firmly, invading him with another finger. Jack bucked and cried out. He looked around. Ianto was still in his shirt and trousers, just his flies fully open and his rigid cock bobbing out proudly against the red shirt. His eyes were flaming. Jack gazed at him.
“You need to remember who you belong to,” warned Ianto.
The fingers withdrew and Jack got another smack. Jack immediately faced forwards and let out a whimper. He felt the head of his master’s cock at his entrance and flinched. He was about to get fucked into the middle of next week.
Soon enough, Ianto was sinking into him, picking up where Jack’s mouth had left off. He recaptured the rhythm and began to use Jack relentlessly, his loud groans filling the air. He pushed into Jack so hard that Jack had to put his hands against the wall to avoid banging his head. Jack moaned blissfully. He could feel the suit material on his thighs. Ianto was clothed, and he was completely naked. He was completely owned. He cried out.
Ianto brought up one hand and gently caressed Jack’s back, reminding him he was cared for. But then both hands flew to Jack’s hips, gripping urgently.
“Who do you belong to, Jack?” panted Ianto, still moving inside him.
“You!” groaned Jack. “You. I’m sorry... sir.”
The thrusts sped up and Jack thought he might pass out as Ianto screwed him into both the bed and the wall. And then Ianto was leaning on his back, arms wrapped around Jack’s torso for leverage as he flung himself furiously into that hot tightness. Jack knew it wouldn’t be long and he pushed himself back against Ianto’s punishing cock.
Ianto pounded into Jack over and over screaming out on each thrust. And then there was one final long scream and Jack felt that hot wetness shoot inside him. Ianto continued to shudder and jerk with aftershocks for several seconds before eventually rolling to one side and collapsing on the bed.
Jack felt like he’d turned to rock. His muscles ached. He remained on all fours and looked down at Ianto who was lying face up, breathing hard. He could feel his come trickling down his leg. He couldn’t help but roll his hips slightly. He felt so possessed. And it felt incredible. But now all he wanted to do was come.
Ianto must have heard his thoughts. He opened his eyes and smiled warmly at Jack before opening his arms wide.
“Come here, my naughty boy,” said Ianto, and Jack fell into his arms, pressing his body against Ianto’s still clothed one. Ianto wrapped his arms around him and held him close. He kissed him tenderly. He felt Jack move further onto him and press his erection against his hip. He was trying not to hump his leg. But it wasn’t working.
Ianto’s hand wondered down to Jack’s backside and cupped it, pushing Jack further in against him. Jack let out a little cry. He shivered, barely holding on.
“It’s okay,” whispered Ianto, holding Jack tightly to him. “Do it. You know I love it when you’re naughty.”
Jack couldn’t respond vocally. He clutched at the bed sheets and Ianto’s arm, the contact too perfect. His cock dug so severely into Ianto’s leg it was almost painful. Ianto caught Jack’s mouth in passionate kiss.
“Go on,” giggled Ianto. “Mucky pup.”
Jack thrust hard into Ianto’s thigh and whimpered. He’d never felt so wanton. But all that mattered was that orgasm. And Ianto knew how gone he was. How desperate. It made it even more intense. And now there was contact. He thrust again, giving a sweet little gasp. Ianto gazed down at the man in his arms. He was beautiful. So out of control. So sexy. Ianto kissed his forehead and squeezed Jack into him, forcing him to press against him.
Jack couldn’t hold back. He didn’t care anymore. He clung onto Ianto and humped him wildly for a mere ten seconds before coming with a shout and coating Ianto’s suit trousers in semen for a second time. He gasped and murmured into Ianto’s chest, and Ianto held him, rocking him gently until his breathing returned to normal.
When Jack woke up, he was lying on a towel on the bed. The bed had been stripped. And Ianto was nowhere to be seen. He tried to sit up and then gave up on the idea. It was too much too soon. And then Ianto was making his way down the ladder. Completely naked.
“Nice view,” mumbled Jack sleepily.
“Quiet, cheeky,” chided Ianto with a grin. “Shower. Now.”
“I’m asleep,” whined Jack.
“Clearly you’re not,” said Ianto.
Jack pouted into his towel and stayed where he was. There was a loud slapping noise and his backside began to sting.
“Ouch!” he hollered.
“Shower. Now, Jack. Then we can go to bed.”
Jack groggily sat up and rubbed his eyes. Ianto took him by the hand and began to shove him up and out of the hatch.
“I’ve just about had enough of you behaving like this. I’m going to have to be a lot more severe with you in future.”
Just then Jack turned around to face Ianto. His blue eyes were wide and his face was in a ‘have pity on me’ pout. Ianto couldn’t take it anymore. He threw his arms around his mischievous boy and cuddled him close. He was too adorable. Jack sighed contentedly into Ianto’s warm arms.
“Sorry,” he said in a kiddy voice.
“Stop being cute,” said Ianto, pulling away. “Bathroom.” He pointed and Jack obeyed him with a cheeky grin.
One long hot shower later, where they were slightly sidetracked by lazy snogging, they lay curled up in a nice, clean bed together.
“Am I forgiven?” murmured Jack.
“’fraid not,” answered Ianto.
“Are you going to torture me?”
“Your choices are as follows, Jack,” said Ianto, fighting against sleep. “Either come with me to Dan’s leaving drinks tomorrow as my partner, where you can apologise to him personally for keeping me from him, or stay here handcuffed to the chair and wait for me to return.”
Jack made a small noise of protest.
“Don’t think I won’t,” threatened Ianto.
Jack simply snuggled up to him. “I’ll think about it,” he mumbled.
They began to fall asleep.
“Oh but Ianto...”
“Yes, Jack,” sighed Ianto.
“If I promise to be a good boy, can we get some ice-cream? Only, I had this idea....”