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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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[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]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He responds with a moan of his own, and licks at the bite, pressing himself as close to Jack as he can manage.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack's movements are barely controlled, just enough that he manages to hit what he knows to be the more sensitive spots, a shudder running through his body]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto kisses him urgently, breathing more than a little ragged as he tries to maintain some self-control.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack is breathing harshly now, thrusting as deeply as he can into Ianto, one hand clutching at the bed sheets]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto clenches around him, one hand reaching over to Jack's and pulling away from Jack just enough to speak.] Jack...

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack twines his fingers with Ianto's, burying his face in the crook of his neck and kissing along chest and shoulder]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto tightens his grip on Jack's hand, and he nuzzles at the tip of his ear in an attempt to get his attention.] Jack.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Yeah? [Jack pants softly against his skin, turning his head so that he can nuzzle right where neck meets shoulder]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Can't hold on much longer... [Ianto trails off with a frustrated groan, nuzzling at Jack's hair.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Then don't. [He nips at his neck then, hard enough to leave a bruise as he reaches between them and grasps Ianto, stroking him]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[The stroking is exactly what he needs, and he reaches orgasm soon after, his grip on Jack loosening slightly as he rides it out.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack let's out a deep groan, thrusting for a few moments longer before he comes himself. His whole body is covered in sweat, and he's panting softly. He leans forward and nuzzles at Ianto's neck, gripping the edge of the tie between his teeth and tugging slightly]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto pushes at him slightly, trying to get him to leave his tie alone.] Was there even any point in me wearing that?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack holds on stubbornly for a moment longer, then let's go] It made for an amazing view, believe me.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto gives him an amused look before tugging it off and inspecting it.] That's the only reason you made me keep it on?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[And there are no marks on the tie; he's good like that] I got distracted . You still taste like alcohol you know....

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Which is why Ianto's happy enough to put it to one side.] Well, I haven't had a chance to drink anything else yet.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

I never said it was a bad thing. [nuzzles his neck, lapping at the skin]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

It will be if I go to sleep without drinking water, or something.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Humms slightly, seeming too busy licking and tasting Ianto's skin to give a proper answer]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto makes a small sound of appreciation, stroking absently at Jack's hair.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack sighs contently, nuzzling Ianto's ear. One of his hands begin to wonder, fingers brushing over skin as if he's trying to memorize every angle and bump]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto relaxes, nuzzling slightly at the top of his head.]