Jack whimpered at the tighter grip on his hair, arching his back, instinctive struggles. Painpleasurefear, and the light-headedness of blood loss.
Ianto shifted his position, sliding under Jack to let the blood that escaped Spike splatter on his face, his tongue darting out to taste the drops that fell on his lips. Watching the shiver that ran through Jack's body, he pulled on his cock, once, twice, and let out a hissing breath as he came all over his stomach.