Author's Note: This is it. My first sex scene. I apologize in advance for it. I suppose that I should warn you about the content, but I say that my writing is more worthy of the M.
"Do you have a problem with that color?" Jack said, fingers tracing Ianto's Jaw as he gently kissed the Welshman's neck.
"Not really a problem with the color, per se." He slipped Jack's shirt from his shoulders.
"More what it takes for you to see me in it. I mean I did buy a shirt this color." Ianto said, running his fingers gently through the other man's hair.
"You did, though I have to say, it doesn't do as much as the flesh itself." Jack nipped lightly at the Welshman's neck, eliciting a moan from him.
"I can't argue with that logic. It's the same as you always wearing blue, but it never really-" Ianto paused, Jack's ministrations abruptly halting his thoughts.
"Never really what?" Jack asked, pulling away from Ianto to look him in the eye. Ianto ran a thumb gently under the other man's eye.
"Your eyes." Ianto kissed Jack then, soft and tender, tongues not fighting for dominance, as is their custom, but dancing graceful in the elegant waltz of passion. The melody of soft moans pacing the dance steps of fingers across skin as the lovers caressed away the pains and angers of life, replacing each one with a feeling of warmth and love. Ianto straddled his Captain's hips, their trousers preventing the skin on skin contact both men craved.
"Yan, are you sure that this is what you want?" The immortal inquired, anxiety and fear clouding around his lust and affection. Ianto cradled the other man's face in his hands, thumbs stroking cheeks as eyes bored into azure eyes.
"Captain Jack Harkness. You are my partner." Jack nodded slightly smiling nervously at Ianto. "I want nothing more than you right now." Ianto said, another kiss, this one more fierce, sending Jack sprawling across the bed.
"Partner huh? That's a title I could get used to." Jack said between kisses. Ianto held a finger to the other man's mouth. The finger traced first the immortal's lips, following their outline before trailing across his cheek. Jack shivered, the feather light touches across his overheated skin sending waves of sensation through his body. Ianto felt this too, his bond with the Captain linking him into each and every touch.
"You can feel this, can't you?" Jack panted, trailing his own fingers languidly across the sensitive skin of Ianto's back. "Everything I feel. The lust, the love, even the pleasure." Ianto nodded, his Captains words making his actions that much more erotic. "So when you take me. Here, tonight, you'll feel everything you give. Every wave of pleasure that rips through my body will shudder through yours as well." Ianto swallowed hard, his length throbbing painfully in its confines with every word that Jack rasped.
"Jack, if you plan on get your pants off, then you might wish to hold your tongue." Ianto, however, ignored his own advice, sliding down to run his tongue over Jack's chest, down the smooth plains to the waistband of his trousers. The immortal whimpered slightly as the solid weight of his lover pressed against him. Ianto teased and toyed with the tender exposed flesh of the immortal's hips. Jack tangled his fingers in the sheets of the bed he hadn't remembered moving to, writhing in vain against his lover. Ianto looked the immortal in the eyes, reading the passion and need in them. The Archivist moved his teeth down to the zip of his Captains trousers, unfastening them in one swift movement. His chin grazed the solid surface of his lovers passion in the process, causing both men to shiver with need.
"Yan, stop teasing me, and get on with it." Jack barked, as the Welshman continued his tongue and tooth taunting, ignoring the now blatantly obvious need the immortal had. Jack growled once more in agitated pleasure, as those selfsame teeth grazed his length, the tongue soothing the skin behind it. In one swift movement the Welshman devoured his lover to the root, causing the captain to gasp at the sudden warmth. Ianto wanted to draw this out, he wanted to show his lover exactly what his bid for domesticity would earn him, but the intensity of his own need was only amplified by Jack's desire pouring out to him. Jack curled his fingers desperately into Ianto's once immaculate hair, mussing it with every sensation that poured through him. The archivist hollowed his cheeks and hummed, driving the immortal over the edge of oblivion.
Jack panted, his lungs allowing no passionate exclamation as he poured himself into the willing mouth of his lover. The Welshman, gasped, sharing Jack's vision of stars, but not his release. The immortal looked down his chest at Ianto, the Welshman's near black eyes, wild hair, and panting lips stirring once again the desire in him. He wanted Ianto to claim him. To take him as his own. The immortal fumbled beside him, pawing open the bedside table and extracting the items required for him to get his wish. Ianto saw the frantic attempt to relay Jack's message and obliged. Two sets of trousers were hastily dismissed, as well as a pair of pants. Jack couldn't force enough air into his lungs to speak, yet Ianto felt what was needed. Confirmation. Jack wanted to prove to Ianto that he was giving himself to the Welshman, in the best way he could, by letting Ianto have him fully.
Ianto pressed a butterfly kiss to Jack's entrance, before inserting a lube covered finger. Jack tensed, the invading digit something he had long grown unaccustomed to. The immortal relaxed around it, gesturing for Ianto to continue. A second finger joined the first, causing a loud moan to escape the immortals lips. Ianto slowly moved the digits, scissoring them slightly, preparing his lover for himself. A third digit joined the first two, quickly reducing Jack to a pleading quivering mass.
"Yan." He rasped, unnecessarily. Ianto was a step ahead. Prepping himself messily with one hand while pleasuring Jack with the other. Jack spread his legs wide, wrapping them around the Welshman agilely, a pillow slipping beneath his hips. Ianto readied himself at his lovers entrance. Looking to Jack for permission. The barest of nods was more than was needed. The Archivist slowly pushed his length into his lover, straining against the warmth and tightness. Jack gasped, panting heavily as his body rushed to adjust to the sudden fullness. Ianto could feel the mixture of pain and pleasure swirling through his lover, his own arousal begging for release. He held still though, battling himself for the sake of the man that he loved.
Jack bucked against Ianto's hips, begging for movement. The Welshman obliged, moving slowly at first, measured strokes to further adjust his lover. Jack growled impatiently. He picked up the pace himself, impaling himself against every thrust, speeding the Welshman further. Ianto caught the hint, fingers digging into hips as he bent over his lovers chest, every thrust deep and well placed, swiftly pulling both men to a climax.
Jack pushed himself up slightly, kissing Ianto fiercely, their tongues battling for dominance The sudden change in angle enough to push him over the edge. He gasped his lover's name as he collapsed back onto the bed, the Welshman following near instantly behind him. Ianto fell onto Jack's chest, both shaking, muscles constricting as they rode the waves of their orgasms. They laid there together, sweaty, sticky, half asleep, and wrapped in each other's arms. Jack glanced down at his chest, seeing his Ianto nearly asleep. He placed a hand gently on Ianto's cheek.
"Sleep well, Yan. And Thank you." Ianto smiled softly, unable to speak, but sending one last message to the immortal before exhaustion claimed them both.
"I love you Jack."