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Once home, Andy demanded a blow by blow and the wig in his lap rendered him speechless.

Ianto was feeling more excited than he had in a while and he had pulled Jack to the kitchen to whisper in his ear that he was aroused and needed 'seeing to' quickly.

Jack looked at him and stroked his cheek as he tried to calm him and felt the shivering need.

"I need you" Ianto whispered, kissing Jack with a deep desire in his eyes as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, only a thin singlet between their chests as Jack's hit the floor too.

"Jesus," Jack muttered, then kissed him again, licking into his mouth.

Their tongues met and he made a soft moaning sound that had Jack's dick twitching.

Ianto's fingers slid around the back of his neck and teased the sensitive skin there. Tingles coursed down his spine and the backs of his thighs.

He traced his open mouth down the side of Ianto's neck, licked over his collarbone, and then kissed his chest over the singlet he wore. He skimmed his lips over the top of his shoulder, pushing one shoulder strap of singlet aside.

Another soft sound of pleasure rose in Ianto's throat, making him even harder. His hands slid up from his hips, beneath the loose top, curving around his waist and holding him as he ravished his mouth.

Ianto's skin was velvet beneath his rough hands, and then he couldn't resist sliding them higher. When he encountered small breasts, heat flashed through his veins.

"Oh, man," he groaned against Ianto's lips, then nipped at his plump bottom one.

"These sweet tits were hiding under here the whole time." His body burned as he filled his palms with perfect, soft flesh tipped with hard nipples. His mouth watered with the need to taste.

Ianto's head fell back and his chest pushed forward as he palmed his little breasts, gently squeezing and rubbing. Sweet Jesus, there was nothing like the feel of a tits in his hands, so warm and lush and pliant.

These would provide sustenance to their child, these emerging lumps of goodness.

They rose and fell with Ianto's his shuddering breaths, turning him on even more.

And apparently turning Ianto on too, judging by his response.

"Wow," Ianto moaned. "I feel so . . ."

"So what, baby?" Jack licked Ianto's bottom lip.

"So . . . hot."

"Mmm. Me too. Look at you, sexy boy, all flushed and panting. Are you aching?"

"Yes. Oh God, yes. Right deep in my arse."

Jack groaned. "Christ."

He lifted Ianto and inserted his thigh between his. Ianto gasped and held on tighter. Deliberately he pressed his thigh against his throbbing dick.

Through their jeans, he could feel damp the pre-cum spot was.

A moan leaked from Ianto's lips and he moved against him. He knew that movement, and what he was seeking. Heat blasted through his body as he caressed those breasts again and rocked his thigh into the soft warmth.

"Oh yeah," Ianto panted, riding his thigh. "Oh, my God, that feels good."

His head fell back. "Want more . . ."

Jack's breathing stopped and his body went still. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Please . . . oh, please . . ."

"What do you want, Ianto?" He kissed his throat. "You need to be very clear."

"I'm always clear." Ianto's hips rolled deeper against him.

His dick throbbed, begging to be inside him. "Okay, good. Tell me exactly what you want."

"Sex."

The clinical word uttered in a breathy tone almost made him laugh.

He touched his lips to Ianto's cheek. "You want me to fuck you, gorgeous?"

"Yes. That's what I want."

Jack huffed as he continued to fondle his Welshman.

"I don't understand what's happening," Ianto said.

"I mean I understand biology," he continued. "You know . . . hormones."

"Yeah." He paused. Jesus, he really did like to analyze everything. He leaned closer to Ianto so their noses were almost touching, their gazes joined. "How about we forget about hormones and just enjoy the moment, hmmm?"

He brushed his lips over Ianto's.

"Yeah. Sure."

"I'm gonna make you feel good. So good you forget your own name," Jack vowed. "You won't be thinking about hormones or biology. You won't be thinking about any damn thing."

Ianto blinked and then to his surprise, he smiled. "Pretty confident, aren't you?"

He gave Ianto a slow smile in response. "Why yes. Yes I am."

In a series of efficient moves, he reversed their position and planted his sweet arse on the table. He had his jeans open in no time and worked the tight denim down his legs. Legs that were indeed spectacular, and not only to look at—he ran his hands down their muscled length.

Ianto's boots dropped to the floor as the jeans came off and then Jack dropped to his knees in front of him.

A thin silken pair of boxers was between his mouth and his dick. His hands landed on Ianto's inner thighs and pushed them wider.

Falling to his elbows on the table, he gasped. "What are you doing?"

"Just feel it. Close your eyes, baby, and let go."

"Oh God." Ianto whimpered, "We're in the kitchen Jack … I …."

He pressed his open mouth to the cotton triangle, savouring his damp head.

"Oh God!"

Jack nibbled at him through the fabric with his lips, turned his head to kiss his inner thigh on one side, the other, then licked along the edge of his boxers. Ianto's inner thighs tightened against his hand and his belly muscles quivered.

He dipped his head lower again, sucking at him through the fabric, wetting them more than they already were. The faint taste of him made Jack's head spin and his dick harden even more.

Pleasure knifed through him.

He pulled the boxers to the side. There wasn't much of them so it was easy to bare Ianto to him.

He studied him. "So pretty," he murmured. "Look at you, all pink and swollen."

He touched one fingertip to velvety softness.

"Ungh."

He licked over the softest skin, so gently.

A ripping sound had his head lifting.

Damn.

In his excitement he'd tugged too hard on the fabric and one side had separated from the elastic.

"Damn. Sorry." Then he shrugged and yanked the fabric away from him, tossing it aside. "Ah well, it was in the way anyway."

He wasn't sure if Ianto had even noticed.

Ianto said nothing, just let out a stream of soft breathy sounds of pleasure as he licked him again, up and down, sucking on soft flesh, then using his tongue to penetrate the slit and taste him more deeply.

Ianto cried out.

"Jesus." He sucked at Ianto. "So goddamn juicy and sweet. Fucking addicting."

He could do this forever, and he wished they had forever.

He also wished they were in a soft bed, because the floor was hard on his knees and he was sprawled out on a table.

A voice in the back of his mind said there was a bed, just across the hallway but somehow, he was too invested now to pause, even for a two minute relocation.

He circled Ianto hole with his tongue and then licked over it.

Ianto 's body jolted and his fingers curled into fists. "Jack!"

"Mmm." He tongued the swollen nub, back and forth, back and forth. Ianto's body trembled and his abs contracted. Close . . . he closed his lips around him and sucked.

Ianto's soft scream registered.

He hoped it wasn't loud enough to have people running to see what was going on, because the door had no lock. They'd walk in on quite a sight. He pushed that thought away and gave his dick one last long stroke of his tongue and a kiss on the tiny bump above the curls.

He surged to his feet and studied him as he opened his jeans and released his stiff, aching dick.

Christ Ianto was gorgeous. His face had gone pink, his eyes heavy-lidded and his lips parted as he watched him palming himself.

"Still want this, baby?" he murmured, giving his dick a shake.

Ianto lifted glowing eyes to his and gave him a lazy smile. "Oh yeah."

"How'd that feel?" He moved closer, bent his knees and slid the head of his cock through his ring of muscles.

"So good."

"You're really hot." That was good.

Ianto was also slicked and soft for him and he began to push inside him, inch by inch.

"And tight." He groaned. His balls pulled up as hard as walnuts at the base of his cock.

Ianto's eyes fell closed and he rolled down flat on his back, knocking some papers and one of the glasses they'd been drinking from onto the floor. Luckily it didn't break.

"That's it, gorgeous. Just feel it."

"It feels amazing."

"I know. Christ . . ." It wasn't going to take much. "I know."

He pushed Ianto's legs up and back and held on to brace him as he began to slide in and out, going deeper, harder.

Then he slid a hand to find his dick.

Ianto jerked but moaned.

"Want you to come. With me inside you."

Ianto opened his mouth as if to speak but all that came out was a moan.

He jerked Ianto's dick with more force, dividing his focus between that and his own orgasm, tingles brewing deep in his lower back.

Ianto gave that faint scream again and his body squeezed him hard. "Holy hell, I can feel that."

Jack gasped as electricity sizzled up his spine. Ecstasy erupted in his balls and his entire body seized with unbearable pleasure. He roared his excitement as his cock jerked inside Ianto in wrenching spasms.

He fell over her to kiss Ianto's mouth, keeping them joined as their bodies shuddered together.

Ianto's hands lifted to grip his shoulders, his thighs tightening on his hips.

The crazy, impulsive riskiness was like a drug to him, along with the taste of Ianto on his tongue, the scent of him, the feel of Ianto's hot body clamped around him.

"Okay," Ianto finally said on an exhalation. "You were right. What's my name again?"

His humour tugged a smile to Jack's lips and he rubbed his nose alongside Ianto's.

"Beautiful Ianto."

"You know, if you hadn't remembered, this wouldn't go well."

He chuckled and they smiled into each other's eyes.

As if he would ever forget him.