Attempt at something more than pg rated
Sep. 9th, 2007 12:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silver_sunFandom: Torchwood
Rating; R or nc-17
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Note: A short attempt at pwp. Comments welcome. This is the first bit of fic/drabble that goes further than kissing that I’ve posted.
The heat is incredible, Jack’s chest against his back, Jack’s breath on his skin, Jack’s lips against his neck.
It’s not a position for fast sex, for anything too demanding. It’s intimate, tender, the movement between them slow, intense.
One of Jack’s hands grips his hip, the other, linked with his own, is curled around his cock. Hands moving in time with the slow, rocking rhythm of their bodies.
It’s a slow building fire inside them. It’s liquid heat in Ianto’s veins, until his breath is coming in short gasps, his free hand clutching at the sheets, whole body trembling with sensation.
Later, both sated, Jack rests a sweat damp forehead against Ianto’s shoulder, their breathing slowly returning to normal.
Drifting into contented sleep with Jack inside him, around him, holding him close, is something that Ianto knows he will never tire of, will never not want.
"Gorgeous," Jack mumbles into Ianto’s hair, voice heavy with sleep and desire, "you are so gorgeous."
"You too, you too." Ianto lifts his head slightly and Jack slips his arm beneath it so that Ianto’s head rests against his shoulder.
Wrapped in each others arms they sleep.
Rating; R or nc-17
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Note: A short attempt at pwp. Comments welcome. This is the first bit of fic/drabble that goes further than kissing that I’ve posted.
The heat is incredible, Jack’s chest against his back, Jack’s breath on his skin, Jack’s lips against his neck.
It’s not a position for fast sex, for anything too demanding. It’s intimate, tender, the movement between them slow, intense.
One of Jack’s hands grips his hip, the other, linked with his own, is curled around his cock. Hands moving in time with the slow, rocking rhythm of their bodies.
It’s a slow building fire inside them. It’s liquid heat in Ianto’s veins, until his breath is coming in short gasps, his free hand clutching at the sheets, whole body trembling with sensation.
Later, both sated, Jack rests a sweat damp forehead against Ianto’s shoulder, their breathing slowly returning to normal.
Drifting into contented sleep with Jack inside him, around him, holding him close, is something that Ianto knows he will never tire of, will never not want.
"Gorgeous," Jack mumbles into Ianto’s hair, voice heavy with sleep and desire, "you are so gorgeous."
"You too, you too." Ianto lifts his head slightly and Jack slips his arm beneath it so that Ianto’s head rests against his shoulder.
Wrapped in each others arms they sleep.