Torchwood Fic: Tie and Braces
Written for drabble123 Prompt #13 - Obey
Emma DeMarais Drabble123 Torchwood/Sex/300 Prompt Table
Crossposted to torchwoodslash
Title: Tie and Braces
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Season 1
Summary: Nothing like a little light bondage at the office to cap off the day
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
Lips brush against the short hairs at the nape of his neck. Warm breath floats up behind his ear, ghosts against the lobe.
"Love the new tie... Now hand it over."
Skin humming with anticipation Ianto undoes the knot with impatient fingers, forcing himself to deliberate action to untie the tie and slide it off, offering it up to Jack behind him.
Silk slides over Ianto's skin and then his eyes see no more: blindfolded.
He hears a rustling in the room then confident hands guide him, asking without words, for him to move his arms back.
Ianto obeys. He always obeys.
His arms are bound with what he guesses are Jack's braces.
Contact is lost and Ianto feels adrift without Jack's touch, his solid form nearby, his presence.
"Jack?"
Silence. And then a hand reaches out and unbuttons his shirt - each button released with excruciating patience.
By the time Jack's fingers brush the waistband of his trousers Ianto's straining, but he won't ask, won't beg.
Not this soon anyway.
His boxers and trousers wind up down about his ankles and Jack still hasn't touched his skin. The cool air of the Hub gives him a little shiver when Jack's hot breath returns to the back of his neck.
More rustling behind him and he hopes it's Jack disrobing because while Ianto's all in favor of seduction, his impatience is getting the best of him.
And then Jack is there: pressed full body against his back and Ianto melts into him, delivers himself into strong hands that roam over his attention starved skin.
Perhaps he makes a sound that's very unmanly, more than a tad desperate.
The soft chuckle isn't a recrimination as he's nudged forward, thighs hitting the edge of Jack's desk.
"Bend over," Jack orders.
Ianto obeys.
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Emma DeMarais Drabble123 Torchwood/Sex/300 Prompt Table
Crossposted to torchwoodslash
Title: Tie and Braces
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Season 1
Summary: Nothing like a little light bondage at the office to cap off the day
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
Lips brush against the short hairs at the nape of his neck. Warm breath floats up behind his ear, ghosts against the lobe.
"Love the new tie... Now hand it over."
Skin humming with anticipation Ianto undoes the knot with impatient fingers, forcing himself to deliberate action to untie the tie and slide it off, offering it up to Jack behind him.
Silk slides over Ianto's skin and then his eyes see no more: blindfolded.
He hears a rustling in the room then confident hands guide him, asking without words, for him to move his arms back.
Ianto obeys. He always obeys.
His arms are bound with what he guesses are Jack's braces.
Contact is lost and Ianto feels adrift without Jack's touch, his solid form nearby, his presence.
"Jack?"
Silence. And then a hand reaches out and unbuttons his shirt - each button released with excruciating patience.
By the time Jack's fingers brush the waistband of his trousers Ianto's straining, but he won't ask, won't beg.
Not this soon anyway.
His boxers and trousers wind up down about his ankles and Jack still hasn't touched his skin. The cool air of the Hub gives him a little shiver when Jack's hot breath returns to the back of his neck.
More rustling behind him and he hopes it's Jack disrobing because while Ianto's all in favor of seduction, his impatience is getting the best of him.
And then Jack is there: pressed full body against his back and Ianto melts into him, delivers himself into strong hands that roam over his attention starved skin.
Perhaps he makes a sound that's very unmanly, more than a tad desperate.
The soft chuckle isn't a recrimination as he's nudged forward, thighs hitting the edge of Jack's desk.
"Bend over," Jack orders.
Ianto obeys.
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