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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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readystopwatch
2013-08-09 07:42 am UTC (link)

"So I've got some stiff competition, then." Ianto shoots back, not looking particularly intimidated by the challenge. Instead he allows the dancing to carry them the last few steps to the nearest mistletoe. The kiss is long and deep and more than a little possessive. One hand rests gently against the back of Jack's neck while the other slides down to the small of his back, occasionally drifting even lower.

Maybe its the drinks he's had but he finds he's not the least bit self-conscious about this display even in the middle of a room full of people. In fact he rather enjoys the idea of everyone else Jack has kissed this evening seeing it, likes everyone knowing that he is the one he's with.

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foreverjack
2013-08-09 04:20 pm UTC (link)

If Jack had had any idea that knowing, irrevocably, that he was being faithful would give Ianto such confidence, he might well have succumbed to the idea of his own accord a long time ago. The air of dominance in the way Ianto deftly guides him to the mistletoe and then proceeds to kiss the living daylights out of him has the arousal that’s been simmering underneath everything spiking sharply and he gasps into the kiss, Ianto’s possessiveness sparking other, more basic, instincts. If he’d thought Ianto’s new-found confidence extended far enough, he’d have been dropping to his knees around about now.

As it is, he just goes very pliant in Ianto’s arms, and when the kiss finally comes to an end, he laughs softly, eyes shining as he shakes his head in wonder at how far they’ve come. “You have no idea how far I would crawl for you when you’re like this, do you?” he murmurs, marvelling at it all.

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readystopwatch
2013-08-09 07:52 pm UTC (link)

That knowledge of monogamy is precisely what is making Ianto so confident. Now that he no longer has to worry about loosing Jack he feels bolder taking risks. And while he's not often much of an exhibitionist he absolutely loves the idea of everyone else who has kissed Jack this evening watching them right now. Its exciting and arousing and Jack is by no means the only one picturing him on his knees with his mouth wrapped around Ianto's cock in full view of the entire party right now.

He's rock hard by the time they pause for breath, and has no doubt Jack can feel his erection pressing against his thigh. That comment just makes him want him more. Never let it be said Jack doesn't have a way with words when it comes to sex. "I don't care who notices if we step out for a moment," He informs him hoarsely. Leaning closer he whispers boldly in his ear, "I want you to suck my brains out through my cock. Right now."

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foreverjack
2013-08-10 05:46 am UTC (link)

Jack really doesn’t give a toss who’s watching when he blows Ianto, but he has learned the hard way what people of this time will accept - outside of a sex club, at least. He’s not even trying to conceal the full-blooded shudder Ianto’s suggestion (command?) sends through his body, though, nor the soft groan that gets wrenched from his lips. Jack’s not the only one, after all, who has a way with words.

He’s half-minded to ask, after his last comment got Ianto so hot, if Ianto would like him to crawl to the bedroom, but he almost thinks Ianto might take him up on it and however submissive he’s feeling, he needs to be a bit further under before he’s actually okay with crawling for someone. So instead he reluctantly disentangles himself from Ianto and nods towards the bedroom. “Let’s go, then!”

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readystopwatch
2013-08-10 10:11 am UTC (link)

Ianto keeps his arm resting against the small of Jack's back as they begin to walk, keeping him close. Jack's usually the more assertive one in their relationship, so he hadn't really realized how much of a turn on turning the tables like this could be for both of them.

The bedroom door is barely closed before his hands are on Jack's shoulders, not quite shoving him to his knees but close enough. He can still hear the muffled sounds of the party as he unbuttons his trousers and pulls the zipper down, more than ready to get all that fabric separating him from Jack's mouth out of the way.

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foreverjack
2013-08-10 06:53 pm UTC (link)

Ianto taking the lead - deliberately, by mutual agreement - is something they're still only just beginning to explore, but so far Jack has been more than happy with the results. Monogamy has made Ianto more confident, and it's made Jack feel safe, in a way he hasn't in a very long time. Not that there's much that's outwardly submissive about him as he moves easily with that hand on his back (his own is still around Ianto's back too, after all), but once they're in the bedroom, it's clear just how much he wants to let it all go and just enjoy. That almost-shove prompts a needy exhale and he goes down easily, reaching eagerly for Ianto the moment his knees hit the carpet. He has to wait while Ianto unzips and it's a few never ending moments of torture, but then he's home, nuzzling at Ianto's groin, inhaling deeply as his hand closes around the fat cock he's been longing for, lips closing greedily around the head.

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readystopwatch
2013-08-10 07:05 pm UTC (link)

Ianto lets out a low groan of satisfaction as Jack bats his hands out of the way and replaces them with his own. The touch of those lips sends a shiver through his whole body and leaves him slumped back against the door for support. He wants to grab at the back of Jack's head, thrust all the way into the perfect heat of his mouth but instead he waits, eager to see what he's going to do.

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foreverjack
2013-08-11 04:42 pm UTC (link)

The way Ianto's been acting, Jack rather expected to feel hands on his head, pulling him in, and the lack of it has him pausing for a moment, tilting his head up with a soft, questioning sound, before he realises Ianto's just leaving him free to do what he wants to.

Well, that's the sort of challenge Jack can't help but rise to! He leans back a bit so he can use the tip of his tongue to tease a large proportion of the surface area of Ianto's cock and then, when he tires of that, one hand slides into the open fly of Ianto's trousers to curl around his hip while the other holds the base of his cock steady as he basically just swallows it down.

((OOC: I need an icon for Jack giving head. He does it so often and I have no appropriate icon!!!))

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readystopwatch
2013-08-11 06:48 pm UTC (link)

There are quite a lot of things Jack excels at in life, but as Ianto is concerned this particular skill is far more appreciated and important than things like shooting aliens or saving the world. He utters a breathless, "Oh, fuck!" as Jack descends on him, one hand clenching on his shoulder to steady himself. It feels completely fantastic and all he can do is tilt his head back against the wood of the door behind him, panting.

((I feel like Miracle Day might have provided something. I might make this my evening google project.))

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	foreverjack 2013-08-15 04:44 am UTC (link)
	He loves being able to do this to Ianto - make the oh so buttoned up secretary lose control. He starts to bob up and down, laving Ianto's cock with his tongue, hoping to make him lose a bit more of that control. A moan or two that might be audible above the music in the main room might be rather gratifying too! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	readystopwatch 2013-08-16 08:19 am UTC (link)
	Ianto has absolutely no doubt in his mind that he is loud enough to be heard in the other room, but he is well past the point of caring. The way Jack is moving against him feels wonderful, and he is rapidly coming undone. One hand finds the back of Jack's head, steadying himself against him as his fingers tangle in his hair. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	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)