Ianto was on all fours on Jack's tiny bed. A finger ran down the length of his spine, eliciting a hoarse moan.
Ianto gripped the blanket tightly in his fists while Jack's perfect teeth grazed his flesh. He gasped.
And then…
Rimming. RIMMING.
A word Ianto once found so obscene was currently amongst his favorites. He wanted to say it over and over again. He wanted to trill the 'r' and hum the 'm'. However, as Jack twirled his talented tongue inside of him, all he could muster was a, "Gaaaaahhharrrrrrgh."
Well, at least he got to trill his 'r.'