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Ianto Jones (readystopwatch) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2016-05-02 13:54:00

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ianto jones, jack harkness, martha jones, sam winchester, spike

Day 374 | Action | Open
[The Hub]

[It's a boring dream by Torchwood standards, an interesting one of your work doesn't consist of a top secret science fiction bunker, complete with mysterious alien gadgets lying everywhere, incomprehensible computer programs running on most of the screens and a pteranodon nesting high up near the roof and occasionally squawking to herself.

As for Ianto he's not doing anything as exciting as his surroundings. He's just cleaning up at the end of the day, throwing away empty pizza boxes ordered under the name of Torchwood, washing coffee mugs, dusting off keyboards, putting away discarded firearms. Maybe he's dreaming about this because he organizes thing even in his sleep. Or maybe he just missed his old routine.]

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readystopwatch
2016-05-03 09:20 pm UTC (link)

"I've always been fond of the memory that time Tosh walked in while you had me sucking you off under the desk where she couldn't see me. She wanted to go over those reports in so much detail. I don't know how you kept still that long." All the memories make him smile, not just because the sex was good but because it's memories of them. Of their relationship, all the little pieces and moments that make up what they are to each other. That's worth remembering.

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foreverjack
2016-05-03 10:33 pm UTC (link)

"Oh god yes!" he laughs, remembering. "I thought she'd never leave. Worth it, though - that was so explosive once I finally came!"

He shakes his head, smiling. "So many good blow jobs given from under or behind that desk." Well, obviously, it's why he had such an enormous, right-down-to-the-floor desk!

He wants something more than a blow-job, though, this time. He gazes around at his office, trying to decide what he wants for their last time. "Why don't we keep it simple and classic? Bent over the desk, one last time?"

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readystopwatch
2016-05-03 10:44 pm UTC (link)

He chuckles at hearing that suggestion describes as classic even if it is a perfect way to refer to it. He reaches up to straighten his tie, make sure it's perfectly in place. The suit is part of this, of course, like it always has been and if tradition holds he'll still have a few pieces of it in by the end. Jack did always like the sexy secretary thing. They both did.

"Sounds like an excellent suggestion, sir." How long has it been since he's called him sir? It hasn't felt appropriate lately and he'd almost forgotten how sexy it could be. He's missed this. All of it.

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foreverjack
2016-05-04 12:02 pm UTC (link)

Well, it is a classic - both for secretary sex and for them personally! Both the desk and the suit and tie - and the 'sir' which, yes, it's been a long time since he's heard that and it sends shivers of unexpected lust through him and an appreciative smirk spreading across his face.

"I'm glad you think so," he purrs, coming off the desk and forward a step or two before reaching out to take a hold of the just-straightened tie and using it to pull Ianto forward right into his personal space, eyes tight on his from a distance of about two inches.

"I suggest you lose the trousers, Mr Jones, if you don't want them torn apart so I can get to what's mine."

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readystopwatch
2016-05-04 01:39 pm UTC (link)

"Very good, sir." Ianto lets Jack maintain that hold on his tie for a long moment, tantalizingly close without actually touching. Then he steps back, crouched down, methodically removes one shoe and then the other, taking his time to be neat and leave them perfectly lined up next the the desk. Next he stands, takes off his jacket, hangs it on the coat rack while leaving the vest, tie and pink shirt in place. The trousers and boxers get removed one at a time and neatly folded, set down on the floor near the shoes. He takes his time with it, every move deliberate, not exactly sexy and yet at the same time very much so.

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You know I was picturing that icon already, right? *g*

foreverjack
2016-05-04 03:05 pm UTC (link)

It's weird: Jack never had a thing for neatness and methodical practicality until Ianto came along, but with Ianto? It's one of the hottest things he does. He watches the partial strip with avid attention, his breath coming significantly faster by the end of it, and he steps in himself with a smile when Ianto eventually straightens up, to unbutton the vest himself and add it to the coat rack beside his own coat.

"Perfect," he decides, and steps in again, this time for a long and increasingly heated kiss.

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Sexy butt icon activate!

readystopwatch
2016-05-04 03:21 pm UTC (link)

Ianto gives up on fighting back a smile as Jack removes his vest, leaving just the shirt and tie. It really is like old times, although without the added thrill of going back to work afterwards, knowing no one else knows what happened. That was always his favorite part of this, putting that suit back on and trying to straighten up enough that no one would be suspicious, loving how at odds it all was with what they got up to in here.

He kisses Jack back, long and slow but building in intensity and passion. He reaches one hand back to steady himself on the desk, the other one braced against Jack's chest.

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:-D

foreverjack
2016-05-04 06:49 pm UTC (link)

He's glad Ianto doesn't fight the smile any more, because he likes seeing Ianto smiling. It happens a lot more nowadays than it once did, but it still seems pretty rare - a pure, uncomplicated smile like this.

He looks good in just the shirt and tie and smile. He'll look even better when he's bent over the desk, but Jack's not going to rush the kiss to get there. He keeps it going until he feels Ianto's hand go out to the desk, knowing it means he's melting nicely, and then he pulls back with a smirk and steps back, making a 'turn around' gesture with his hand while he leans over to retrieve one of the several bottles of lube strategically positioned throughout his office.

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readystopwatch
2016-05-04 07:05 pm UTC (link)

He does smile more easily here than he did at home. It's probably because he's happier in this place than he ever was there, and most of that happiness is thanks to Jack. It's nice to be back here, but he won't miss it when he wakes up in the morning. What they have now is better.

He turns around obediently at the gesture, clearing a space on the desk in front of him while he does. Even if it doesn't matter in this dream he still doesn't want papers swept on the floor. Aside from that he waits for instructions, not bending over just yet, not until he's told to.

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foreverjack
2016-05-05 10:15 am UTC (link)

He grins behind Ianto at the characteristic clearing of his desk - not that he blames him because after all lying on decanters and desk tidies does not make for a comfortable fuck. Jack never has been one to have a clear desk. He likes his paraphernalia close at hand.

He doesn't order Ianto to bend over, not in words; he doesn't need to. He just places a large, warm hand in the small of Ianto's back and presses lightly, knowing he'll go over. He leans over him as he goes, to ask, low and alluring, "Do you need me to open you up, or has Spike already done that for me?"

This being a dream, after all, it could go either way.

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readystopwatch
2016-05-05 11:55 am UTC (link)

He lets Jack press him down until he's resting on his forearms on the desk, bent over and perfectly positioned. There will never be a time when he doesn't find this unbelievably hot. Just being in place like this is enough to turn him on, start to get him hard with no more contact from Jack than that kiss and the hand he can feel on his back, warm through the pink fabric of his shirt.

"I need you." He means it than just an answer to the question. He needs Jack, needs every step of this. Even if he was physically ready from Spike he would still want Jack to do this.

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foreverjack
2016-05-05 12:17 pm UTC (link)

After all this time, Jack knows very well what will turn Ianto on (just as much as it turns him on), but he's still unprepared for the level of need in Ianto's voice as he answers, and it sends a surge of want through him in response.

"I'm glad," he says breathily, because while finding Ianto already loose and open from Spike would be pretty hot (and may well be when they get down to in their actual - or, well, slightly less virtual - bodies), he wants this time, here, in the Hub to be about them.

He squeezes out lube, warms it up between his fingers, and then slips one of them down between Ianto's cheeks - doing it by feel so he can stay leaning over him, breath on his back, his own elbow on the desk beside Ianto's, his still-clothes cock brushing against Ianto's hip. He plays for a moment with just sliding his finger up and down Ianto's crack; then impatience gets the better of him and he presses on inwards, gasping as his finger is sucked in by hot, tight, silky flesh.

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readystopwatch
2016-05-05 03:11 pm UTC (link)

This is their place. It always will be. His dream with Spike won't include anything more than a conversation here. He shivers as Jack moves closer, feeling the tantalizing press of him through the fabric, the brush of an arm against his, the pressure of his chest against his back.

He shudders as Jack's fingers get to work, fighting to keep still, to keep from rocking back, fighting for more.

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foreverjack
2016-05-05 03:40 pm UTC (link)

Ianto's so responsive, and so good for him, his struggle to stay still very obvious in the new tension Jack can see and feel in his muscles. "It's okay, let go, just relax, let me have all those gorgeous reactions," he coaxes, his voice honey-toned, while his finger works to coax more reactions from his body, twisting and rubbing, finding that sweet little bulge and pausing there to try and draw more reactions from him. Then pulling out and being replaced by two, while Jack leans low over him, breath and then lips on the back of his neck.

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	readystopwatch 2016-05-05 04:11 pm UTC (link)
	That's all the permission he needs to let go, to grind back against those fingers, making a noise of pleased approval low in his throat. Two fingers is even better than one and he dips his head down against his arms, catching his breath and responding enthusiastically to Jack's words and touch. He's so good at this its impossible not to. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

foreverjack
2016-05-06 10:58 am UTC (link)

Oh, that's good, that's lovely. He does so enjoy coaxing a heartfelt response out of Ianto, watching him give up so much more than he ever does in everyday life. Two fingers become three, and then once he's sure Ianto's ready he slides them out and finally gets his own belt and fly undone, letting out a soft sigh of relief as his cock springs out, eager for action.

"God, you look so hot like this," he breathes, sucking a breath at the sensation as he slicks up his cock. "I'd be tempted to pause and give you a good spanking, make those cheeks match your shirt - if I weren't so impatient to get inside you and fuck you through the desk."

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	readystopwatch 2016-05-06 11:38 am UTC (link)
	Ianto groans wantonly at the suggestion, desperate for anything after the loss of those fingers. It's a relief to hear him I clasp his belt, to know what's coming next. He keeps his head down, still bent over the desk, open and aching for him. "I don't care what you do, just do it." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

foreverjack
2016-05-06 01:22 pm UTC (link)

Jack grins behind him at that reaction. "Oh, like that idea, do you?" he teases, setting the lube down and coming in behind Ianto, tapping the insides of his thighs lightly to suggest he wants them spread further apart, just because. He lines his cock up but just rubs it in little circles over Ianto's slicked, pink hole for now. "Next time we're in the library, hmm? Perhaps over that table you fucked me on the first time?"

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readystopwatch
2016-05-06 01:43 pm UTC (link)

That suggestion gets another one of those low, greedy noises from him because, yes, that sounds amazing. He slides his legs apart a bit, shifting the angle of his back slightly so he's more comfortable on the desk. He tries to push back against Jack as he feels him slide across him but there's not much he can do to get more contact besides beg. "Anything you want. You know that. Anything."

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foreverjack
2016-05-06 03:07 pm UTC (link)

"Anything, Ianto?" he teases, leaning down close to nip and tug gently on an ear as he slides his cock up and down Ianto's crack once more, just to relish the anticipation a moment longer. His tone drops lower. "You should be careful what you promise, you know."

Not that he'd ever do anything Ianto didn't want, but it's fun to tease. Enough teasing with his cock now, though. Smoothly, he lines himself up and pushes inside, firm and steady, and slowly enough to tease them both.

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readystopwatch
2016-05-06 06:21 pm UTC (link)

He shivers at the touch, at the words, at the teeth on his ear and the teasing movements of that cock. "Anything." He repeats it, means it, doesn't care what happens as long as it's with him.

And then finally Jack is there, inside him, hard and hot. He moans as he pushes in, relishing the slowness, the way he's able to tease those reactions out of him. Jack knows him so well, knows exactly what to do to make him wild, desperate for more.

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foreverjack
2016-05-06 08:35 pm UTC (link)

Ianto's assurance is persistent enough that it sends a shiver of arousal, of love, through him because it's a big thing to promise, even if Jack would never abuse it. Not intentionally, at least. He's not always quite as careful with other people's feelings as he'd like to think he is.

For now, though, he's absolutely certain they're on the same page. He's groaning unreservedly as he feels Ianto swallow him up, and Ianto's moaning beneath him, hot and tight and amazing. Once he's in, he lets go of his cock and gets his hand on the desk instead so that he's got all the leverage he needs to start rocking into Ianto, slowly at first, and then steadily gaining pace, every thrust perfectly angled because he knows exactly how Ianto likes it.

And meanwhile his mouth is on Ianto's back, nipping at him through his shirt, sucking little wet patches in the fabric that he'd have to hide under his jacket afterwards while they made his shirt stick to him, if there were anyone to hide them from any more.

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readystopwatch
2016-05-06 09:15 pm UTC (link)

He always loved that, letting Jack destroy a crisp, perfect suit and then hiding the evidence. It always made their encounters feel like they went on for hours afterwards, like he could still feel Jack's hands on him as part of a dirty secret.

He thrusts back against his movements, arm shifting for balance and knocking a stack of papers off the desk to scatter haphazardly across the floor. Even if they were real he doesn't think he'd care.

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foreverjack
2016-05-06 10:58 pm UTC (link)

Jack's always liked it too, knowing that his outwardly perfectly attired butler-secretary is marked as his underneath it all. Bite marks down his spine, bruise sucked into his neck, or simply wet spots on his shirt - he's not fussy.

He doesn't care in the least about the papers getting scattered either. He just laughs, and fucks Ianto harder, hard enough that he's going to have to hang on hard if he's not going to get his dick bruised against the edge of the desk.

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	readystopwatch 2016-05-07 10:44 am UTC (link)
	His own cock was feeling a bit neglected anyway, and he frees up one of his arms so he can drop his hand down to it and begin to stroke in time with Jack's thrusts into him. Another loud moan as Jack hits that particular spot with practiced precision. "I'm so close! Like that! Ah!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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