Jack shivers again as he feels the blunt head of Ianto's cock press insistently against his hole, and he lowers his forehead to the mattress, eyes closing, so he can focus on just breathing and staying relaxed and letting Ianto in. Feeling himself slowly, carefully, inexorably filled, more little shudders going through him at how fucking hot it is, to feel so thoroughly dominated by the man he loves. "Oh, god," he groans, trembling slightly, and deliberately pushing back just to feel the stretch and burn a little bit more.