Oliver couldn't calm himself, no matter what he did.
The latest reports were not promising. A flare up over on the other side of town insinuated that the gang he had previously quashed was resurrecting.
Diggle had told him to take a break and as he stalked across the rooftop seeking some form of release he felt a soft breeze.
Too late, he realised it was not a breeze but someone moving in the dark and he could only step back in surprise as the figure approached again.
This time a hand shot out and grabbed his belt, pulling him closer. A shift in gravity flicked him forward and he was once again a beat too late in recognising the threat of danger. He had just stepped over the edge and been seconds from falling to the street, eight stories below.
"You normally step off buildings?" a soft Welsh voice questioned as he was safely released away from the edge.
The briefest thrum of fingertips on his crotch as the hand brushed down was strangely erotic and Oliver took a deep breath to calm himself.
"I honestly didn't realise I was that close to the edge" he looked back and could see the scuff marks his soles had left on the edge of the ledge. He had been slipping onto oblivion.
"Thank you" he turned to look at the black cat but he was gone.
Oliver found his anger had dissipated and he wandered back downstairs, no longer annoyed at the day.
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"Where were you Baby?" Malcolm called out as he felt a night air creep into the penthouse.
"Needed some air Daddy" he returned as he strode into the living room.
Malcom looked up from the book he had been reading and grinned at his delicious delicacy. Ianto responded with a sneer and a wink before loping off to the bedroom.
Malcom flicked the book over his shoulder and pranced after him, revelling in the playful mood his love had returned in.
Malcolm entered the room in time to see: Ianto peel his shirt up over his head, exposing his lean body. Stepping forward, Malcolm trapped Ianto's arms still in the long sleeves of his t-shirt and kissed the partially covered face. Although Ianto's face was covered by black cloth, Malcom would swear on a stack of bibles that his eyebrow was being sarcastic again.
Malcom tasted the night in his boy' kiss and he breathed him in. With a soft moan, Ianto pulled the t-shirt the rest of the way off his face and kissed Malcolm more feverishly, struggling for his freedom.
Malcom pulled the t-shirt form Ianto's arms and let it drop as he ran his hands over the cool skin exposed just for him. Licking, kissing. Ianto was gasping as Malcolm gently bit a nipple.
Malcolm pushed Ianto back onto the bed and removed his pants, then struggled with his own. Looking back at Ianto he froze, Ianto was pleasuring himself. Fingers fucking that glorious hole as the other hand stroked that gorgeous dick.
"Hurry Cariad, I'm so hungry for you" Ianto breathed and Malcom stopped trying to get his pants over his shoes, letting them trail behind as one foot dragged them across the bed.
Malcolm fell between Ianto's legs, taking him in one swallow. As Ianto writhed and moaned, Malcolm stroked his own growing member. Finally, he struggled up the bed as a laughing bossy bottom offered the lube.
Malcolm pressed in, sighing as the friction was just right. God, Ianto was always just perfect.
As they rolled and rocked, Ianto whispered such words of endearment that Malcolm was forced to bite down. Hard. Ianto cried out and bucked under him as his orgasm erupted between them. Malcolm followed and as they lay cooling he couldn't help nut ask the question niggling at the back of his mind.
"What brought that on kitty cat?"
"Oliver" came the reply that left Malcolm wide awake staring into the dark as Ianto gently started to snore.