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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto is sorting through the bottles in the Astral Bar.  Because of the lack of light he's having to sort by taste, but that's not something he's too worried about right now.

When he manages to find a bottle of high quality whiskey he seats himself on one of the barstools, pouring it into a glass he's already found, tossing it back.  He repeats this a few times before pushing his glass away.  He still doesn't feel any better about this.]

((So.  It's Ianto's 25th... his canon DOB is 19th August 1983.  I swear I'm not just being sadistic. .__.))

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[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[grins against his chest, then let's his other hand trail further down, finges teasing at his entrance]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto growls slightly, tugging at Jack's hair.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Not so fun to be on the receiving end, is it? [He drags it on for a few more seconds, then sits up an reaches for the lotion, coating his fingers and pushing one inside]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto doesn't reply, glaring at him instead. He's reciprocative enough when Jack adds a finger though, and pushes back against it with a slight moan.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack moves the finger in and out, then adds a second, curling them slightly]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto's breath catches, and he bites back another whimper.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack nuzzles at his stomach, lapping at the skin a few times before speaking up] Let me here your voice Ianto....[Its part order, part request]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto glances up at him, making a frustrated sound in the back of his throat.] Jack...

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Grins again, the movement of his fingers speeding up slightly] Come one Ianto, for me.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He growls, pushing back against his fingers again.] What do you want me to say?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[He makes sure to brush against the more sensitive spots now] Nothing, everything...I just want to hear you.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto's getting really frustrated by now, and flops back on the bed with a frustrated groan.] How do you expect me to talk if you keep doing that?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[If he was really in a teasing mood, he'd pull his fingers out now. Instead he leans up and kisses him, his arousal rubbing against the bed as he tries to drag this on longer]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto deepens the kiss, tugging Jack up slightly.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack finally pulls his fingers out, pulling away just enough so that he can coat himself with the lotion. A slight shiver runs down his spine at the cold, but he just runs his clean hand down Ianto's side] Ready?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto takes a moment to relax himself before nodding, and looking up at Jack with a slightly glazed expression.] More than ready.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack smiles at him in what he hopes is a reassuring way, then readies himself, slowly pushing into Ianto]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto pushes back against him, trying to encourage him to speed up.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack buries himself to the root, kissing at Ianto's skin. He starts moving, at first slowly, then steadily speeding up]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto pulls at Jack's hair, tugging him up into a kiss.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack kisses him back hungrily, speeding up his movements and finally setting a rhythm. He tilts his hips slightly, changing the angle]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto whimpers at the change in angle, tugging at Jack's lip with his teeth.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[The sound sends a wave of pleasure through Jack and he shifts again, putting more force into his movements in hope Ianto will be vocal again]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[His whimper becomes a slightly strangled cry and shifts, biting down on Jack's shoulder in an attempt to muffle himself slightly.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack winces slightly, but the pain is laced with pleasure, and he let's out a long moan]