Fic: "The Way It Was" Jack/Ianto NC-17
Title: The Way It Was
Author: missdeanna
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Words: 777
Warnings: Sex, sort of D/s, erotic humiliation.
Summary: It might have been shameful, but it wasn't...
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Torchwood
Author's Note: Written for the rounds_of_kink Halloween mini-round. The prompt kinks were humiliation and loss of control, and the prompt words were "burning," "fog," "crisp," and "harvest moon." I'm not 100% satisfied with how I worked the words in, but I wanted to include them all and I'm overall happy with how this turned out.
Ianto was naked, and cold. The Hub was always a bit cold, and it felt particularly crisp when the weather turned cool outside. He'd been naked and on his knees for at least ten minutes, now.
Ianto had been in the tourist office, finishing work on his computer for the night, when Jack contacted him on his earpiece and told him to come to his office. Once there, Jack had merely said, without looking up, "Strip and get on your knees."
For a moment, Ianto had looked at Jack, his mind a little in a fog. He'd been working, and thinking about how he needed to go to the grocery store that weekend, and now Jack was ordering him out of his clothes. He certainly didn't mind. Truthfully, he'd dragged his work out towards the end so he could stick around until Jack was done going through the stack of UNIT files on his desk. But it took a minute for his mind to switch gears. When he didn't immediately comply, Jack looked up, arched an eyebrow, and betrayed the smallest of smiles that promised great things to come if Ianto just obeyed, and that was enough.
But Jack, damn him, had been reading through those files ever since issuing the order. He hadn't even looked up to watch Ianto strip. He was on the last file, now, and Ianto assumed Jack would turn his attention to him when he finished. This was how it was: Ianto on his knees, giving himself to Jack when Jack wanted him. Little could have excited him more.
There might have been something shameful in it. With another lover, he would have been out the door after a few minutes passed. Or he never would have taken off his clothes at all. The door to Jack's office was open. Everyone else had gone home, but if someone were to come back, they'd see him and might think he'd lowered himself. It wouldn't happen; the cog door was closed and if anyone did come back, they would hear the proximity alarm in time, and knowing it wouldn't happen made the idea stir pleasantly inside him in a way it shouldn't have.
Finally, Jack closed the file and stood up. He walked over to Ianto, and Ianto was at the right height to see the bulge in his trousers. He waited for Jack to undo his fly, but instead, Jack reached out and ran hand through Ianto's hair. "So patient..." he said, "you're just waiting for me to take you, aren't you?"
"You know I am."
Jack smirked. "Don't be smug about it. Get up and bend over the desk for me."
Ianto stood up slowly, letting his knees adjust from the cold cement floor. He walked over to the desk, and bent over. Jack was silent for a moment, and Ianto took the time to fix his position so that his chest was comfortably flat on the wood and his hardening cock was not pressed against the edge.
Suddenly, there was Jack's hand on his back. It was warm against his skin, burning with strength and tenderness. His other hand found its way between Ianto's legs, casually touching him. "You're mine. You're my slut."
Ianto moaned as he exhaled. "Yes."
"Say it."
"I'm your slut." He might have been blushing. His face might have been round and red like a harvest moon, but he loved it.
Jack leaned over him and kissed him on the shoulder. He reached over, where the bottle of lube was on the desk by Ianto's head, and in a few minutes he was inside him and Ianto was no longer cold at all but warm from Jack's body against his.
"Don't come on my desk," Jack ordered, "or I'll make you lick it clean."
Ianto just nodded. He wouldn't disappoint, or maybe he would. It could be fun.
This was how it was: It might have been shameful, but it wasn't. It was Jack, rubbing Ianto's back while whispering harsh orders, and leaning down to lick his ear in between thrusts. It was Ianto, giving himself to Jack because Jack would never really use him, or take for granted what was given to him. Later, Jack would lead him down to his bed and hold him. Right now, Ianto was sweating and gasping underneath Jack, and eight seconds away from shooting his load on the front of Jack's desk. He thought about how Jack would scold him for it, and make him lick it up while he watched, and the twitch in his cock that resulted made it blissfully inevitable.
Author: missdeanna
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Words: 777
Warnings: Sex, sort of D/s, erotic humiliation.
Summary: It might have been shameful, but it wasn't...
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Torchwood
Author's Note: Written for the rounds_of_kink Halloween mini-round. The prompt kinks were humiliation and loss of control, and the prompt words were "burning," "fog," "crisp," and "harvest moon." I'm not 100% satisfied with how I worked the words in, but I wanted to include them all and I'm overall happy with how this turned out.
Ianto was naked, and cold. The Hub was always a bit cold, and it felt particularly crisp when the weather turned cool outside. He'd been naked and on his knees for at least ten minutes, now.
Ianto had been in the tourist office, finishing work on his computer for the night, when Jack contacted him on his earpiece and told him to come to his office. Once there, Jack had merely said, without looking up, "Strip and get on your knees."
For a moment, Ianto had looked at Jack, his mind a little in a fog. He'd been working, and thinking about how he needed to go to the grocery store that weekend, and now Jack was ordering him out of his clothes. He certainly didn't mind. Truthfully, he'd dragged his work out towards the end so he could stick around until Jack was done going through the stack of UNIT files on his desk. But it took a minute for his mind to switch gears. When he didn't immediately comply, Jack looked up, arched an eyebrow, and betrayed the smallest of smiles that promised great things to come if Ianto just obeyed, and that was enough.
But Jack, damn him, had been reading through those files ever since issuing the order. He hadn't even looked up to watch Ianto strip. He was on the last file, now, and Ianto assumed Jack would turn his attention to him when he finished. This was how it was: Ianto on his knees, giving himself to Jack when Jack wanted him. Little could have excited him more.
There might have been something shameful in it. With another lover, he would have been out the door after a few minutes passed. Or he never would have taken off his clothes at all. The door to Jack's office was open. Everyone else had gone home, but if someone were to come back, they'd see him and might think he'd lowered himself. It wouldn't happen; the cog door was closed and if anyone did come back, they would hear the proximity alarm in time, and knowing it wouldn't happen made the idea stir pleasantly inside him in a way it shouldn't have.
Finally, Jack closed the file and stood up. He walked over to Ianto, and Ianto was at the right height to see the bulge in his trousers. He waited for Jack to undo his fly, but instead, Jack reached out and ran hand through Ianto's hair. "So patient..." he said, "you're just waiting for me to take you, aren't you?"
"You know I am."
Jack smirked. "Don't be smug about it. Get up and bend over the desk for me."
Ianto stood up slowly, letting his knees adjust from the cold cement floor. He walked over to the desk, and bent over. Jack was silent for a moment, and Ianto took the time to fix his position so that his chest was comfortably flat on the wood and his hardening cock was not pressed against the edge.
Suddenly, there was Jack's hand on his back. It was warm against his skin, burning with strength and tenderness. His other hand found its way between Ianto's legs, casually touching him. "You're mine. You're my slut."
Ianto moaned as he exhaled. "Yes."
"Say it."
"I'm your slut." He might have been blushing. His face might have been round and red like a harvest moon, but he loved it.
Jack leaned over him and kissed him on the shoulder. He reached over, where the bottle of lube was on the desk by Ianto's head, and in a few minutes he was inside him and Ianto was no longer cold at all but warm from Jack's body against his.
"Don't come on my desk," Jack ordered, "or I'll make you lick it clean."
Ianto just nodded. He wouldn't disappoint, or maybe he would. It could be fun.
This was how it was: It might have been shameful, but it wasn't. It was Jack, rubbing Ianto's back while whispering harsh orders, and leaning down to lick his ear in between thrusts. It was Ianto, giving himself to Jack because Jack would never really use him, or take for granted what was given to him. Later, Jack would lead him down to his bed and hold him. Right now, Ianto was sweating and gasping underneath Jack, and eight seconds away from shooting his load on the front of Jack's desk. He thought about how Jack would scold him for it, and make him lick it up while he watched, and the twitch in his cock that resulted made it blissfully inevitable.