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He didn't know why he was remembering the mess with the league. He supposed he did have a tendency to day dream when he was helping and not joining in Ianto's bath. Though the older man had to admit, his hands wandered quite a bit as well. Even traumatized and broken, Jones still managed to bring out Malcolm's inner sex fiend. And as long as Jones wanted him, said fiend wasn't going anywhere.

Something was making his sweet, baby boy a bit more hyper than usual. Ianto had managed to find where the older Merlyn had hidden the extra sweets. The younger man knew enough not to gorge, but he'd obviously had more than Malcolm usually allowed. "Alright scamp, come on, bed time."

Ianto giggled and continued to bounce around on the bed. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing as the older Merlyn tapped his foot.

He tried once more, but Jones didn't seem to want to listen. Finally Malcolm lost it. "Ianto Merlyn! Do you want me to spank you?!"He warned, his cock really liking the idea.

Some part of Jones must have understood the leer and gleam in his lover's eye. Because, the young man grinned, licked his lips, and bounced again. His look daring as he put an extra 'shake' in his hips

The older man felt all his blood surge south and beckoned with a sly finger. "Tsk tsk, baby boy, don't make me come over there." Malcolm warned, trying to be stern and dripping sex at the same time. Ianto stopped then and shyly shuffled forward, lust overriding his usual reaction to the idea of his older lover thinking he was bad. He still wasn't far enough, he liked this game and the older man's growl made his blood simmer. This was thrilling, not frightening. The older Merlyn reached Jones side and sat down. "Pants down, over my knees, now!"

Ianto did as he was told, hands gripping at Malcolm's jacket. His body thrumming with anticipation. Trying his best not to wiggle, his presented, and bare ass, as the older Merlyn let him settle. "S-sorry Da-daddy."

"You have been a cheeky, little submissive. Jamil Waladi." Malcolm mused, drumming his fingertips on Jones smooth, pale skin. His palm came down with a sharp slap and Ianto yipped, taking two more stinging smacks. "What am I to do with you, my naughty, baby boy, hmm?" The older Merlyn, sighed tracing Ianto's hole with a warm fingertip before spanking him again.

Jones whimpered, his cock now hard. "P-please, A-anto S-s-sorry D-da-daddy." He repeated in a soft moan, unable to see if his words had the right effect. Two lubed fingers slid into him, he knew then, had made the right choice.

"Shhh, I know you are, my sweet boy." Malcolm purred, continuing to prepare Ianto. Anytime Jones would fidget a sharp slap would ring out. The younger man would squeak and still. The older man started to fuck his younger lover with his hand and Ianto whined. "Cum for Daddy, Jamil Waladi, just from this." The older Merlyn moaned, enjoying the way his charge looked, red ass pushing back onto his fingers.

Jones worked over Malcolm's hand. Keening and moaning as he took his pleasure from the older man's digits. Smack's from the older man's free hand, hitting every so often. The younger man shuddered when he finished, panting and pliant as the older Merlyn moved him to his knees. Distracting heated skin against Malcolm as he slid his dick into the slick warmth of that prepared ass.

"O-ooh y-yes D-daddy." Ianto keened, arching back as the older Merlyn moved. His cock reawakening at the pleasure he felt.

"God you always feel so perfect. Gonna fuck you good my sweet boy." Malcolm moaned, snapping his hips harder. His hands trailing over slim hips to caress the still colored and hot skin of the firm bum before him.

Ianto was mewling, rutting back on the older man like an animal in heat. Sex seemed to bring out the 'adult' in Jones. The confident, free thinking young man. Who knew what he wanted and how to get it. Right now it was his lover's dick, deeper in his quivering hole.

He shifted his hips, till he was hitting the younger man's sweet spot on every thrust. "That's it, cum, my beautiful boy, cum for Daddy. Now!" Malcolm grunted as Jones clamped around him. Snapping his hips till he followed his younger lover's release with a shout.

IaHaHiMIaHaHiMIaHaHiM

"Malcolm!? Well this is unexpected." Moira smiled, showing him inside.

"Lovely to see you looking well Moira, but I'm wondering if I might speak to Oliver."

"Oh?"

"Yes it pertains to Ianto or John as you know him."

"Ah I see, I believe he is out back with Mr. Diggle."

~IaHaHiM~

"Oliver."

"Mr. Merlyn, is something wrong? Is Ianto…?"

"He's fine, he's with Tommy, trying to out drive each other I imagine. No I have an offer for you…a job offer of sorts." Malcolm smiled and Ollie raised an eyebrow.

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