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Ianto knew what he wanted food-wise, sending Jack to get their love nest ready.

Jack laughed softly as he skipped down the path, love nest indeed.

He soon had the place warm and cozy, soft light flickering off the walls and the radio tuned to an oldie station that was soothing as it played war-time music.

By the time Glen Miller came on, Jack was naked and wanton on the bedding, stroking as he waited excitedly for his beloved.

By the time Ianto got there ….

Yeah.

An enticing image of him beneath the barely there silk sheet. His arm thrown above his head and his head turned to one side as he slept, the tenting giving away his desire, even in rest.

Handsome, hypnotic, and powerful.

Jack seemed to fill the space with lust, making Ianto's hands shake as he unpacked the food for later and found what he really wanted.

He carefully pulled the silk away, glad to see cotton beneath and lay next to his Cariad, taking the honey bear and smearing it in his fingers and then with a soft giggle he lathered it to certain parts of his body.

He then started to lather a certain area in particular.

Low sultry, incoherent mews woke Jack and he turned to see a decadent show.

Ianto's hands were covered in honey as one tweaked his growing desire and the other wrapped around a thigh stretching a wanton hole.

Jack reached out, licking his lips as his hand wrapped around Ianto's and he was purring beneath his touch as his touch provoked a cry of passion.

Jack felt a charge of excitement as he struggled to his knees.

Warm and pliant, Ianto let Jack have his way, blown apart by heat with gravelly words uttered against his flesh as Jack told him to turn over and Ianto whimpered as brazen hands coaxed him to abandon his position and roll to his stomach, allowing Jack to start licking at his thighs.

Jack's velvety tongue drew him into the maelstrom as it slid over his fevered skin. Ianto groaned and with his head twisting frantically as he begged Jack to hurry up.

Jack kissed the back of his knees, his sexy, tight man buns and then drove his tongue into that slick heat as Ianto barked with delight.

Jack slid a pillow under Ianto and then slid home, sighing as he arranged Ianto's boneless limbs into a position that allowed deeper penetration.

Flexing muscles in his back and legs, Jack found a rhythm and soon the cave was full of moans and whimpers as Ianto started to buck to match his rhythm, and Jack cried out as he came, stabbing into Ianto as he begged for kisses.

Jack fell beside him and plundered his mouth, moaning deeply as they kissed, naked, sticky and completely spent.

Jack woke first, lifting a semi-conscious Ianto and carrying him to the water. They wadded in and then crouched, supporting Ianto in his lap as he washed them both down.

The sensation of the cool water on the hyper-sensitive skin had Ianto mewling as he writhed and Jack kissed him again.

Ianto hummed and rested against him as the early evening sun dappled the water and a sunset lit the sky.

"Gonna rain" Ianto sighed, "Can smell it"

"But the sunset …."

"See the angry colours?" Ianto whispered, "Pink sky at night, shepherd's delight"

"Ah, well rain on the roof while we cuddle with our baby is fine by me" Jack crooned and Ianto huffed, rising to stretch, his goods as face level and Jack kissed the semi-flaccid manhood he loved so much.

Ianto laughed softly, stroking Jacks hair and Jack rose to take another kiss.

"I love you" Jack whispered and Ianto sighed happily, nuzzling against Jack.

"Come on teddy bear" Jack crooned as he pulled a robe around Ianto's shoulders, "Les go home."

They folded up the picnic and headed back to the house, hand in hand.

Ianto loved picnics.