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Beta-ed: GlassSplinter

Ianto felt a mattress under his back. He felt submerged in Jack's own scent. The whole room exuded Jack, he felt surrounded by Jack, there was nowhere to escape, nothing safe. Then Jack turned him on his side and placed that funny pillow between his legs and under his head. The pillow didn't smell like Jack, it had that new shop smell. He buried his nose into it, grateful for some contact with the everyday world, but then Jack thrust into him and he forgot those kinds of worries.

Ianto found that sensation rather wonderful. His teeth clenched in attempt to suppress his moans, but the effort was futile. He was a lost cause, Jack owned him from that first thrust into him. He could pretend it would be something completely casual between the two of them when he was topping Jack over his desk. He was in control, and the sex wasn't all that different. The fact that it was a man under him wasn't that strange. It was exciting really. But the thing down in the archives was something else. It wasn't about Jack thrusting his cock inside him; it was about what Jack made him feel. He made him feel sad, excited, exhilarated and terrified at the same time. And beyond all that, he felt need, overwhelming need, hunger for Jack. He limited their encounters to control and hid that hunger. Jack wasn't a person he would trust with that kind of weakness, that kind of power over him. Because it was a power; he feared that he wouldn't turn Jack down if he clinched him in front of everybody. Maybe this would satisfy his appetite.

He closed his eyes and let Jack lead him in gentle waves. It seemed like Jack knew exactly what he was doing. His movements were slow like they were resting rather than having sex. The first hour was pure delight. He could almost reach a feeling of satisfaction, a feeling that he had enough. Then Jack started to toss him around to shake things up. He even forced him to sit on top of him and move. That was torture, he almost screamed and begged to turn him loose and finish with it. But Jack turned him down on his knees and with few long steady thrust satisfied his need just enough to make him stand this a little longer. He positioned them back on the side but in another direction and continued with long, slow moves and periods where they were laying still and doing nothing. In that whole time, Ianto discovered that his erection didn't loosen up, not even little bit.

Jack was laying on Ianto's back anchored into him, he just lay there, didn't do anything and their erections pulsed steadily like something stimulating was happening. Ianto wasn't complaining about his weight on him, he found it comforting. But how long was this going to go on? He forced himself to open his eyes and focused on the clock. That couldn't be right.

"Ok," He muffled in the sheet. "You win." He couldn't bring himself to move. He'd be wasted from this for days.

"Oh, already?" Ianto could clearly hear disappointment in Jack's voice.

"Yes," Ianto still didn't lift his head up. "It's been three and a half hours now; that means that you beat my estimation by half an hour." And in that time Jack didn't leave his backside not for a moment, and his erection hadn't lost it's hard-on for an inch.

"Hmm," Jack lowered his head and rubbed his nose on Ianto's cheek. "Does that mean that you're done, don't want go further, and see how far it goes? After all, it was your question, how long I can go." His voice was deep and rich, inviting.

He really should say stop, it's enough, no more. But the problem was that he was still comfortable and wasn't nearly done yet. His hunger was still there, and when would he get another opportunity like this one? His silence went on a moment too long, and that was all the encouragement that Jack needed. He moved slightly and turned his cock around in a way that made Ianto moan uncontrollably. Jack laughed lustfully and Ianto buried his face in the pillow.

Ianto lost track of time. Jack manoeuvred him around changing positions and changing pace from slow to fast, back to none and then slow. Ianto wasn't very surprised that Jack had managed to do all that, but was surprised that he was able to keep up, to sustain all that and keep wanting more. In the process Ianto realized what the pillow was for. It was for him to support his aching arms and legs, and it was welcomed support. The bottles of water tasted refreshing, and he didn't even want to know the ratio of used tubes.

After a while weariness caught up with him and he felt his heart pounding, his breath deepening and it became very hard to open his eyes. The hunger was still there, and he had to accept that it wouldn't go away that easily.

"Enough," Ianto panted. "No more, can't even come anymore, just let me sleep. You won."

"Can't come?" Jack whispered in his ear. "Now that's just disappointing. I'd just love to feel you squirm and pant." Ianto stopped breathing, his eyes opened up wide. "And that little moan that you make, it just throws me off the grid. Not to mention how your cock jumps around looking irresistible and appetizing." With those words Jack put his palm on his cock and Ianto realized how little Jack had touched him in the past hours. His hips pressed him into Jacks palm. He felt Jack grin on his cheek. "Now that's my Ianto, always ready to deliver what I need. Come for me Ianto." Jack pressed a kiss on his cheek and that made Ianto moan. He pressed his head back on Jacks shoulder and lifted his leg to grant Jack's hand free passage. Jack stroke him up and down gently, his cock inside Ianto didn't move, but it was enough. More than enough. Ianto caught himself moan uncontrollably, and his spine arched wildly while he relished an orgasm he didn't believe he had in him. While his body was calming down he felt Jack's orgasm, it took him just a little squeeze to get that out of him. It was somehow soothing feeling when Jacks cock finally started to deflate. Then came the silence, and it was a nice sound. Ianto curled under the blanket.

Now I'll sleep, he thought to himself.