7. Nine Deaths in
Ianto groaned as he stretched and swore softly at the bite he felt in his shoulder.
He decided to sing along, gyrating around the flat naked.
Enjoy that, ya nosey fuckers.
Ianto then proceeded to lick an ice-block he chose from the freezer, letting some drip on his chest while he picked up his mobile.
"Ianto?"
Hmmmm, sounded a bit out of breath and Ianto smiled, "Sir. I'm not feeling too well, I may have a temperature."
Ianto placed the ice-block on his stomach and gasped from the cold as red liquid ran across his skin, "Oh, definitely hot!"
Jack made a garbbled sound and Ianto sighed, relaxing back so his bits were clearly seen by the corner camera.
"I feel … light headed, I need to lie down" Ianto said breathily as he palmed himself, enjoying the small squeak down the line.
"Sir, are you OK?" Ianto asked with a voice full of concern, "I hope this isn't catching, hate for you to suffer like I am."
As he said it, Ianto rolled his thumb over the helmet of his hard on and licked it, then returned it to its task.
"Ianto …" Jack whimpered, "You need ….ah… do you need me to come over?"
Ianto licked the ice-block, then let it slide into his mouth, all of it.
"Ah, Jack" Ianto moaned, "I would love for you to ….cum for me."
The sound of the phone hitting the desk made Ianto snort as the sound of Jack pounding from his office filled the phone line.
It took exactly fifteen minutes for Jack to get to his flat, a personal best in any timeline and Ianto opened the door with his hard on nodding hello.
"Oh Sir" Ianto gushed, "If I knew you were coming I would have tidied up a bit."
Jack reached for him, pulling him to the sofa and Ianto barked with pleasure as Jack's hand grabbed his dick.
Then he squeezed.
"This supposed to make up for the shit you caused? The lives you took?" Jack snarled, "In the name of that … bitch!"
Ianto sighed as he realised he had taken a wrong step somewhere and pondered using the code name.
No, this is a washout, he reached under the sofa cushions for the gun.
"This is not fucking funny Ianto Jones!"
Was worth it to hear him squeak.
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