Woops.
I just have a lot of Janto feels.
It was late, and Jack had sent everyone home for the day.
Everyone except for Ianto.
They had finished a game of hide and seek, (Jack had cheated, again) and now they were in Jack's office. Ianto lay on his back on the desk, and the Captain was standing between his parted legs, leaning down to look him in the eyes as their tongues were tangled together in a messy kiss.
"Jack, please," he managed to force out, his cock standing at attention, and pressing into the immortal's side.
"Mm?" came Jack's reply as he nibbled at Ianto's earlobe. Ianto lifted his hand to touch his lover's bare chest. He ran his fingers along the surface, stopping to caress his hip. His other hand came up to meet Jack's other hip and Ianto let out a low growl as Jack left small bites down his neck.
"Jack, I need you," he groaned, lurching his own hips upwards, grinding them against the Captain. He looked down and took one of Ianto's hands, suckling on his fingertips.
"I want you to beg." he said in a husky whisper, and Ianto felt himself getting even more turned on. "Jack, I need you, I- oh god, Jack, please. I want you so badly," Jack let Ianto's hand go, and pressed a single finger against the Welshman's entrance, letting him adjust briefly before slipping another inside.
"More, Jack," Ianto moaned, "you fucking tease."
The immortal chuckled, and finally replaced his fingers with his own aching length, pushing in, and moaning at the tightness.
"Oh, fuck!" Ianto's free hand slammed on to the desk as he adjusted to the sudden fullness. The hand still on Jack's hip pulled him forward, urging him to move. Jack pushed forward until his entire length was buried in Ianto's ass. He gripped Ianto's hips and began to gently thrust into him. "
Harder, please. Oh god, Jack. Oh!" Ianto thrust himself upwards again, desperate for friction against his own cock. Jack began to thrust harder, pushing Ianto's leg up onto his shoulder to better angle himself, and the slight change allowed him to hit Ianto's prostate with each stroke. Jack placed his hands on the desk to stabilize himself, and allowed himself to pound into the man below him, the sound of slapping skin barely audible amongst the cries of "Oh god" and the slurs of names.
"You're close aren't you?" Jack asked, smirking.
"God yes."
Jack gripped Ianto's length, stroking it. He ran ran his finger over the slit and pumped into his fist. Ianto was rock hard and leaking, the roughness of Jack's hand making him squirm.
"Come for me, Ianto."
The Captain kissed him again; teeth grating, and tongues colliding, Ianto erupted into Jack's hand.
Jack looked down at the man underneath him, his lips swollen and parted, his chest glistened with sweat, and his hair had fallen out of its usual style, lying flat on his forehead. To him, Ianto looked beautiful all strung out like this, and that was all it took to send Jack over the edge. He moaned loudly, releasing into Ianto, and carefully pulling out and kissing him again.
"That was amazing." Ianto remarked, his cheeks turning pink as Jack helped him off the desk. "Yeah, won't be at to concentrate tomorrow without imagining fucking you senseless."
Ianto laughed, and Jack took his hand.
"C'mon, let's go get cleaned up." He pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of Ianto's mouth, and led him off towards the shower.
