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Ianto Jones (readystopwatch) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2013-07-04 10:41:00

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bro strider, dirk strider, ianto jones, jack harkness, kitty pryde (aoa), martha jones, penelope garcia, raven darkholme, rose, sam winchester, shining armor, spencer reid

Day 226 l Christmas Party Mingle
[Ianto has, predictably, gone a bit overboard for the Christmas party he and Jack are throwing. The entire apartment has been decorated; there's a tree with gold and silver ornaments and twinkling lights, garlands draped over doorways, candles in every window and festive nicknacks scattered about. It looks like something out of a magazine, and may make visitors a little afraid to actually touch anything. There's also a lot of mistletoe around (one of the side effects of living with Captain Jack Harkness) so it's probably a good idea to keep one eye on the ceiling at all times.

Of course he's made plenty of coffee and some appetizers, so he hopes people really do respond to the invitation Jack sent out, otherwise there are going to be a hell of a lot of leftovers.]

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	foreverjack 2013-08-19 04:25 pm UTC (link)
	Jack moans happily, both at the wonderful noises Ianto's making and at the hands on his head, and redoubles his efforts, tongue and lips and breath and everything working full strength to pull Ianto over the edge, wanting to feel him come in his mouth, affirmation of everything they are together. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	readystopwatch 2013-08-19 06:21 pm UTC (link)
	Ianto does just that, thrusting a last time into Jack's mouth as he comes, crying out loudly enough to be heard in the other room even with the music and chatter. He slumps back against the door, panting for breath, fingers idly stroking stroking through Jack's hair. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

foreverjack
2013-08-20 03:09 pm UTC (link)

Jack drinks down every last drop of the gift he’s given, his sucking slowly gentling as he feels Ianto come down from his climax until eventually he reluctantly pulls off altogether, licking his lips. He doesn’t sit back on his heels because he likes the feel of Ianto’s fingers in his hair too much, so he just stays where he is, grinning like an idiot as he glances up at Ianto, fingers still idly stroking his hip inside the waistband of his trousers.

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readystopwatch
2013-08-20 05:11 pm UTC (link)

Ianto gives Jack's hair a few final strokes, fingers lingering in the soft spikiness of it. The touch of Jack's hands against his waist gives him an idea and he lets his hand drift down to stroke along the side of his face until it cups his jaw.

"I want to watch you get yourself off," He murmurs, still in that possessive, bossy voice he's finding he rather likes using for these sorts of situations.

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foreverjack
2013-08-21 04:49 am UTC (link)

If Jack hadn't been so far under already, Ianto might have got a pouted, "Didn't we do that enough when we were black-banded?" or possibly a muttered, "I'd rather have you inside me."

As it is, though, the hand under his chin sends a delicious shiver running through him and encourages him to lift his eyes again to Ianto's face, where they stay, close and attentive, and the half-formed protests are easily swallowed down because when Ianto's like this, what he wants is whatever Ianto wants. He smiles more slowly, heartrate picking up as he visulises it, and finally slides his hands out of Ianto's pants. He doesn't make any attempt to free his own aching cock yet, though, just letting his hands fall to his sides as he asks, "Right here? Or shall I strip first? And can I have something inside me, if I can't have you?"

Ianto inside him is not, after all, going to be a possibility just yet anyway (Ianto may be young, but even he can't get hard again immediately!) but that doesn't mean he can't use one of the many toys they've accumulated in the big drawer under the bed. If Ianto says he can, that is. He gives him a hopeful look from under his lashes.

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	readystopwatch 2013-08-21 07:29 am UTC (link)
	"Whatever you want," Ianto replies in answer to all of those questions at once. He always enjoys Jack's sexual creativity, and if he wants to put on a bit of a show here Ianto is not about to protest, especially since every one of those suggestions sends a little shiver of delighted anticipation through him at the though. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

foreverjack
2013-08-21 12:31 pm UTC (link)

Jack chuckles, soft and low, and regretfully slips away from Ianto's hands. "Gonna have to move, then," he admits ruefully, already starting to strip off as he stands, with a practised efficiency that will get his clothes off in the minimum amount of time whilst still managing to look hot. A mere couple of minutes later, he's dropping, naked, to his knees beside the bed and pulling out the drawer, rummaging for a moment and then holding up a recent acquisition from Bro's new shop: a generously proportioned vibrating butt plug with remote control.

Looking rather smug, he shuts the drawer and pads back to Ianto with plug, remote and lube in hand, dropping to his knees again before him because he likes this position, and offering up the remote to Ianto with a murmured, "Sir."

This, after all, is something they couldn't do when they were black-banded. It's not something they've really played with together either, not this way round, and although it blurs the lines of Jack getting himself off, he doubts Ianto will mind too much.

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readystopwatch
2013-08-21 01:03 pm UTC (link)

Ianto remains slumped against the door, trousers hanging loosely from his hips as he watches Jack with lazy interest. The new toy certainly gets his attention, as does the use of the word sir. Usually that's his line and its pleasantly unexpected to hear it from Jack. He likes it, even if it does feel a bit odd.

He accepts the remote silently, fingering the smooth plastic with a smile. He likes Jack on his knees as well, enjoying the anticipation of how this is all going to play out.

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foreverjack
2013-08-22 05:49 am UTC (link)

Ianto's being very quiet, now, and still, back to his usual watchful stoicism after the loss of control Jack coaxed out of him. The feeling of all that attention focussed on him, however casual Ianto looks about it outwardly, is something Jack very much enjoys, and his heart skips a little bit faster as he scoots backwards a few inches to make sure Ianto will have a good view as he tips a bit of lube out onto his hand and then wraps that hand around his own cock, inhaling sharply at the initial chill of the lube and the first touch his sensitive flesh has got tonight. He starts to jack his cock gently, just to release a bit of the tension of anticipation, really, before he starts on his ass. He lets his free hand wander over his stomach and chest, sucking in another breath as he scrapes a nail over his nipple, his cock jerking in his hand.

His eyes stay tight on Ianto's face, his own open and expressive, letting him see everything the actions of his hands do to him.

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readystopwatch
2013-08-22 08:05 am UTC (link)

Ianto might be outwardly inexpressive, but ever bit of his attention is focused on Jack right now, eyes following each and every movement he makes. He echoes that slow, sharp inhale as Jack touches himself, unable to quite catch his breath before his hand starts playing across his chest.

"God, you're beautiful," He whispers, utterly hypnotized by what he's seeing.

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foreverjack
2013-08-22 09:26 am UTC (link)

Jack grins slowly. No point in disputing the compliment when it's so obviously true. Besides, this is a beauty he's worked on. Okay, sheer physical beauty he was given, but the openness, the ease of movement, the knowledge of how he looks from any given angle and making sure Ianto has the best angle possible - that has taken decades of experimentation to perfect.

Keeping his eyes on Ianto, he reluctantly lets go of his cock before he gets too far along and instead pours out more lube into his hand, generously slicking his fingers. Easily, he kneels up and trails one finger down between his cheeks to his hole, moaning softly as he pushes it in. His breath gets a little faster, a little shallower as he begins to work it in and out, working the muscles, teasing them into relaxation so he can push the second finger in to work alongside it.

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readystopwatch
2013-08-22 11:06 am UTC (link)

That confidence (and, lets face it, ego) is part of what has always attracted Ianto to him since that first night they met hunting weevils. It's so utterly the opposite of who Ianto is, which is perhaps what makes it so appealing and inviting. Jack brings a lot of it out in him. He never would have pulled this stunt in the middle of a party with Lisa, for example.

It also means he loves watching what is happening now, loves Jack's cocky acceptance of that compliment as much as he loves watching those fingers press into him and the expression that sensation creates on his face.

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foreverjack
2013-08-23 08:47 am UTC (link)

And Jack loves being watched, just lapping up all that attention lavished on him. Two fingers become three and then a very thorough four, because that toy is not small and he wants to make sure doesn’t hurt himself – at least, not in a bad way. By the time he feels ready for it, his cock is standing like a mast against his stomach and oozing pre-come, and he’s breathing hard in anticipation.

He lets out a long breath as he finally pulls his fingers out and picks up the butt plug, sitting back on his heels for a minute while he lubes it up with thorough, loving care, almost as if it were Ianto’s cock. Then he kneels up again, eyes darting up to catch Ianto’s gaze before his own turns inward as he gets the toy into position and starts, gently, to push.

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	readystopwatch 2013-08-23 07:42 pm UTC (link)
	Ianto's eyes get ever so slightly wider with each added finger. The way he massages the plug is almost enough to get him hard again already because he can so perfectly imagine what that touch must feel like. His own palms are starting to sweat slightly, but he doesn't loose his grip on the button he has yet to press. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

foreverjack
2013-08-24 03:32 pm UTC (link)

Well, no point pushing the button yet, not till the toy is fully inside him, and that's going to take a little while yet. Jack likes the fact that Ianto has the remote already, though. It's like a promise, something to look forward to once he's got this monster inside of him. He didn't think of it as a monster when he bought it, but now, feeling it slowly slide in, widening discernably as it goes, he's definitely feeling the size of it. Not that that's a bad thing, just that he's worried it might take a bit longer than he expected and he doesn't want Ianto to get bored. He promised him a show, after all.

"Oh fuck, this thing is big!" he gasps out, pausing for a moment to just try and breathe and give his body a moment to adjust. Speaking, after being silent (or at least, non-verbal) for so long, is a bit of a release too, which is why he's doing it. His eyes lift to Ianto's face again as he gives him a slightly strained grin. "I'm going to be so stretched after this. Your slut, all open and gaping for you."

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readystopwatch
2013-08-24 09:43 pm UTC (link)

Ianto is anything but bored. He's utterly hypnotized by the sight, eyes trained on each slow slip of the plug as it disappears further into Jack's body.

"Language," He chides, although the gleam in his eyes says how much he loves it, and ordering Jack around like that. Its all just so perfect, the way the murmur of voices and clink of dishes from the party taking place just a few feet away from the utterly debauched tableau before him. He doesn't think he could have imagined anything more erotically perfect even if he had tried.

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foreverjack
2013-08-25 04:10 pm UTC (link)

Jack flicks a quick grin up at him at the reprimand, but it brings more heat to his cheeks too. He loves being able to push, knowing that Ianto won't let him get away with anything, even if he doubts any actual punishment will follow from this. Ianto's clearly enjoying the show too much for that.

He lets out a breath and pushes the plug in another few millimetres. Not far to go now, thank goodness, but what's left is the widest part. He concentrates, focussing everything he's got on the muscles of his ass, as he slowly jiggles the plug in and out the tiniest bit, working that last necessary bit of stretch out of them.

And then the plug finally slides in, the flared base of it nestling against his ass, and he gasps and pitches forward against Ianto, panting hard. "Fuck!"

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readystopwatch
2013-08-25 05:21 pm UTC (link)

Ianto catches his shoulders as he slumps against him, dropping to his knees and raising his hands to cup Jack's face. "Well done," He murmurs before pressing their lips together, drinking him in long and slow and deep. Their chests press together, and he lets Jack lean more fully against him, bare skin on rapidly wrinkling shirt, still rewarding him with slow strokes of his tongue and the gentle caress of his fingers against his cheeks. One hand detaches itself ever so slightly to wrap around his shoulders, still supporting him as he finally presses that button.

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Icon twins! *g*

foreverjack
2013-08-26 06:12 am UTC (link)

The kiss is exactly what he needs, something both to ground him as he flails mentally at how huge the toy feels inside him and to nudge his flagging arousal back up again. He plunges into it gratefully, clean fingers tangling in Ianto's hair, sticky ones gripping his still-clothed bicep, and gradually stops trembling.

Until Ianto presses that button, and then he jerks hard, crying out. It's too soon – he's only just barely adjusted to thing – and the sensation is beyond intense. He starts shaking all over again, clinging to Ianto, sobbing into his mouth, until his body starts to realise the toy is actually only on the lowest setting and actually... actually, it feels good.

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readystopwatch
2013-08-26 07:42 am UTC (link)

Ianto is about to switch the thing off as Jack makes that sound, realizing he has moved things along too quickly. But then he feels him start to relax against him as the tension begins to leak out of his body. He keeps their foreheads pressed together, arms still wrapped around him. The look in his eyes says clearly enough that if Jack needs to stop all he has to do is say so.

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foreverjack
2013-08-26 12:22 pm UTC (link)

That's the thing about Ianto. Sometimes, for all Jack's experience, Ianto knows what he needs more than Jack does. He doesn't know if it's instinct or keen observation or simply knowing him really, really well, but this time he seems to have got it absolutely, perfectly right. Jack presses against him, a fleeting thought passing through his mind that if they're given enough time to continue this D/s thing, Ianto has the potential to be one of the best Doms he's ever had, someone who'll really push him to new heights of intensity. He makes another sound that's less like a sob and more like a laugh and pulls back enough to actually see that tender, attentive look in Ianto's eyes, and let Ianto see the smile that's somewhat tremulously forming on his face.

"Fuck, Ianto, that feels amazing!" he breathes, fingers finally loosing some of their desperate tension. "Still want me to get myself off, or shall we try for a hands-free orgasm?"

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readystopwatch
2013-08-26 01:46 pm UTC (link)

Ianto is entertaining similar thoughts about this new direction their relationship has the potential to take as well. It's not something he had ever given much thought to before their recent conversation after changing the color of their bands, but he is suddenly beginning to find it very appealing. That absolute and utter trust in Jack's eyes is beautiful, the way he seems to have no problem letting Ianto do this sort of thing to him. It's a new depth to their relationship that he would not have expected to find here.

"Hands free, please," He instructs (and yes, he is tepidly discovering how much he likes telling Jack what to do in the bedroom, particularly when orders are combined with those impeccable manners) still holding him, finger brushing teasingly over the remote button without pushing it, letting the anticipation grow.

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foreverjack
2013-08-26 03:13 pm UTC (link)

Jack sucks in a little breath at the decision and he gives Ianto a blinding smile. "Been a while since I last tried that!" he admits breathlessly, fingers tightening again on Ianto's arm, his other hand dropping to Ianto's shoulder. If this hadn't felt quite so intense, he might have put his hands behind his back, show of submission and so on, but he doesn't quite trust himself to balance without hanging onto Ianto. They're well away from his own body, though, so he thinks this'll do. And it'll let Ianto feel every tiny clench of his hands whenever he thinks Ianto's going to press that button and send those vibrations up another notch.

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readystopwatch
2013-08-27 09:21 pm UTC (link)

Personally Ianto likes the feeling of Jack's hands on his arms, each tremor sending a little thrill of excitement through his body. He brings their lips together for another one of those sweet, languid kisses that contrasts so perfectly with the intensity of what they are doing right now. Only when he's sure Jack is utterly lost in it and melting against him does he hit that switch.

((I think my phone autocorrected 'rapidly' to 'tepidly' last time, haha! Awkward!))

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foreverjack
2013-08-28 10:34 am UTC (link)

The kiss is beautiful and heart-achingly sweet and quite, quite distracting. He falls into it so far that he jerks again when Ianto finally does activate the remote, only this time he doesn't cry out, he moans, filthy and wholehearted, into Ianto's mouth, body pressing against him, moaning even louder as that presses his aching cock against Ianto's hip.

The few left at the party are going to get quite an earful by the time Jack comes, if anyone's still here by that point.

((OOC: Heh, I quite liked tepidly! *g*))