"Fuck." Jack groaned as Ianto wrapped his hand around him. Those fingers were so sure of themselves. There was a time when they had not been, when they had been timid, so unsure if he was doing what Jack wanted. He was no longer like that, Ianto was surer now.
"Yes." he hissed, pulling his lips away form the other's. He nipped down his jaw to his neck, kissing and sucking. Some times Jack wants Ianto to for go the collar just so everyone can see the marks, that make Ianto his. He unbuckled the leather and threw it aside. He need to mark every inch of that neck. There is lube not far away in a stupid fake potted plant that came with the house.
"Face the wall." he grows before he moves to get the lube. Uncapping it he pours some on his hands. Even in his most lust driven mind Jack would refuse to take his boy with out probably stretching him each time, even though it was only that morning they had had two rounds before getting up.