Thanks everyone who has shown support ... this is sometimes a hard story but I doo intend keeping it going ... promise xxx
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Malcolm complained about the distance to travel back, he was tired.
After the battle, weary and blood lusted, he was reverting to Grumpy-Bum Malcolm.
Why was it so dark?
Why could they not have brought a car?
Why do people not close their drapes like moral people around here?
Did I just stand in cat shit?
Are there bats up here?
Are you listening to me?
Ianto sighed softly and stretched, flexing his aching muscles and distracting the Grump.
As they navigated the roof tops home Malcolm swept his gaze over Ianto's shoulders, along the delicate channel of his spine, the soft roundness of his bottom, the dimples where he'd place his thumbs if he were to— Heat rushed between his legs, stirring his cock.
The black clothing left little to his imagination and the raw scent that wafted from him was intoxicating, as was his dancer's gait.
Ianto hesitated at the corner of a roof and looked back, seeing his beloved panting and not from exertion.
"Really Cariad?" he laughed softly.
Malcolm leaned against a skylight as he leered, winking as his lovely Welshman snorted.
Ianto stalked over to Malcolm and reached for him, pulling him away from the skylight.
As his cool hands slipped over Malcolm's hips, he sought out his mouth, vaguely recalling that first beautiful vision he'd seen when he first met this man.
One that had come to pass.
The intense lovemaking.
Ianto sucked his earlobe into his mouth, sliding his teeth over it, and Malcolm groaned.
Malcolm's erection strained further against his leather breeches, pressing into the softness
between Ianto's legs as Ianto pressed in closer and Malcolm was sitting on the edge of the building, spreading his legs further for the friction.
It was torturous that he was this close to him but not inside. He groped for the edge of his shirt.
Ianto's deep throaty chuckle, egging him on.
Then Ianto bit down, hard.
He yelped.
"Shhh," Ianto whispered, "Don't want to wake the neighbourhood Cariad."
He grabbed a fistful of her Malcolm's hair and cupped his crotch through the leather. His cock swelled as Malcolm let out a squeal of protest and squirmed against him.
He heard a few chuckles in there as well.
He was strangely touched that Malcolm was wearing the new breaches Ianto had bought this specifically for him.
By the time he got to the final button, a trail of need stretched from the nape of Malcolm's neck and down the curve of his back.
A delicious heat pooled low in his belly.
Why try to deny it?
Ianto hooked his thumbs on either side of the opening and Malcolm held his breath.
He moulded himself more tightly against him and let his erection jam against his own, a promise of what awaited
Imagining Ianto's thick shaft greedily pushing its way into his body, filling him to the brink, he could hardly wait.
It would be incredible, of that he was certain.
He was a masterful, commanding lover.
Ianto would take what he wanted from him and wouldn't be gentle, but he had a feeling it'd be exactly what he needed.
They both needed tonight.
As if he were inside some magical dream the world began to spin around him, taking them higher and higher his hand on his dick, pinching, twisting, just to the point of pain.
Malcolm's core aching from the hard, rhythmic pressure. A gathering, low in his belly.
Until…until…
He stifled a scream as he came.
Ianto laughed softly as he milked his beloved, watching Malcolm's eye roll into the back of his head as he shuddered against him, grunting.
This man was nothing like Jack.
This man let him take control, gave in to him, trusted him and eagerly … no greedily accepted his administrations.
Ianto eased him back into his breeches and buttoned them back up, kissing Malcolm one more time before encouraging him to move.
"When we get home, I want that in me!" he whispered seductively.
Malcolm whined as he started to run, Ianto smiling as he easily swept across the rooftops.
Heading home.
Home.
Malcolm beat him there.