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Jack had decided to sleep inside, Ianto's bad dreams calling him louder than Harry's fun.

Enough children in the tent with Owen and Rhys fighting over the purple bed.

Ianto had smiled softly when he saw him and they had settled to sleep.

Jack woke in the early hours of the morning and wondered what had woken him, just in time to see a little elf sneak back out with his socks and boxers in a basket.

Little bugger was an early riser.

Ianto had rolled in the night and was plastered against Jack, snuggled in his armpit and Jack lay still as he felt the length of the lithe body pressing against him.

Especially the morning Woodie pressing against his hip.

Oh.

Wow.

Jack tried to keep his breathing slow and even as he felt Ianto shift, moaning as he thrust against him.

Should he wake him?

Be the bigger man and move away?

The breath on his neck has quickened as the thrusting became more urgent, his lips parted and seeking skin.

Jack couldn't stop the moan as Ianto kissed his neck, suckling.

"Ianto" Jack croaked reluctantly.

"Oh Cariad" Ianto whined sleepily, thrusting again.

"You want me to go? Or do you want me to help darling" Jack whispered.

"Oh god." Ianto moaned, pressing the hard on against Jack wantonly.

Jack rolled more so Ianto was on top and took his head in his hands, kissing him languidly.

"Oh, what's happening" Ianto moaned, "This is …. Oh. … I need …. I …. Oh you taste so good."

Jack reached down, hooking his hands into the dips of Ianto's thighs where they met his butt cheeks and adjusted Ianto so their hard-ons were now fully engaging each other, just the fabric of their PJs between them.

"It's OK" Jack said gently, "It's normal. Just a part of love."

"I do love you … oh so much … god …." Ianto was thrusting urgently and Jack moved his feet up, bending his knees and lifting his erection more, letting his head fall back as he gave in and went with it.

Ianto's breathy moans and cries were lovely, beautiful, as was his face as he looked down at Jack. His mouth open as he gasped, showing his pearly white teeth and a small smile.

"Jack?" Ianto's eyes widened and his hips stuttered.

"I'm right here, I'll catch you" Jack cried as his own orgasm started, "I'll always catch you Tig."

They writhed and moaned, grabbing and holding each other tightly as they made a mess between them.

Jack panted as he rubbed Ianto's back and Ianto lay shuddering with aftershocks.

"Oh Cariad" he moaned as his head lolled and Jack gently rolled them both so Ianto was on his back, kissing and stroking his back and sides to reassure him.

It's OK, it's all OK" Jack soothed, "I love you Ianto."

Ianto smiled and sighed softly as Jack reached for the tissue box by the bed and started to wipe Ianto down.

"I'm just getting you clean PJ bottoms baby, just lay there, it's OK" Jack said as he left the bed, quickly cleaning himself.

He pulled off the soiled bottoms and slid clean ones up the limp legs, then Ianto lifted his butt to let Jack putt the band over his butt.

Jack had a quick squeeze before winking and releasing him.

Ianto snorted and held out his arms, happy when Jack fell into them with his own soft sigh.

"That was …." Ianto struggled.

"nice?"

"Lovely?"

"Unexpected"

"Amazing?"

Jack took a moment to find another word and Ianto stroked his cheek.

"Exactly what I hoped it would be." Ianto supplied and Jack grinned.

They drifted off to sleep and Splat slid into the room. Quickly clearing away the tissues and soiled clothing, he hesitated at the door and looked back at his master with glee.

Happiness filled the room.

The Black family blood boiled with lust.

The blood would live on.