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A/N Sorry its a bit sort... What do you think?
Ianto Jones couldn't concentrate. He knows he should be used to it by now but he isn't. All he could do was feel those soft, warm lips caressing his neck. Ianto was sure that the owner of these lips knew he couldn't think of anything but those lips. Those lips that danced teasingly over his throat, while large hands softly kneed and fondled this flesh on his waist and hips.
Jack Harkness let a ghost of a smile grace his lips as he traced over his…lovers/partners/friend/ Ianto. That fit, his Ianto. His Ianto's warm skin. Jack had decided this morning when his Ianto had walked in to work with a "slight soar throat" which means in Ianto speak that it was a terrible soar throat, Ianto just wasn't going to admit it. So that meant that Jack was going to make his Ianto feel better, and if that meant kissing his Welshman on every piece of skin he could find then so be it. Jack could quiet happily do this all day long.