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"My shoulder is bruised" Ianto said as he exited the bathroom and headed down to the kitchen where Jack was emptying the dishwasher, "Look! Owen will be livid."
"Damn it, Ianto!" Jack had had enough. He couldn't bear another second of Ianto pouting. He placed two fingers under the man's chin and lifted his face. Jack lowered his lips to capture Ianto's and kissed him slowly, savouring the taste.
Ianto seemed to have other plans. He acted like a man starved, straddling Jack within seconds and pushing his tongue between Jack's lips, trying to control the kiss. Jack moaned and grabbed Ianto's hips, helping him roll and grind.
He was hard almost instantly and finally thankful for Ianto's outfit for the night. Those boxers would be easy, enough to remove, and then there would be nothing but perfect, smooth, porcelain skin for Jack to taste, touch, and bite. He did just that, splaying Ianto on the sofa and proceeding to worship every inch of him. The scent of Ianto's arousal spurred him on as he kissed and caressed everything from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.
The feel of bones right under skin had Jack worried.
"You've lost too much weight," he muttered before returning to his oral exploration of the man he loved more than anything.
"I know. I'm sorry." Ianto sighed and moaned, his hands moving with Jack's shoulders, keeping him close, as if afraid to lose contact. "I really try to eat more, I will try harder Cariad."
Jack knew what Ianto meant and he stopped for a second and pushed himself up so that he could catch Ianto's eyes. "Don't do that again. Don't pine for me. You have to learn to ask for what you want. What you need."
Ianto nodded, a wicked smile curling his lips.
"Then I want you to fuck me. And be quick about it."
Jack chuckled and lowered his mouth to bite a small, budded nipple. "As you wish. But that's not what I meant."
Ianto threaded his fingers through Jack's hair, keeping him right where he was, worshiping the small bead inside his mouth. "I know, I promise I won't punish myself again."
Jack bit him then, hard enough to have Ianto yelp.
"Good, 'cause I doubt I'd survive it a second time. Never leave me, never think I will leave you. Leave her behind in your memories, the only thing we don't need here is Lisa" He stood and extended a hand to help Ianto up. "Bed, now. I want you on that bed, ready for me."
Ianto flew up the stairs, leaving a chuckling Jack behind. Jack slowly followed, taking each stair slowly as he discarded items of his gear and clothing as he went.
When he reached the bedroom, Jack was naked.
He stood there, in the door frame, light from the hallway pouring in around his tall frame, revealing the vision on the bed. Ianto, naked, splayed on the large bed, was already riding his own lube-slicked fingers. He wasn't stroking his cock, and Jack could tell why just by how much pre-come he was leaking.
"You're fucking gorgeous, Ianto." Jack's voice was full of reverence, as if he were worshiping at an altar. He quickly moved across the room, crawling on the bed and over Ianto, ready to plunge deep into him. Jack saw his own desperate need mirrored in Ianto's eyes, and all he wanted to do was feel his balls slap against his boyfriend's ass.
"Hurry up," Ianto begged, and Jack silenced him with a kiss. He couldn't deny the request though. He pushed Ianto's thighs further apart and positioned his cock at the entrance, shuddering at the contact with the tight, sleek hole that always made him lose his mind.
Jack pressed forward, slowly but steadily. He could be gentle, but he couldn't stop tonight, not for a second.
Judging by his moans and rolls of his hips, Ianto wasn't any more patient than he was. When Jack bottomed out, he let out a pleasured cry that drowned Ianto's own moans and grunts.
"Move, baby. Please," Ianto begged, his whimpering voice did Jack in. He started thrusting with abandon, moving in and out of the tight heat that had his eyes rolling back in his head and his heart beating wildly.
"I love you, Ianto. Don't ever doubt that." Jack felt tears stinging his eyes, but he didn't try to wipe them off. It was nothing but an expression of emotion. Longing, and fear, and love, all jumbled in a messy, watery display.
"Never," Ianto whispered as he kissed away Jack's tears. Jack knew his boyfriend was also crying by the quiver in his voice. They'd been so stupid, Jack for never realizing why Ianto had pushed him away, for not fighting to get him back after Lisa; Ianto for never properly expressing what he needed and choosing to sacrifice their relationship to keep his job and be near him, just so Jack wouldn't resent him.
It was all in the past now, Jack realized it with utmost clarity. That phone call saying he had been attacked in the store had made his heart stop, the fact Flynn was with him made him angry beyond words.
His hips snapped faster, his upper body pressing into Ianto's. Jack loved the feel of his boyfriend's cock trapped between them, being rubbed along its length. He craved both their releases, wanting their renewed promises bathed in fresh come.
He soon got his wish, Ianto exploding first and triggering Jack's own release. They both shuddered and kissed sloppily, declaring their love in between large gulps of air. When they came down from it all, Jack had a passing thought that he should get up and get something for them to clean up a bit. He let the thought go and slid off Ianto, pulling the Welshman along with him to a side of the bed that wasn't wet from a fresh release.
Getting cleaned up could wait till morning.