This being, one of my best verses, in my humble opinion...
I do hope you will enjoy this long awaited chapter!
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ENJOY!
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It wasn't the first time he had seen her. First time he'd worked up the courage to investigate. The smooth silk of his pajama set, slid silently along the wall as he crept up to the next door. Intending to spy on their new 'maid' as she changed the sheets in the guest bedroom. He never heard Malcolm creep up behind him. Biting back the yelp as his older lover plastered himself against his body.
The older Merlyn stilled, letting Ianto feel the heat of his body as a comfort not a threat. Letting him scent the masculine, yet completely unique cologne he and Laurel had made. The incense and perfume worked so well in other tense situations. Why not at home too. The first time they met and later at the jail, scent was what helped to identify Malcolm as someone safe. The cologne merely helped to speed up the process of identifying him. Foolproof because it smelled different alone, or on someone else's skin.
Feeling his sweet relax, he leaned in. Lips next to his younger lover's ear, he whispered, "What are we doing beautiful?" Slipping one hand under the sumptuous fabric of his younger lover's shirt. The other sneaking into the loose bottoms. He'd left for the bathroom earlier, thinking Jamil was still sleeping, only to find the large bed empty, his scamp gone.
They had gotten back without much fuss. The week beginning with copious amounts of sex and assurances. Not that he was complaining. Malcolm loved, and happily took advantage, of any chance to show his charge how much pleasure he deserved. The younger man had said their, often, insatiable need for each other made him feel wanted and safe. So, it was a win/win really. The older Merlyn always managed to wake up feeling frisky. This morning was no different.
"N-n-ne-new, d-d-don't t-trust her." Jones whimpered quietly, even as his arse pressed back into his older lover's obvious excitement. Starting to whimper, when
the tips of his older lover's fingers, teased his nipples and brushed along his cock.
"You're safe Jamil, Daddy will keep you safe, you're Mine! My beautiful boy." Malcolm purred, as the door shut to keep the noise down. Then a vacuum started and the older man's grin was wolfish. "I'm going to fuck you right here, think I can make you cum before she's done?" Merlyn teased, pushing his bottoms down enough to free his throbbing dick. Ianto squirmed, unsure how far to lower his pajama bottoms, but finally letting them drop to his ankles. As much as the older man liked these games. His charge trusted his older lover not to let them get caught. A situation that, no matter the circumstance would undoubtedly trigger a flashback.
Malcolm had only actually 'watched' one full assault. The memory was seared into his brain. His poor, sweet, beautiful boy was being raped by a random guard. Other guards happened upon the scene, yet instead of answering Ianto's pleas for help. The men egged, their, fellow guard on, as they set up to watch, waiting to take their own turn. Jamil Waldi gagged, yet obviously screaming, as there was often more than one thing trying to force its way into his already abused body.
The only conclusion his charge could come to: Getting caught doing anything, anything at all, meant humiliation and pain.
At the time, any time, it was more than enough to make him throw up in a trash can; while sobbing shamelessly. Gods he so wished he could kill those bastards, just one more time!
His younger lover mewed and squirmed, bringing the older Merlyn back to the more important things. Carefully, he pushed a slicked finger into Jones's waiting hole. They both moaned quietly, as he quickly, but gently, worked in two more digits. "I think you're ready for me, my sweet." The older man purred, licking the shell of his younger lover's ear.
"P-p-pl-please, oh p-p-please y-y-ye-yes my love." Ianto quietly begged, trying, but failing to control the stutter. He pressed his cheek against the cool wall, gasping, when he felt the pleasing stretch of muscles, as his body accepted Malcolm's generous length.
The older man splayed a hand across his sweet boy's hip. Brushing up and down under the shirt. Like he couldn't decide where to hold. The other wrapping around his younger lover's cock, trapping and sliding a longer shirt tail with it. The sensations only adding to his pounding rhythm of thrusts. "Gods you're so good baby boy. So, good, letting me take you like this. Cum for me my beautiful boy."
Ianto whined, he was close; really close. Then, his older lover's cock, started rubbing against his prostate. Each thrust struck perfectly. Malcolm had changed his angle. It was relentless, but it felt amazingly good. One of the older man's hands, muffling his cry as he spilled into the other. The older Merlyn's erratic pounding and resulting release. Sent Jones into another orgasm and he started to slump, his body spent.
Somehow Malcolm got them back to the master suite. He'd have to have a talk with their new 'maid'. Good cover, but not one he was expecting from their League appointed watcher. Thankfully he'd been able to distract his scamp, before she'd caught him sneaking around. He didn't want to think of what could have happened, had he not found the sneaky bum; when he did.
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More plot next time, pwomise ^^
Those two, just seem to love their Smexy Time nom noms, don't they... ~_-;