A/N: As already hinted in the last chapter, welcome to a chapter of smut. If you like it, please enjoy! If you don't, you can skip this chapter without missing any of the plot. This chapter is only slighly edited (full version on A03) since in my opinion it's not that graphic.
They stumbled into the flat as soon as Ianto unlocked the door. Jack had captured his mouth with a hungry kiss as he ushered him over the threshold. His hands were about to loosen the young man's tie and undo the first button of his shirt when Ianto intervened and clasped his hands in his own.
"Stop. Stop, Jack!" Ianto whispered into his ear.
"Why?" Jack whined and leaned in for another kiss. To his dismay, Ianto turned his head away.
"I want to take the lead," Ianto declared firmly.
A wide grin spread across Jack's face.
"What do you want to do," he inquired eagerly. "Repay my blow-job from the archives?"
"No," Ianto said, blushing. "Remember my sensitive gag reflex?"
Jack wrinkled his nose slightly. "Yeah, I do."
They'd tried a couple of times, to no avail, and Jack didn't want to make Ianto feel uncomfortable. He gently kissed him on the lips.
"What then?"
"I want your complete attention," Ianto said quietly, a solemn gaze in his eyes.
"You always have," Jack said softly.
"No. I really don't," Ianto said, his voice tinged with sadness.
Before Jack could respond, it was Ianto's turn to kiss him and push him against the wall. Jack loved it when Ianto showed his bossy side. A small moan escaped him, and he chuckled into the kiss before Ianto broke away.
"Give me your coat," the young man said, and Jack did as he was told. Once the coat was safely hung on the hanger next to the door, a smile spread over Ianto's face. He snatched Jack's braces and pulled him into the bedroom.
Jack lay naked on the bed, waiting impatiently for his lover to return. Ianto had excused himself only moments ago, returning to the living room to get a drink. As he leaned his head against the headrest, he let his mind wander.
He'd enjoyed their evening at the bowling alley. They really should do more team nights like that in the future. He sucked at bowling, but he sure looked good doing it.
Jack smiled as he remembered the impression he had made on the young ladies of the hen party. All he had to do was give them a little attention, and they would willingly lie at his feet. It was a game he had always enjoyed and excelled at.
He thought about Ianto's odd remark at the front door. Had he really not paid enough attention to him? He racked his brain but couldn't remember. Didn't they all have fun tonight?
His train of thought was interrupted when Ianto returned to the bedroom with a glass filled with ice cubes and a bottle of whisky. He'd taken off his jacket and loosened his tie. Jack sat up from his relaxed position as Ianto placed everything on the bed, curious to see what they were about to do.
To his surprise, Ianto shook his head and motioned to him to lay back again.
Confused, he moved back and leaned against the headrest, watching Ianto intently. He wondered why his lover had only brought one glass instead of two.
Ianto reached over the pile of Jack's clothes lying on a chair near the bed and snatched up the braces.
"Get your hands behind your head," Ianto said with a looped grin.
Jack bit his lips as his pupils dilated. Yes, he loved Ianto being bossy.
Eagerly, he put his hands behind his head, and Ianto slung the braces around his wrists and secured them at the bed frame. With a quick pull, Jack tested how tightly he was bound or if the restraints were in danger of coming loose again. Ianto knew how to tie a proper knot, and the braces kept his wrists firmly in place.
"Don't pull too hard, they're my favourites," Ianto whispered into his ear before sitting up again.
Jack's eyes sparkled with excitement.
Ianto reached for the tie that hung loosely around his neck and undid the knot. With a few swift moves, he blindfolded Jack.
"I told you I want your undivided attention," Ianto explained.
Jack's long eyelashes scratched over the soft fabric of the silk tie as he blinked into the unexpected darkness.
With a wide grin, he waited for what was to come.
He felt Ianto shift his weight on the bed, and then he heard him unscrew the bottle and pour the contents into the glass.
"You are drinking without me?" he pouted.
Moments later, he felt Ianto's hot breath next to his ear. The young man playfully licked along his earlobe. "You'll get your share."
Then Ianto's lips brushed his own. The gentle pressure increased as his tongue begged for entry. Jack eagerly opened his mouth and let Ianto slip inside. As their tongues touched, he perceived the sweet and malty aftertaste of the whisky. Jack felt desire shoot through his body as their kiss deepened. The urge to touch Ianto made him tug at his bonds.
To his dismay, the motion caused Ianto to break off the kiss. Jack immediately missed the soft touch of his lips, so he tried to get up, begging for more.
He felt Ianto's firm hands on his chest, pushing him back down.
"Don't try to free yourself, and you'll get what you want," the young man said from above.
Jack felt his weight shift again on the bed, and finally, Ianto climbed over him, pinning his body between both legs. The pressure of Ianto's bare thighs felt warm on Jack's cool skin, and his length stirred in anticipation.
Then he felt Ianto's lips on his own again, less gentle and more demanding. For a brief moment, their tongues danced around each other, and then Ianto's mouth moved lower, dipping small kisses on his jaw. Teasingly, he let the tip of his tongue travel further down Jack's long, exposed neck. He started sucking on the tender skin, leaving small, tingling spots that caused a burning sensation.
Jack squirmed in anticipation, but Ianto held him in place. The lack of visual input, combined with the intense feeling of Ianto's gentle caresses, drove him crazy.
"Patience, my captain," Ianto hummed as he licked one of the sore spots on Jack's skin, making him shiver.
"Easier said than done," Jack gasped as he stared into the blackness of Ianto's blindfold. His skin tingled from the light touches while heat spread through his body and pooled in his groin.
These had only been kisses; Ianto hadn't even laid hands on him yet.
Jack heard the whisky glass cling again, and something cold was placed on his chest, causing him to shiver and shrink deeper into the mattress.
"Stay still," came the order from above.
"But it's cold," Jack pouted.
"Yes," Ianto said as Jack realised it had to be one of the ice cubes.
He felt Ianto's fingers pick it up and draw little circles on his chest with the slowly melting ice. The cold wetness on his hot skin sent sparks of lust through his body. Ianto leaned down and let his tongue follow the wet trail of the ice cube, circling playfully around his nipples. Jack's breath hitched as he felt his arousal grow and take hold of his body.
Then, the ice was back on his skin, trailing further down towards his belly button.
Jack groaned as his stomach muscles tightened, and the aching of his hardened length overtook his thoughts. He felt his erection pressing into Ianto's arse, which was still sitting on his lower abdomen.
Ianto leaned forward, double-checking the bindings and blindfold. Then he gently brushed his fingers along Jack's secured arms and over his biceps, making him tremble at the gentle touch. Jack was breathing heavily by now, his lips slightly parted, begging to be kissed again.
"How does it feel to not be in control?" Ianto asked. It didn't feel like a question that needed an answer. It was strangely intoxicating.
Jack felt Ianto's hands run through his hair, clutching it tight as he pressed him into the pillow, diving into another kiss. Ianto's lips devoured him fervently, his teeth scraping across his lips and exploring the depths of Jack's mouth. They both gasped heavily when their lips finally parted.
"I think you're ready now," Ianto husked as he moved away.
Jack just moaned in agreement. His entire body felt like it was on fire and about to explode.
He heard Ianto rummaging through the drawer, most likely looking for the lube. Then his hands were on Jack's legs, holding them in place.
"I can't...," Jack pressed between clenched teeth, trying not to come on the spot.
Ianto seemed to realise he was on the verge of coming because he let go and began to prepare himself for the last act.
Jack was only vaguely aware of all this, as his body felt like a pulsating volcano about to erupt. The blindfold made it impossible to see anything, but there was no need because his retinas were drowning in fireworks. The outside world had taken a step back, and all that remained was the overwhelming feeling of lust.
When Jack finally felt their bodies join, he let out a cry of relief that ended in a moan as his burning desire reached new heights.
Each stroke made Jack moan louder until suddenly, the world exploded around him, and he cried out.. Still riding the wave of ecstasy, he felt Ianto's body stiffen as his orgasm overtook him. Just a moment later, Ianto collapsed on top of him, gasping for air as his orgasm subsided.
Jack tried to collect himself and had to laugh. The intensity had been absolutely incredible.
"Did you like it?" Ianto asked sheepishly.
That only made Jack laugh even louder.
"That was fantastic," he panted.
"Good. That was the plan," Ianto chuckled, still breathless.
They lay together quietly for a while until they recovered.
"Could you untie me, please?" Jack asked, still grinning.
Ianto got up at once. "Of course! Sorry," he mumbled as he untied the braces from the headrest.
When he removed the blindfold, Jack was rewarded with the sight of a crumpled Ianto. He looked absolutely gorgeous with his dishevelled hair and glowing cheeks. The role-playing had obviously been intense for both of them. As a thank you, Jack pulled him down and kissed him passionately.
Tonight had been fabulous in every way.