Upon entering their flat, two things were abundantly clear. One was that Ianto was an excellent actor, and the other was that eyesight was not an issue that would hinder him in bed. As soon as the door shut the Welshman pounced, his former fatigue forgotten as his lips seared to the immortal's. Jack could barely move, so stunned by the attack was he. The Welshman's hands tore at Jack's shirt, nearly tearing it as he yanked it off. The immortal reacted, finally coming to his senses. His fingers tangled in Ianto's hair as he returned the brutal kiss, teeth and tongues clashing in their fervor. The stood there for a moment, hands wrapped in hair, lips fused and bodies pressed together. Jack was the first to break away, a soft grin forming under darkened eyes.
"Welcome back Ianto Jones." Ianto chuckled, stepping back to kick off his shoes, only to find a chair blocking his path. He tripped, sprawling over it and onto the floor. The captain laughed, reaching a hand down to help his lover up. Instead, he found himself being pulled to the floor on top of the Welshman. Ianto grinned, rolling them over and straddling his lover's hips.
"Glad to be back, sir." Jack ran his fingers over the fading bruises on his lovers face, to the split lip and cut cheek. There was a pause, were they simply gazed at each other, each one searching for proof that this was real. That they were actually both alive and ok.
"Ianto, about what happened, before we woke up. Was it just me or-" Ianto shook his head, his lips finding the captains, this one much more tender than those shared previously.
"You brought me back, Jack. I was gone, I was dead, really dead, and you brought me back." The captain smiled, before rolling them over once more. Ianto let out a surprised yelp at the unexpected move, but was quickly reduced to a moan as the immortal's lips found themselves latched to his neck. The Captain nipped at the tender flesh, kissing and sucking. The moans that were escaping his lover were nothing short of filthy, and the captain found himself responding in kind.
"Jack." The Welshman breathed, pushing himself up on his forearms." The immortal pressed down, trying to keep Ianto pinned to the floor. "Jack, bedroom." The captain pouted, rubbing one hand warmly over the Welshman's clothed chest.
"Do you really want to stop?" Ianto pouted, forcing himself off the floor, and nearly toppling his lover over in the process. Ianto stood, only to see Jack sprawled across the floor of the foyer, and Ianto's breath caught. It had been such a short time since his captain had last been in such a position, yet here they were. But oh how the circumstances had changed. The Welshman reached a hand down, ripping the captain's wrist and yanking him up, the two men colliding in a kiss at the top.
"Bedroom." The immortal panted between kisses. They stumbled through the flat, hands working overtime to shed each other of their clothing. They collapsed onto the couch, neither one capable of making to any further. Ianto sat on his lover's lap once more, their shafts rubbing together in the process. Jack moaned, his head falling back against the couch. The Welshman smirked, grinding his hips mercilessly against the captain's. He leaned in, his lips trailing butterfly kisses against the immortals neck before he bared down. His teeth sinking into the tanned flesh of Jack's shoulder. The captain chocked, no painfully close to the edge. Ianto reached between them, his fingers grazing teasingly against Jack's sensitive flesh.
"Fuck. Yan." The Welshman chuckled.
"Lube?" Jack shook his head,
"You wanna move?" Ianto smiled and took the captains hand off of his hip. He slowly took two fingers into his mouth, laving them with his tongue. Jack shuddered, but took the hint. Withdrawing his hand from his lover's mouth, he reached behind him, slowly inserting a finger into his lover. Ianto groaned, the familiar intrusion welcome and needed. His muscles welcomed a second and third finger with little resistance, as the immortal expertly worked them around his lover's entrance. Ianto pulled up after a moment, needing to be full. With little warning he sheathed himself fully on his lover, both men nearly shouting at the rush of sensation pouring through them. Their bond was back, and it was stronger than it had been before. Every minute sensation came into focus. Each man was hyper aware of the pleasure felt by his partner. Ianto moved slowly, knowing just how dangerously close Jack was to the edge, and how far behind him he was. Jack too, saw the dilemma, and reached between them, gripping Ianto firmly in one hand.
"Jack" Ianto breathed, the sudden friction steadily drawing him forward. The Welshman quickened his pace, now fully riding his lover as they hastened towards their climax. Ianto circled his hips suddenly, bearing down on the captain. The sudden change in angle sent him over the edge, stars bursting behind his eyelids as he poured himself into Jack's hand. The immortal shouted Ianto's name as he came. Ianto collapsed into Jack, completely spent. The immortal wrapped his arms around his lover, unable to do much more than hold him limply and panting for breath. Moments passed as they curled together, neither one wanting to move. Necessity beat out convenience, as their muscles started to cramp from their awkward arrangement. With the utmost reluctance, Ianto slid off of Jack's lap, unable to stand. Jack smiled over at his lover, standing and pulling the Welshman up to him. They supported each other to the bedroom, both men collapsing, exhausted, onto the bed. Neither one bothered with cleaning himself, too tired for such an activity. As they faded into unconsciousness, one thing was for sure. They were both back, ad they weren't leaving each other any time soon.