Longer due to dialog n stuff. I didn't think you'd mind :)
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Jack had actually gone to a sex shop the next town over. Replacing most of his toys seemed prudent. He'd honestly been meaning to for a while. He was anonymous there and he liked that. It wasn't really a regular date and still he was nervous. He was wearing his most imposing suit, mostly to make himself feel better. In the burgundy 'play room', he'd laid out a new cuff and collar set, along with different color/patterned silk boxers for his sub. Harkness knew it was premature, knew he was probably just kidding himself, but he couldn't help it. God he couldn't wait to tie his new boy over that desk. Maybe he'd rim him till he begged. Dildo fuck and paddle? The options were endless. This was assuming the young man said yes and he couldn't help, but chide himself for his optimism.
The doorbell rang and he was pulled from his daydream. He went to let his guest in. Ianto had brought wine. Jack hadn't expected it, but it was nice just the same. They had eaten in dinner, in a rather date like manner. Both seemed to enjoy it and the wine was a perfect addition. Soon enough however, the real reason the older man had asked the younger man over. Could no longer be ignored.
"I might as well just say it. Though I don't even know your name and I'd like to call you something other than baby or boy." Harkness admitted.
The young man chuckled. "My name is Jones… Ianto Jones."
"Nice to meet you Jones Ianto Jones." Jack smirked.
"Twat!" Ianto snorted. "You know what I meant."
"Perhaps I did, you however, still earned a lesson in respect." Jack purred, sipping his wine.
"You think that wasn't my plan all along?"
"On the contrary, I was rather hoping." Harkness admitted. "Does that mean…" He made gestures before popping a piece of chocolate coated fruit in his mouth. Watching as the young man nodded and took his own bite from their shared dessert.
"I have a few conditions however."
"I have a standard contract waiting in the lounge if you'd care to follow." Jack smiled, holding out his hand after standing. Ianto as a full time Sub, was his dream. Even if the young man only wanted to sub for him one night a week, he'd take it. The hand in his, was warm and firm as he lead them, to a room featuring an overstuffed black couch. Harkness was secretly pleased, but still surprised, when Jones sat in his lap.
"Standard, you weren't kidding." Ianto laughed, holding the paper up. "It doesn't say what's a hard limit for you Jack…Did he ever even care about your limits?" Jones added in a sigh, then he looked up and cursed under his breath. Harkness looked like he was about to hyperventilate. The young man acted quick, straddling his potential Dom, letting Jack's hard on nestle against his arse. Neither man's trousers creating much of a barrier, as both had gone commando on purpose that night. He pressed in close, looping his arms behind Harkness's neck. "I'm sorry Daddy… How about a nice, sexy cuddle? Don't I feel good Daddy? Let me make it better..."
Harkness barely nodded and Ianto started to work his hips. He knew his distraction had worked, when Jack began to brace his movements. Soon enough, the older man spoke words. Rather than low moans and groans. "I don't think I can wait baby boy. I want to cum in your arse right now!" He confessed, reaching around to push off Ianto's shoes. "Be a good boy and ride Daddy's cock?"
Ianto stood and started popping open, the buttons on his flies. "If that's what Daddy want's… Sounds like a good plan to me." He grinned, yanking his trousers off his hips, to fall to the floor, while Jack's trousers, pooled at his ankles. His erection jutting out proudly, as Harkness wanked himself, in order to cover the generous length, with lube. "Christ on a Harley, that big dick makes me want to ride all night Daddy."
"Get your fine arse over here and prove it then baby boy." The Dom growled and his Sub easily complied. He never told Jack, but Ianto had prepared himself just before leaving to come here. Harkness found himself buried balls deep with little trouble. "When we play, I want you like this. Prepared for me." Jack purred.
"Ok Daddy." Ianto agreed as he slowly started to move. His mouth open, only this time his face was resting against his Dom's shoulder. The lover's had a good rhythm going and they were both enjoying the slow wind up. Eventually, the young man decided, it just wasn't enough. "Oh God Daddy please…more…more please Daddy." Jones begged, without even being told to.
Harkness grinned, bringing his hands up to brace Ianto; while canting his hips. Faster and faster they moved. Jack forcing his Sub down that much harder on each stroke. "Cum for Daddy baby. Cum now!"
"Oh God Yes Daddy! Fuck! Gonna cum!" Ianto cried out, using his hands to brace against his Dom's shoulders and keep pace as Harkness fisted his so far neglected cock. Jack's hands kept him bouncing after his cum had splattered over the older man's abdomen. "Again Daddy?"
"Thought you wanted to ride my big dick all night?" The older man, couldn't help, but chuckle. Their rhythm had slowed to languid, deep thrusts and lifting motions. "Yes, again my baby boy. I want to know how many times you can you cum for Daddy before you pass out?"
Ianto whimpered in delight. "Oohh Daddy please, make me beg."
"For my baby boy, anything."
~RotH~
4, was apparently the magic number, as opposed to Jack's two. But it wasn't his orgasms he was counting. They spent the night in the master bedroom. Both of them sharing, an appreciation, for the after scene cuddle. Jack had a bunch of meetings the next day, but not till later and they were able to enjoy a nice lie in. The morning blow job and following romp, was quite enjoyable as well. Harkness couldn't get enough of the young man.
Ianto, it seemed was no different. Finding himself unable to shake his, attraction to the potential Dom. It was weird, his kink, had a history, a reason behind it. A 'damaged Daddy' should have warned him off. A one night, taste test only, if anything. Yet, here he was, agreeing to another try at dinner and contracts for, a more permanent, Dom/Sub relationship between them. Still, damaged as he obviously was. The older man knew how to play his role. Not to mention his mouth, plus massive cock and hell if Jack, hadn't written the fucking manual, on how to use them!
Christ on a Harley, he was in deep. Truth be told, he really didn't much care.
TBC…
