A/N: Hi everyone :)
Sorry I haven't updated in ages, several weeks attacked me at once. :s I've also discovered Netflix, so have been procrastinating whilst revamping my love of the X-Men.
Also, warning of FLUFFY/ SLIGHT BDSM SMUT.
Needless to say, if you know me IRL, please don't talk to me about this chapter.
Ianto's POV
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Jack's trailing kisses end at my navel. He's not trying to discuise the fact that he's looking at my crotch, and I can see the cogs in his mind moving. His tongue trails down and lifts the waistband of my boxers slightly, tormenting me. Then he's at chest level again, tweaking and nibbling on one of my nipples.
I'm tied to the bed and there's a patch of cloth over my mouth so I can't really speak. I can just moan as Jack torments me. Which he's very good at, I suppose due to hundreds of years' worth of practise. Who knows how many human, and not to forget alien, life-forms he's fucked over the years.
Still, fair's fair. He paid for dinner, so I'm his sex-slave for one night. I smile as I think of our safety word - Rihannon, as my sister always was a cockblocker. She wasn't happy when she found out about me & Jack. But who can blame her, having the shock of her 25-year-old brother coming out to her after hearing muffled rumors that he was fucking some gorgeous American bloke.
"Hey, what you smiling about?" Jack's lips touch the side of my neck. He straddles me and undoes my gag so he can kiss me.
Our lips lock and all I can see and hear and smell and think about is him. We make eye-contact but neither of us speaks. Jack's tongue weaves into my mouth and presses against mine, craving its closeness.
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Torchwood Is My Home (A Janto Fanfic)
FanfictionThe home is where the heart is, right? And the Heart of Ianto Jones belongs to Jack Harkness. And Jack's heart is Torchwood's. Ianto has never felt love like this, and neither has Jack. But this is Torchwood, so nothing lasts forever.
