AN: Right, I have never even attempted smut before, so if this is hideously cringe worthy or just plain awful, I apologise. This scene takes place during "Snow Day" when Owen stays over at Ianto's for the first time. You do not need to read this to follow the main thread of the story – there is no plot here, just some rather graphic sex.
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Owen felt his heart rate quicken and he took a long slow breath in an attempt to steady his unavoidable nerves. He was stood in Ianto's bedroom, the two men standing at the end of Ianto's double bed facing one another just millimetres apart. Ianto reached out one hand and laid it delicately on Owen's cheek and smiled at him before speaking in a low and reassuring tone.
"Don't worry. I'll look after you." He murmured.
Owen nodded, suddenly feeling along way from the usually confident character he liked to play. "I've never…" He began nervously.
"I know." Ianto whispered. "It's okay." He said leaning forward and capturing Owen's lips with his own in a soft and comforting kiss. He slipped his hand around the back of Owen's head slowly, threading it through his short brown hair and holding him in place as he deepened the kiss, slowly pressing his tongue past Owen's lips. He wrapped his other arm around the medics waist and tugged his body flush against his own, revelling in the sound of Owen's gentle moan as it echoed into his own mouth.
"We'll go slow yeah?" Ianto said softly as he pulled out of the kiss and looked deep into Owen's eyes. "And if you want to stop just let me know. Okay?" He asked. Owen nodded.
"Come on." Ianto said taking Owen's hand and leading him slowly over to the bed. "Sit down." He said pushing him lightly so he was sat on the edge of Ianto's bed. The Welshman crouched down at his feet and undid the laces of Owen's trainers before pulling them off and tossing them to one side, sending his socks after them. Settling up onto his knees Ianto positioned himself between Owen's slightly spread legs and smiled at him. He placed his hands on Owen's waist and, whilst remaining full eye contact, tugged his tshirt from his waist and pulled it up over his head, revealing the older mans pale and slender frame. To make things even Ianto sat back on the heels of his feet as he pulled his own top over his head and threw that and Owen's tshirt to one side. Ianto smiled as he saw Owen's eyes widen at the sight of his well-defined body. Whilst Owen was thin and sinewy, Ianto's body was surprisingly muscular. It certainly explained the mans strength, even if he kept his body hidden beneath his suits.
"I wasn't expecting that." Owen admitted, his voice returning though low and almost embarrassed that he'd been caught staring.
In response Ianto leant forward again, resting one hand on the bed on either side of Owen's hips and pressing another kiss to his lips. This one however was instantly passion fuelled, his tongue seeking immediate entrance which Owen was all too willing to allow as he flicked his own tongue at Ianto's, starting a battle for dominance. Owen brought his hands up to grip Ianto's head firmly in place as they kissed, the heat rising between them as the kiss became a fervent bashing of teeth and heady gasps for air.
"Lie down." Ianto ordered breathlessly as he pulled out of the kiss. Owen submitted to the request and led back onto the bed, his feet remaining flat on the floor on either side of Ianto. The Welshman lowered his body onto Owen's and, keeping his knees on the ground began planting delicate kisses onto the medic's body. Owen's eyelids flickered shut as he felt Ianto's tongue lap his nipples and he found himself moaning once again. Ianto's trail of kisses drifted down his chest and onto his soft stomach and he felt two hands ghost their way down his chest before settling on the waistband of his jeans. The Welshman leant back up and brought his hands to the buckle of Owen's belt and began to undo it slowly before opening the top button and easing down the zip. Pulling the jeans apart Ianto smiled at the sight of the material of Owen's boxer shorts straining over his erection before gripping the tops of the jeans and boxers in both hands and tugging. Owen raised his hips sufficiently for Ianto to pull his jeans and boxers down together, leaving them in a pile at Owen's ankles. Returning his hands to Owen's body Ianto trailed his fingers teasingly round from Owen's hips and down his muscular inner thighs to his knees, pushing them as far apart as he could. He then grazed his fingers even slower back up Owen's thighs and chanced a glance at the medic's face. His eyes were closed and a look of pure contentment was spread across his face. As his fingers reached the top of Owen's thighs his right hand settled itself on Owen's right hip as his left clamped itself firmly around his already weeping erection, incurring a sharp hiss and groan from its owner. Sweeping his thumb painfully slowly over the head Ianto held Owen firmly on the bed as a second groan sounded, this time joined by a slight bucking of his hips.
"Patience is a virtue." Ianto teased, his voice ragged as he dipped his head gracefully down and enveloped Owen's impressive shaft in his mouth. A guttural moan passed through Owen's barely parted lips as he basked in the sensations that Ianto's skilful tongue created in his throbbing groin. As the Welshman worked his hands remained fixed on Owen's hips, his fingers trailing delicately across the flesh they could reach and heightening the medics pleasure in a way he couldn't fathom.
"God… Ianto…" Owen groaned as he felt the younger man breeze his tongue along the length of his shaft, paying particular attention to the head before engulfing him once more.
"Ahhh…" Owen bucked his hips into Ianto, pushing his cock further into his mouth. Ianto held him steady as he scraped the tips of his fingers down his hips, feeling the older man began to shudder beneath his touch.
"Ianto… Yan…" Owen's voice trailed off into a breathless moan as his orgasm seared through him, and he came with a wild spasm that shook him from his head to his toes, Ianto lapping gratefully at everything Owen had to give him.
"You okay?" Ianto murmured as he slid up onto the bed, hovering on all fours above Owen who was led with his eyes closed breathing heavily. His eyes flashed open and a broad smile flooded his face as he nodded, still unable to speak. Ianto smiled as he lowered his head and kissed Owen affectionately. As the kiss deepened the Londoner looped his arm around Ianto's neck and pulled him down on top of him, before rolling swiftly over so Ianto was led flat on the bed. As Owen pulled back out of the kiss Ianto grinned.
"Hey there." He whispered softly. Owen smiled down at him; one arm wrapped beneath Ianto's head the other arm free to roam. He smoothed his palm down Ianto's chest, taking in every inch and every contour of his body. Brushing his fingers delicately back up across Ianto's skin he rested his hand over the Welshman's heart, feeling the strong beat grow faster.
"You are so gorgeous." He breathed, smirking as Ianto blushed. "You must know… you must be able to see it." He continued. "You are incredible." He murmured as he lowered his lips to Ianto's warm skin and nibbled gently at the flesh. "You are amazing." He breathed as his lips nipped at the skin that covered Ianto's stomach. "And you are mine." He whispered as he drifted his lips back up Ianto's chest as he grazed his teeth along his collarbone before returning his mouth to the Welshman's in a deep kiss. As he lay his body on top of Ianto's he felt the younger man's hard-on pressing keenly into the top of his leg. Continuing the kiss Owen slipped his free hand back down Ianto's body and rubbed it firmly over his denim covered erection, a shuddering moan echoing out of the Welshman's mouth as he bucked involuntarily into Owen's hand.
"Something about patience." Owen murmured with a quirk of his eyebrow and a playful smirk.
"Never one of my strong points." Ianto replied with a low ragged voice.
"Better get those jeans off then hadn't I?" Owen remarked as he sat up and unbuckled Ianto's belt, undoing the zip and sliding off the bed so he had enough room to tug the jeans down and off, taking Ianto's boxer shorts with them. His eyes hungrily scanned the fully naked Ianto that was led out before him, throbbing erection standing prominently to attention. The Welshman obscured his view as he leant across the bed and opened his top drawer, pulling out a condom packet and bottle of lube. He glanced at Owen for confirmation that what he was wordlessly suggesting was all right. Owen nodded. Ianto climbed off the bed and walked over to the Londoner and pulled him into another desperate kiss.
"Lie back down on the bed… this time on your front." He requested breathlessly. Owen complied, settling himself on his stomach, gathering Ianto's pillow into his arms and pulling it to his chest for support. Ianto knelt on the end of the bed and opened the packet, rolling the condom on to his erection, his own touch causing his breath to quicken. Squeezing some lube onto his hands he slicked up himself before turning his attention to Owen. Positioning his body over the older man's he kissed the line of his spine gently, smiling onto the skin as he felt Owen quiver beneath his touch. Trailing his fingers down he squeezed Owen's buttock gently before sliding his lube covered hand further down and brushing it over his hole, leaving a smear of lube behind.
"This may hurt a little." He murmured before slowly but steadily inserting one finger into Owen, feeling the older man clench firmly from the pain, a gasp being emitted from his lips. He moved his finger gently in and out, loosening Owen bit by bit before carefully pushing in a second finger. Repeating the gesture and making sure to monitor Owen's reactions he soon followed with a third finger. Owen cried out a little in pain.
"You okay?" Ianto checked. Owen nodded mutely as he tried to control his breathing and calm himself. Ianto removed his fingers from Owen and clasped his hand around his hardened cock and guided it forward, pressing the head at Owen's entrance.
"Ready?" He whispered with his breathing ragged as he became harder at the prospect of entering the Londoner.
"Ready." Owen breathed back with a brief nod.
Ianto took a steadying breath before pushing himself into Owen, easing his cock inside the older man slowly. Owen cried out in pain once more, but also pressed himself back onto Ianto in effect taking more of him inside. The Welshman groaned at the tightness of the older man as he pulled himself out almost completely before pushing himself further in with his next thrust. The sharp burning pain that seared through Owen was soon replaced with a dull throbbing ache, and with each thrust, and each glorious moan from Ianto, he felt his own erection forming again. Ianto drew back and thrust deeper again and this time his moan was met with a similar one from Owen. Ianto slid one arm around Owen's waist and felt his arousal pressed against the sheets. Settling his knees firmly onto the bed Ianto carefully pulled Owen up so he was on all fours, maintaining a steady rhythm of thrusts throughout as he clamped one hand around the Londoner's erection, his other hand set on Owen's hip holding him in place. With each forward thrust he tugged rhythmically at Owen, bringing him soon to the brink once more. Ianto used his skilled Welsh hands to maintain him on the precipice of another orgasm as he pounded deeper and deeper inside him until he felt his own release approach.
"Owen…" He panted. "Mmm… god… Owen…" His eyes rolled back in his head as the world around him began to spin and he could hold on no longer. With a final thrust into his lover, and a last deft stroke of Owen's erection, Ianto felt his own shuddering orgasm rage through him, as Owen called out in release once more. As their simultaneous orgasms struck Owen's knees buckled and he collapsed onto the bed with Ianto tumbling onto him, the two men ending up in a breathless heap of tangled and sweaty limbs.
"You okay?" Ianto asked once his voice had returned, his breathing still laboured.
Owen nodded. "Definitely." He replied with a raspy voice.
Ianto removed the condom, tying the end and dropping it into the bin beside his bed. Carefully removing the sheets out from beneath them both he dragged them up over their waists before pulling Owen into his hold, planting a kiss on the top of his head. Owen turned into the embrace, wrapping his arms around Ianto and nestling his face into his chest, the heavy thudding of his heart beating forth. As the beat steadied and it became apparent that Ianto had drifted off to sleep, Owen couldn't help the grin that formed on his lips as he allowed himself to fall asleep in his lover's arms.