Ianto cried out at the sensation of Jack entering him, his back arching as he pulled Jack down into a rough, messy kiss. "Oh god, Jack," he moaned, moving to meet his thrusts. He wrapped his legs around his lover's waist, urging Jack to fuck him harder and deeper.
Nothing existed for him in that moment, save for Jack and this connection. "Yours," he gasped against Jack's mouth, "I'm yours...always." It was the only coherent thought he had, that he belonged to Jack, forever. It was almost overwhelming in some way. He'd never wanted anyone so completely before. Even Lisa hadn't been like this.