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smokeringhalos (NC-17)
Fandom: TORCHWOOD
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Length: 9401
Author on LJ:smokeringhalos
Author Website: Master List of Fic
Why this must be read:
Um. How do I put this delicately? It's a story based on the idea that Ianto wants to fuck Jack and every moment of the story is infused with that want. As the story progresses and Ianto grows further unable to concentrate on anything other than his desire to fuck Jack, the sexual tension just keeps ratcheting up. The frustration is wonderful.
This story is fun and porny and really, really hot on just so many levels. Also, I heart Ianto's fantasy life.
Ianto's riding Jack's cock the first time it occurs to him.
To be precise, he's straddled over Jack's hips, Jack stretched out beneath him, wanking Ianto slowly with one hand while the other's clutched possessively around Ianto's hip. Despite the maddening insufficiency of Jack's pulls, the pressure's built to the point he'll go off soon one way or another.
Sweat drips down Ianto's neck into the hollow of his throat. Jack reaches up and swipes his fingers through it, then pulls them down the damp length of his chest. When his fingertips rest on Ianto's solar plexus, he lifts his hips and drives his cock deep, deeper, into Ianto's arse.
A sound shamefully like a warble spills from Ianto's lips. Jack - bastard - laughs, but Ianto's momentary self-consciousness passes into the skin stretched too tight, sac too full, arse throbbing, thighs shaking of being fucked by Jack. Even if he's the one doing most of the work.
"God, Ianto. Love seeing you like this, sweaty and straining and coming unwound." Jack puts his fingers to his mouth and sucks them in. "Incredible."
"Always so good when you fuck me, Ianto. Love watching you come." Lisa's breathy and beautiful over him, nipples peaked and swollen under his thumbs.
The accustomed twinge does nothing to distract from the sight of Jack's mouth cinched around two fingers and the mischievous spark in his lust-blown eyes. Lisa's gone these three months now and Jack is here, and Ianto wants to fuck him.
Ianto blinks. Stutters in his rise and fall over Jack's cock.
Jack touches his forearm, ludicrously gentle under the circumstances. "Ianto?"
"It's nothing," he grunts when Jack fills him again. "Nothing."
Nothing except that he wants Jack stretched around him, strong body rocking under his snapping thrusts and mouth -- always so quick with a quip or smirk -- slack with moans of pleasure.
"Good." Jack issues the word like a command, as though defying Ianto to be anything but good with Jack worked so far up his arse he can taste him.
Hardly resisting, Ianto pushes forward into Jack's fist with a low moan. Jack obliges with a wicked twist of his wrist, and Ianto comes with a vision of Jack's arse high and fucked open around his cock swimming behind his eyes.
And comes, thighs quaking and spunk jetting through Jack's fingers onto his belly, chest and shoulder.
And comes still more, collapsing onto Jack's thighs with a whimper, as the last strong pulse flings a dollop of come onto Jack's lips.
Ianto has just enough time to appreciate the effect before Jack curls a palm around the back of his neck and drags him down to fuck his mouth.
While Jack bucks up into him, taking his pleasure, Ianto's blissed-out mind supplies the observation that this is the problem with homoerotic sexual arrangements. Someone's cock nearly always goes begging for a willing hole.
Later, when he's held, Jack's thigh thrown across his body – in a way Ianto still finds a little too intimate, but nevertheless pleasant – Ianto trails his fingers down Jack's hip and lets them dip into the cleft of his magnificent arse. Jack hmmms, sounding rather sated, and hooks his ankle around Ianto's calf to draw him closer.
It occurs to him that with all of Jack's exploits, he's almost certainly taken it up the arse on more than one occasion. But now that they've settled into this pattern, how is he to tell Jack that, in all fairness, he thinks Jack ought to let him have a go?
Getting to Yes bysmokeringhalos
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Length: 9401
Author on LJ:
smokeringhalosAuthor Website: Master List of Fic
Why this must be read:
Um. How do I put this delicately? It's a story based on the idea that Ianto wants to fuck Jack and every moment of the story is infused with that want. As the story progresses and Ianto grows further unable to concentrate on anything other than his desire to fuck Jack, the sexual tension just keeps ratcheting up. The frustration is wonderful.
This story is fun and porny and really, really hot on just so many levels. Also, I heart Ianto's fantasy life.
Ianto's riding Jack's cock the first time it occurs to him.
To be precise, he's straddled over Jack's hips, Jack stretched out beneath him, wanking Ianto slowly with one hand while the other's clutched possessively around Ianto's hip. Despite the maddening insufficiency of Jack's pulls, the pressure's built to the point he'll go off soon one way or another.
Sweat drips down Ianto's neck into the hollow of his throat. Jack reaches up and swipes his fingers through it, then pulls them down the damp length of his chest. When his fingertips rest on Ianto's solar plexus, he lifts his hips and drives his cock deep, deeper, into Ianto's arse.
A sound shamefully like a warble spills from Ianto's lips. Jack - bastard - laughs, but Ianto's momentary self-consciousness passes into the skin stretched too tight, sac too full, arse throbbing, thighs shaking of being fucked by Jack. Even if he's the one doing most of the work.
"God, Ianto. Love seeing you like this, sweaty and straining and coming unwound." Jack puts his fingers to his mouth and sucks them in. "Incredible."
"Always so good when you fuck me, Ianto. Love watching you come." Lisa's breathy and beautiful over him, nipples peaked and swollen under his thumbs.
The accustomed twinge does nothing to distract from the sight of Jack's mouth cinched around two fingers and the mischievous spark in his lust-blown eyes. Lisa's gone these three months now and Jack is here, and Ianto wants to fuck him.
Ianto blinks. Stutters in his rise and fall over Jack's cock.
Jack touches his forearm, ludicrously gentle under the circumstances. "Ianto?"
"It's nothing," he grunts when Jack fills him again. "Nothing."
Nothing except that he wants Jack stretched around him, strong body rocking under his snapping thrusts and mouth -- always so quick with a quip or smirk -- slack with moans of pleasure.
"Good." Jack issues the word like a command, as though defying Ianto to be anything but good with Jack worked so far up his arse he can taste him.
Hardly resisting, Ianto pushes forward into Jack's fist with a low moan. Jack obliges with a wicked twist of his wrist, and Ianto comes with a vision of Jack's arse high and fucked open around his cock swimming behind his eyes.
And comes, thighs quaking and spunk jetting through Jack's fingers onto his belly, chest and shoulder.
And comes still more, collapsing onto Jack's thighs with a whimper, as the last strong pulse flings a dollop of come onto Jack's lips.
Ianto has just enough time to appreciate the effect before Jack curls a palm around the back of his neck and drags him down to fuck his mouth.
While Jack bucks up into him, taking his pleasure, Ianto's blissed-out mind supplies the observation that this is the problem with homoerotic sexual arrangements. Someone's cock nearly always goes begging for a willing hole.
Later, when he's held, Jack's thigh thrown across his body – in a way Ianto still finds a little too intimate, but nevertheless pleasant – Ianto trails his fingers down Jack's hip and lets them dip into the cleft of his magnificent arse. Jack hmmms, sounding rather sated, and hooks his ankle around Ianto's calf to draw him closer.
It occurs to him that with all of Jack's exploits, he's almost certainly taken it up the arse on more than one occasion. But now that they've settled into this pattern, how is he to tell Jack that, in all fairness, he thinks Jack ought to let him have a go?
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