Malcolm stared at the drawer with open shock.
Looking for his cufflinks, opening the drawers in the shared wardrobe, he never expected to find this.
Watches. Wristwatches, pocket watches … damn … that looks like one of Oliver's.
Malcolm remembered his promise to give his little minx some special gifts and giggled as his find showed him that Ianto was more than capable of taking his own trophies.
Naughty, naughty minx.
"Mine"
Malcolm spun around and flushed, looking like a naughty child then he remembered that Ianto was the one who had "acquired" these treasures.
"What a naughty little kitty kat!" Malcolm growled and Ianto's eyes flashed with mirth.
"Mine" he whispered as he stalked forward and into Malcolm's personal space, rubbing their noses together gently.
"Yours" Malcolm whispered back as he felt agile fingers tugging at his robe ties.
"Want more?" Malcolm asked and Ianto's eyes widened with glee.
Malcolm gave a bark of pleasure as Ianto deep throated him and looked up eagerly from his task to see if his love was happy with his progress.
"Yes baby, so good, suck like a good boy" Malcom panted and he grinned down at the sloppy grin he saw looking up.
"Oh Ianto, you are so beautiful around my cock" Malcom groaned and Ianto hummed with pleasure at the compliment.
A finger breached Malcolm and he began to pant harder as he leaned back against the drawers, another stretching and probing as Malcolm closed his eyes and let his little Panther take control.
Ianto growled as he pulled him down, laying him on the deep carpet as he rubbed their engorged members together.
Malcolm was whining as Ianto swapped his fingers for his dick and Malcolm could only moan deeply as Ianto pushed in.
Soon Ianto was panting in tie to his thrusts as Malcolm writhed beneath him, begging, pleading and even laughing as Ianto growled and bit at his throat.
Malcolm came hard and fast, screaming with pleasure as Ianto quickly followed, his fingernails leaving gouges down Malcolm's side.
Kitty got claws.
As they lay in the afterglow, Malcolm reached into a drawer and presented a soft cloth pouch to his baby.
Ianto cooed and opened the pouch, then sat up with a gasp.
A solid gold Rolex, diamonds and rubies marking the hour.
The inscription on the back read
To my kitty
From your Magician
Ianto giggled as he put it on, cooing at it as it glinted in the lights.
"Happy baby?"
"Yes Daddy, pretty shiny."
Malcolm laughed and snuggled with his baby, naked and debauched.
Pretty indeed.