Ianto was writhing underneath the immortal, moaning at the sweet pain that surrounded his wrists as Jack pinned them above his head. He loved it when the vampire took him this way, completely dominant and unyielding. Ianto knew that if he ever felt worried or scared all he would have to do is say the word and Jack would stop. He had learned the first night Jack had gotten rough in the bedroom.
Jack had told them they could stop at anytime, but the Welshman had been too terrified to tell the man to stop when the panic had set in. When they were done and Jack saw Ianto trembling, he had been furious. Not at Ianto but at the situation. It had taken time but eventually the man could tell the vampire to stop whenever he was uncomfortable.
Ianto's body arched off the floor as Jack fucked him mercilessly. He was definitely going to be sore later on. At the vampires statement he groaned and tilted his head back, his neck bared in offering to his lover. "Yes Jack..please.." he moaned as he felt lips against the skin, wanting Jack to sink his fangs in.