6- Kinky Title: Kinky Authors:becky_h and baffledking Characters: Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones Fandom: Torchwood Theme Set: Theme Set #LW1 Theme(s): Kinky Warnings and Notes: Mpreg
Jack rolled over, sat up and rubbed his hands through his hair. He glanced at the clock by his bedside: 4:45 a.m. Great. He hadn't had sex in the past month. After he felt the thing starting to move around inside him, he'd felt strange sticking anything there with it.
He didn't actually expect to have much in the way of sexual contact until it was out - however it was going to get out. He'd been fine with it for the most part. He was a patient guy, and no matter how much he liked sex, he could go without for a few months. What's more, he'd been preoccupied with worrying about the 'birth', even if he wasn't thinking of it in those terms; he didn't feel all that sexy.
The last week, however, had blown the previous few out of the water. The 'baby' was growing more rapidly now, the position had shifted lower and thanks to increased pressure and blood flow, was walking around in a near constant state of arousal. That had been bearable until right about now.
He pulled on his T-shirt, left his braces down and his outer shirt off, and went to look for Ianto.
Ianto was up, coming down from feeding Myfanwy and into the hub main, "Good morning, sir."
"Good morning, Ianto." He cocked his head to the side, grabbed Ianto by the lapels and hauled him into a hot, deep, desperate kiss.
Ianto made a soft noise, then leaned into Jack, kissing him back firmly, fingers sliding under Jack's shirt.
Jack walked Ianto back to the counter with a low groan, hips pressed agains his and just hard. His skin was almost as hot under Ianto's fingers as the slick slide of his tongue along Ianto's lower mouth.
"Prostate?" he gasped, fingers skating over Jack's skin.
He shifted into Ianto's hands, and nipped sharply at his lower lip. "Does it matter?"
"No," he groaned, pulling Jack's shirt up and off.
He ducked out of his shirt, and came back around to nip the side of Ianto's throat, his jaw, under his chin and his lower lip, while he tugged his belt open. "I didn't think so."
"Desk," Ianto ordered because doing this standing wasn't an option. He nudged Jack that direction while he pulled down Jack's zipper.
He stepped back toward his office. "I'm going," he growled, very softly. He finished Ianto's pants and was working on his shirt just as his legs hit the desk.
"Lie down, " he ordered softly, biting Jack's throat lightly.
It took him a minute, even with the hint of sharpness of Ianto's teeth at his throat, and the hint of demand in his voice, to get it.
He sat before he even started to lean back, eyes on Ianto. He was tense, not with mistrust because Ianto had been with him every step of the way, but with pure, unadulterated, need. That's all the reluctance was. He didn't want to let go of contact with Ianto.
Ianto stroked down Jack's chest and hip, holding onto him, leaning down and biting low on Jack's stomach, sharp and harsh.
He gasped and jerked, hips lifting, eyes rolling back and closed. His fingers curled on Ianto's back, heart pounding, breathing shallow and heavy. "Fuck," he hissed.
"Getting there, sir," Ianto said lowly, pulling Jack's trousers down and biting his hipbone.
He laughed and gasped and groaned all at once. "Ianto?"
"Stop calling me sir."
"Why?" he licked Jack's inner thighs.
He spread his legs willingly, one knee bent up to the edge of the desk. "Because I may die of irony overdose."
"Why's that?" he sucked softly at Jack's balls.
He groaned, hips lifting and fingers gripping the edge of the desk so tight his knuckles turned white. "Because I am clearly not in charge."
"I know, that's the best part," he licked up the length of Jack's cock.
He arched hard, hips entirely off the desk, as he followed the wet heat and slide of Ianto's tongue.
Ianto grinned, shifting to suck just at the head of Jack's cock.
He really couldn't get any further off the desk, and he couldn't exactly relax to fall back onto it either. Not with Ianto's mouth there, doing that.
"Ianto." He was trying to growl. Mostly he was whining.
He laughed softly, sliding one and under Jack's ass, cupping one cheek while the other pressed gently at his perineum. Ianto took a deep breathe then sliding his mouth down to swallow around Jack.
The only word that even sort of applied to Jack's motion was writhe. He twisted, slid, pushed, back against Ianto's hands, gasped, stopped breathing and jerked up into Ianto's mouth.
Ianto groaned, throat vibrating around Jack and just wanting , pulling back to mumble, "Jack," before sliding down again.
He cried out and pushed back. Tight wet heat, vibration and roughness and gasping breathlessly. Whimpering, even.
"Shhh," he murmured, fingers pressing, breathing through his nose and just. Loving feeling Jack let go.
He released a slow, shuddering breath - gradual stages, uneven and careful. His fingers unclenched a little around the desk. His eyes closed. He relaxed, and he looked younger for it.
"Ianto," he repeated, more softly.
Ianto glanced up at him.
"Please." Simple, honest, eyes on Ianto's. Not even beginning, just straight-forward request.
Ianto pulled back enough to kiss Jack's hip murmuring, "What Jack?"
He reached behind him, rifled through a drawer and came back with lube - and a condom. He handed them both to Ianto with a slightly lifted eyebrow.
"Okay," he said after a moment, taking them, fingers brushing along Jack's. "Are you sure?"
"I am so far beyond sure I may explode," he said with a quick grin. "I promise. It'll be fine. "
...He managed to stop himself saying 'let me know if anything in there bites'.
He leaned in and kissed Jack slowly, as he uncapped the lube and slicked his fingers.
He put his hand on the back of Ianto's neck, fingers warm and strong and just a little rough with callouses, while he returned the kiss. Warm and open and slick and inviting and without the urgency from earlier, but with all of the heat.
Ianto slid a finger slowly into Jack, biting his lower lip and making it a little harder, a little rougher.
His eyes closed and he exhaled roughly, through his nose. His hips lifted and he pushed back, crying out almost immediately. He was. Almost hyper sensitive, tight and everything was going directly to his cock, sparking of sensation, making him pant.
"You're so beautiful," he said softly, sliding another finger into Jack, hard and fast, contrasting with his voice.
The sound he made was louder - rougher - his voice not contrasting with the fast, hard motion and burning stretch of that second finger pushing into him, but following it. . He grimaced, eyes shut tight and teeth set together but not gritted. Tossed his head to the side, let go of the desk with one hand, lifting it to bite at the heel of his hand.
"Shhh," Ianto said lowly, scissoring his fingers in Jack, stretching him and biting his lip.
Every time Ianto shushes him, he relaxed - slow breath that was shaking, breath deepening, perceptibly relaxing around Ianto's fingers, in spite of the undeniable, demanding, stretch. "God," he panted, softly.
"Close enough," he bit Jack's throat, sliding a third finger into him.
That should have been uncomfortable. He hadn't been fucked in way too long (for him). He'd come into this aroused as hell, from constant pressure inside and against him. He was tight, and that was stretching and burning and starting to ache.
It felt. Unfucking believably good. Satisfying. He turned his head toward Ianto, lips grazing his chin. He whimpered softly, pushed back and onto Ianto's fingers hard. Pushing back, skin slick with sweat, breath rough, purring and pushing and wanting and needing.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck yes," he murmured, softly.
"Hold on to me," he ordered, giving only the most cursory stretch with three fingers before pulling his fingers out of Jack and sliding on the condom. His hands were shaking slightly, but he looked confident when he put his hands on Jack's hips.
"Hold onto you where?" he grumbled, slightly. He shifted down a little, lifted up so he had one leg around Ianto's waist, hands on Ianto's arms until he figured out just how the hell this was going to work.
"Don't care," he kissed Jack's shoulder, lifting his hips.
He winced a little, half pushed up so he could wrap around Ianto properly, without restricting his movement. "Do you need me off the desk?"
"No," he paused, trying to find a comfortable place for both of them, sliding a hand between them to stroke Jack's cock so he didn't. Well. Lose his erection with the wince.
He groaned, loudly, curled his fingers into Ianto's shoulders and pushed into the fingers around his cock. "Ok."
"Thank you," Ianto bit Jack's arm, then, carefully, so carefully, pushed into his body.
He bit his lip, hard. It muffled and stifled the sound he made, pushing back and into the blunt heat and burn, but not muting it entirely. He was shaking as he pushed back, skin physically hot to the touch, sweat stinging his eyes as he worked to stay still.
Ianto bent Jack's legs up, pressing in and leaning up to kiss him, growling softly.
He opened to the kiss, no hesitation and no resistance. He couldn't resist, he was too busy with the aching fullness in his ass, the shockingly intense sensation of Ianto and something deeper pressing against his prostate, and the burn and stretch up his thighs at the press of Ianto against his bent legs.
Ianto growled. Jack whimpered softly. He couldn't move like this. It didn't matter. He couldn't even think of moving.
Ianto kissed Jack, drawn away from the kiss with his slow withdraw, then back, face just above Jack's with a hard thrust into him.
There was no other word for that harsh, breathless, cry. His spine arched, his hands tightened on Ianto until his nails bit into skin, his teeth clamped together, his eyes rolled back and closed as sensation, devastating and direct and intense, crashed through him.
Ianto took a hard breath, then jerked into Jack's body, hard and just moving, tight and desperate and just. Pushing.
His responses were limited by his position, and by the force of Ianto's motions. He wrapped his legs around Ianto, pushed up and wrapped his arms around him and held on, held him close, held him tight and force him to slow down and ease off.
Ianto slowed down, gentled, pressing his face to Jack's shoulder.
He shuddered and sighed, relaxing his grip on Ianto a little, nose buried in Ianto's hair and moved with him with a low, content, murmur.
He moved slowly, warmly, stroking Jack's hips and thighs, stomach pressing against Jack's cock with each movement.
Jack was so wound up, so aroused, had been so aroused for so long, that even slowing Ianto up and keeping things from being harder than he could take, he'd lost none of his intensity. He kept moving, breath falling and body both moving in time with Ianto. Every motion, every gasp, tense and tight and solid and strong.
Until his hair was sticking to his skin with sweat, his nails were biting in, until he was pushing up just a little harder and resisting Ianto's retreat more. Not wanting to let him go, tightening up to hold him there, growling through his teeth, whimpering softly.
"Cariad," he murmured, welsh accent thick and flowing. He slid a hand between them, hand wrapped around his cock and stroking firmly, slowly dragging out his movements.
Jack came. Slow, tense, deep and aching. It took his breath, his voice, and blurred his vision. It left him shaking, sticky and hot and messy, but barely moving even then, soundless and locked tight around Ianto, eyes wide and unfocused, snarling silently. Everything came undone.
Ianto kissed Jack's throat before slowly pushing back into him, leading towards his own climax with steady, tight motions, coming in two thrusts, sliding out of him, sliding off the condom, then letting Jack's legs down and wrapping around him.
Jack was a little bewildered by the light quickness and ended up just sort of blinking, staring, and then made a soft sound, rolled over toward Ianto and tangled up and pressed against him, all hard muscles and hot skin.
Ianto kissed Jack's throat, rubbing his back slowly.
Jack arched back into Ianto's hand with a low sound. "Push," he murmured.
"What?" he asked softly.
"Against my back. Low."
Ianto obeyed, fingers splayed and the heel of his hand pushing.
He pushed back, until something under Ianto's hand shifted with a soft 'pop'. Then he kissed Ianto's shoulder, and wrapped. "We should get dressed."
"What's wrong?" he asked, kissing Jack's temple.
"Nothing's wrong, except I think Owen and Gwen might kill us if they walk in and find us like this."
"They've gone home," Ianto carefully let go of Jack though.
"Yeah, but they'll come back." He sat up and then got off the desk.
"Not tonight," he reached out to steady Jack.
He squeezed Ianto's hand and then went to get his pants. "I'm still not sleeping on the desk."
"Fair enough," he grabbed his own pants, "you need to go to bed."
He pulled his own on, "Only if you're coming with me."
"I'll come with you," he promised, touching Jack's back lightly, "Did I hurt you?"
He shook his head, turned and kissed Ianto lightly. "No. Not at all. My back just stiffens up - center of gravity thing."
"Go lay down and I'll get something for it."
"But it's fine now, Ianto," he protested, mildly but. stubbornly.
"I want to touch you."
"You can touch me all you want."
"Then go to bed."
He grabbed his shirt and went to bed.
Ianto grabbed a bottle of lotion, then followed after him.