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capt_harkness (capt_harkness) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-29 01:13:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 08, ianto jones, jack harkness

WHO: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
WHAT: Well it's been a long, been a long, been a long day.
WHERE: Museum
WHEN: Day 8, late evening
RATING: R-ish
STATUS: active

Jack was bone-weary once he finally found his way back to the museum. Between the 'death-off' (which at least Ianto couldn't be too pissed at him, right?) and the meeting with his clone, Jack had reached his limit of 'strange-ness' for the day. At least he was fairly certain he had the compound perfected. Wasn't pressurised like it should be, but the small misting bottles he found in the pharmacy should at least do the trick. It had proven effective when Jack had tried it against one of the Weevils a few hours ago, and that was good enough for him.

But now, all he wanted was to curl up with Ianto.

And, as apparently he had to clarify, his Ianto. Jack was hoping it was his waiting for him back in the museum, not that he couldn't tell which man was his. All it would take was another kiss. Heading into the room he had claimed as his own -- and had happily accepted Ianto into -- Jack wearily entered, looking for Ianto. "I'm too damn tired to play games. If it's the clone or the other Ianto, just say so. And if it is, clear out as I was here first."

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madeinwales
2009-06-04 09:17 am UTC (link)

Trousers were too tight, but not for too long, as deft fingers freed the both of them, even while Jack manhandled them into alignment. Ianto's fingers curled and he muffled a pleased little groan against Jack's neck, then nibbled and licked at the spot. At least until Jack followed his jawline up for a kiss, open mouthed and quick and messy.

"Then lounging about in dressing gowns and soft beds." He groaned just thinking about it.

"She laughed," he protested, though not with any venom, since he was distracted with his hands full of Jack. When guided, Ianto went willingly, pressing to soothe the ache in both of them. "I don't blame her, we were probably making climax faces." He pulled back just a bit and contorted his face a bit so that his mouth hung open and his eyebrows were raised.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-04 10:06 am UTC (link)

Oh what utter relief. Jack sighed softly as his trousers were undone, fabric no longer stretching far too tight that it had almost reached the point of painful. Now, though, able to rub against Ianto without any fabric between them was downright heavenly. The kisses weren't so much kisses as open-mouthed pressing of lips together, almost as if Jack was attempting to devour Ianto whole from the mouth down.

"Lounging?" Jack asked, rocking his hips sharply as if to punctuate the statement. "Don't think there'd be much lounging." A weekend away with Ianto at some swank Cardiff hotel -- the idea shouldn't have made him smile as much as it did.

"You do," Jack murmured, drawing his lips along Ianto's jaw and moving towards his earlobe to find that spot, "make quite the climax face. The laugh was more nervous than anything. Either that or she was trying to figure out how to get between us." Deftly, Jack switched their positions so he was pinning Ianto to the makeshift bed, hips slowly mimicking the slide of sex, rubbing groin to groin. Tonight, this would have to do until they procured something that would work as lube -- not to mention not knowing when Shannon would be arriving.

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madeinwales
2009-06-05 06:36 am UTC (link)

A sharp spike of pleasure raced up his spine at the sharp little thrust and Ianto let his forehead rest against Jack's neck with it. He agreed rather mindlessly to whatever it was Jack was saying, just so long as he kept doing that. "Alright," he said eventually, voice thick and gravelly, "shagging and passing out."

When he found himself on his back, Ianto wormed a hand between them, gripping the both of them loosely in a fist to keep their alignment. Both legs went around Jack's waist and he made a mental note to try and find something lube like. Oil maybe. There had to be something.

Only they would be concerned with lube in captivity.

"Jack?" he murmured, mouthing at whatever skin he could, just for the taste of Jack. "Shut up and get on with it."

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capt_harkness
2009-06-05 10:51 am UTC (link)

And that, right there, was what Jack had been waiting for: that hitch in Ianto's voice that turned it even deeper, the accent all the more pronounced. God, how easily Ianto could be his complete and utter undoing. Not that he would, of course, ever admit this fact.

Jack added a soft groan as Ianto's hand went around them and his legs around his waist. Truly, it was a shame that Ianto covered up that physique with three-piece suits, but the man looked so good in them that Jack wouldn't complain. Still, Jack knew just how flexible Ianto really was -- and god they needed to find lube. This would have to suffice for now -- no matter how Jack wanted to bury himself inside Ianto.

"Shut up and get on with it?" Jack asked, speeding up his hips, using the friction supplied by Ianto's hand to his advantage. "This better?" He worked his own hand between them, covering Ianto's and squeezing a bit tighter while his mouth descended for another open-mouthed kiss.

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madeinwales
2009-06-05 09:01 pm UTC (link)

Jack'd get a lot of that hitch, purring encouragement directly into his ear and gasping out swears as quietly as he could. There were others in the museum, after all.

Later, when they were both as sated as they could be, Ianto's voice'd still be gravelly and his accent thicker, but there wouldn't be any of the urgency that there had been. "Gotta find lube," he murmured, passing a hand (the clean one) through Jack's hair affectionately. "Thank you."

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