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Jack beckons Ianto forward, so Ianto kicks off his pants and boxers and crawl onto him.
Jack's hands immediately go to Ianto's arse, squeezing and kneading the flesh. He kisses Ianto. There's a river of fire in Ianto's my body, originating in a million pricks of hard rain on his skin, Jack's tongue, Jack's whiskers rough on his face, his grip on his buttocks.
It all becomes tributaries to the great roar in Ianto's chest, pressing against his throat, pounding in his loins. Ianto is fucking Jack's stomach, his chest, fighting the downpour running through the valley of his pecs and abs, pushing his cockhead upstream into the skin curls
Jack teases Ianto's arsehole, massaging, tapping the sensitive ring of muscle so that it opens to him like a blossoming bud.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard," he tells Ianto as he slips a finger inside. Ianto had to shut his eyes, overwhelmed; every nerve ending in his body is being stimulated, titillated, seduced.
"I need it," Ianto responds, clutching Jack's firm shoulders.
Thunder sounds in the distance, and the rain patters even harder on their hot bodies. Jack's going so slowly, in and out, while he runs his other hand over Ianto's chest, sluicing water from his chest and trailing his fingertips over his throbbing shaft. Ianto thrust his arse back at him impatiently.
"More," Ianto orders. "Make a space for yourself inside me."
Jack presses another finger against Ianto's sphincter, and then works it gently inside when he relaxes for him. He thrusts his fingers inside Ianto with purpose, slowly, tickling against his prostate.
Jack's long-lashed eyes squint against the sky's onslaught, and close completely when Ianto struggles to suck the fresh rain from one nipple, then the other.
"Oh, that's it," Jack groans.
Ianto takes the hard nipple in his teeth, flicking his tongue against the puckered tip. Brushing the other with his fingertips produces another throaty moan, vibrating in Jack's ribs.
Ianto will drive him crazy; Ianto will drive us both crazy; they will be washed away with the rain, only their lust remaining pungent in the air, imbedded forever along with the scent of wet foliage.
Jack withdraws his fingers. He's ready.
Ianto reaches back to point Jack's cock at his hole; it's a homing missile and Ianto is a willing target. Jack holds Ianto's slippery hips as Ianto backs down on him.
There's a delicious anticipatory pressure, and then the glans pop wetly inside of Ianto to the tune of masculine moans. It's perfect. Ianto sinks down slowly, wanting to savour how the big head stretches him, touches the dark recesses of his hungry arse.
Ianto takes a moment to settle his knees on the stone, straddling Jack's hips so he can lever himself up again.
Up.
Ianto throws his head back, drinking in the fresh cold rain.
Jack's hand comes to rest on Ianto's straining cock, his rough fingers firm as he encircles the shaft. Up until only the tip remains inside.
Down.
Jack pulls, sending liquid fire through Ianto's body, weakening him.
Thunderclaps in the distance, closer than the first time.
Ianto is full again, completed by Jack's dick.
Up.
Jack's grasping fingers travel down so that Ianto is fucking his hand. He pinches Ianto's left nipple with his free hand, drawing Ianto down to bite at his lips, to snake his hot tongue into his mouth. Up.
Ianto breathes into Jack, he breathes into Ianto .
Suddenly Jack interrupts with a thrust.
Poised as he is, the head of his cock hits Ianto's prostate squarely, jogging his breath.
"Oh!" Ianto gasps, shuddering.
Jack grips Ianto's hips squarely to thrust again, harder.
Ianto locks his elbows in a desperate attempt to stay upright.
"You like that?" Jack growls, building a steady rhythm.
Ianto nods frantically. "Yes, fuck me like that. Punish me from within, whip me to ecstasy."
Jack increases to battle speed. "You like it inside you? You like it fucking you?"
His hips fling Ianto skyward. Liquid drops fly from Ianto's hair as he rises like a bird, then fall as a stone onto the sharp pain-pleasure of Jack's shaft. Ianto is nothing against the battering ram of Jack's cock, a flimsy ship in a sea of shared hedonist delights.
"Fuck yes. Fuck me harder." Ianto swallows, tasting sweat, tasting rain. "Fuck me."
Jack hammers into him.
"Like that?" Jack demands, squeezing Ianto's buttocks brutally. "You want me to fuck you like that?"
Their bodies are so hot, unaffected by the cold downpour of rain.
Ianto's vision blurs with lust. His chest is full of it. He is going to burst. He is going to crack, to shiver into little pieces and scatter across the alter stone to be blown away in the wind. The dick inside him is a rampaging warrior, subduing every cell of his body, flogging him to race after the orgasm with clutching fingers.
"That's it. Fuck my hole" Ianto humps feverishly back against Jack, aching to come. Ianto's sack slaps against Jack's abdomen; the thwack is swallowed by the sound of raindrops on his burning skin.
"Work that hungry arse," Jack commands huskily. He slaps Ianto's arse, and the rain intensifies the sting.
"Get that cum."
Ianto wants it. He grips Jack's shoulder tightly; His fist flies back and forth over his cock, Ianto tightens his muscles, tensing in preparation for the ultimate release.
"Fuck!" Ianto cries desperately. "Oh, fuck, I'm coming!"
"Come on, baby," Jack encourages him roughly. His fingers are bruising, his cock is a mighty jackhammer inside Ianto, forcing the spunk from his balls, up his shaft, flying from the slit of his cock.
The first rope hits Jack in the chin, and Ianto gasps and then holds his breath … another bolt of electric pleasure as another shot, and another, and then Jack's coming too, filling him up, both of them convulsing in the throes of nigh unbearable rhapsody.
And then Ianto collapses, shuddering, limp and weak on Jack's chest.
For a brief moment they are lovers, bathed in the purifying deluge, Ianto's hand on Jack's fast-beating heart and Jack's arms wrapped around him.
The memory of the camera makes Jack roll his head again but there is nothing there.
He decides he was seeing just shafts of light in the rain.
It is just the two of them on the alter, both offerings to the Gods.