This is a gift for the challenge I placed in "Walter Verse". Everyone got to guess who the stalker was. This is for Schuneko for her guess, it was wrong but I love your passion. Passion is good! As this is her fave Verse this is the only one-shot gifted to here. Just for you darlin'.
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Malcolm woke slowly to the sensation of falling. Ianto was pulling hims forcefully foorm the bed, anbd he landed with an inelegant thump onto the floor.
"Toto?" Malcolm said sleepily as Ianto grabbed him by the ankles and proceeded to drag him across the floor.
Malcolm was torn with the desire to struggle free and the captivating image of a naked, sweat- covered Ianto exerting his muscles as he planted his feet and pulled. God he was gorgeous.
The deck balcony was cooler than the sticky bed, and Malcolm hummed softly at the gentle breeze. It had been sweltering in the penthouse, and every door and window gaping open had done little to improve their dilemma. For a power cut to have knocked out the air conditioning and then for the heat to increase had been the final straw for a tired and tetchy Welshman.
Ianto knelt beside Malcolm and encouraged him to roll. Malcolm rolled over onto a soft duvet and sighed again as a pillow was slid under his head.
When Ianto's mouth found his cock, Malcolm put all thoughts of the heat aside. Ianto took him deep, Ianto's breath ticklinged his pubes, and Ianto bit down lightly. With a bark of pleasure/pain, Malcolm shuddered. A finger breached and explored while that naughty mouth worked it's magic, and Malcolm was soon gasping and pleading for release.
Ianto straddled him and slid inside. Malcolm was prepared, but Ianto's wide girth always burned for the first few strokes, and Malcolm had come to love that feeling of the burn. Ianto leaned in for a kiss and Malcolm groaned at the change of position that drove Ianto deeper and trapped his own neglected cock between their bellies.
With a feral grin, Ianto slid up and down as he snapped his hips and Malcom threw his head back with delight.
As Malcolm came, Ianto reached down between their bellies and squeezed his cock, ensuring maximum impact. Ianto's own orgasm came soon after, and as both men lay panting and cooling in the breeze, Ianto rolled onto his back and stared up at the roof above them.
The flickering shadows as Canary fled told him that she had watched the entire tryst.
Malcolm looked over at his lover and snorted at the grin he could see in the moonlight. Ianto looked like the cat who had got the canary.
Enjoy the view, little birdie?