Chapter 4!

Still working out some plot sturff...

So have a happy sappy smut chapter ^^

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He always felt like a king when he could survey the world from a top widow. Malcolm's executive offices always gave him a sense of peace and ultimate power. The older Merlyn loved to take his beautiful boy against the strong glass. Breath and cum fogging the view, the lights of Starling a dazzling backdrop to their often frenzied coupling. It was different lights he gazed at as he lost himself in Ianto's body, but the feeling was the same.

From this height no one could see them. Even if they could, it still wouldn't bother him. Not much could when he was about to lose it, squeezed so good, in his sweet boy's warm, tight, and perfect feeling hole. The older man's hand clenched around Jones's hip as his own hips bucked erratically and Ianto spurt his own cum across the window with a cry. Malcolm followed a few sharp thrusts later. "I love you Jamil Waladi. Whatever, whenever you remember yourself, know that I will always love you." The older Merlyn promised, pulling the younger man around to kiss him and hold him close. He wasn't sure what made him say it, but he couldn't help the feeling that he would regret not saying the words.

~IaHaHiM~

Simon had always thought he made a good living as The Merlyn's and Queen's pilot. His family often enjoyed lavish vacations on account of both boss's generosity. It had made him weary to tell the strange group the flight plan. When their leader threatened his wife and young girls however, he began to see he had no choice. The middle-aged pilot could only hope his clients would forgive him if they ever knew.

With a heavy sigh he handed over the information. "They suspect anything…" The women with them warned.

"They won't I swear." Simon promised, gulping at the dagger held to his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut and before he could breathe, they were gone.

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Seeing Ianto in a wine red kimono with gold, silver, and black cranes, nearly made him drop his coffee. Nearly. Let's be real, it was, after all, Jones's own brew. Dropping it was like sacrilege. Still his pale skinned beauty looked edible. Malcolm wished he could blow off his tour of the new company building site, oh did he wish, but it was no to be.

"L-like? B-black y-yours D-daddy." The younger man held out another kimono. This one with a black base color and cranes in wine red, silver, and gold.

"It's time we worked on that stutter, I think." The older Merlyn decided, taking the offered kimono and setting it aside. He leaned in close, nipping at the younger man's ear. "Two words baby boy, two un-stuttered words and I'll swallow your cock right here." Malcolm purred, licking at the earlobe.

Ianto swallowed nervously. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. His older lover's hands rubbing soothing patterns along his back. "O-oh p-please…my love…" Jones's eyes cracked open and he smiled shyly.

"Well then, I'm nothing if not a man of my word." Malcolm grinned, quickly sucking on his fingers as he sank to his knees. The older Merlyn lamented that this would be a bit of a rush job, but he had no choice. Pulling his younger lover's 'robe' apart he took a long lick from tip to root before swallowing the hard member before him, whole.

Ianto was panting, twining his fingers in his older lover's hair as the man breached him with spit slicked fingers. He was being rewarded for talking, not punished. It felt weird, disconcerting, and yet… The way his angel had smiled, his savior had said he loved him, he was loved. Not despised or looked down on. If speaking made his dominant happy, if speaking got him rewards like this, Malcolm Merlyn on his knees, finger fucking him and sucking his dick like a pro. Well then, he'd have to work harder. Hell he'd work towards spouting sonnets if it got him this.

Jones was near writhing, neither knew how he remained on his feet. A well placed stoke of his prostate and a careful stab of his tongue in the younger man's leaking slit. Had Ianto spilling cum down the older man's throat with a strangled cry. "Mmm, lovely." Malcolm purred, licking his lips, sharing the taste when he moved to kiss his sweet boy. "Sadly I have meetings to attend, let's get you dressed and dropped off to the others."

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