"Feel free to leave marks," Ianto says, and even if Ron is balls deep inside him, Ianto's head thrown back exposing his throat, the bastard still sounds wry.
"Oh, you're on," he replies, setting a brutal, punishing pace, pulling Ianto's legs up to wrap them around his hips - leaving a scatter of blue fingerprints on Ianto's thighs - pulling him closer and closer until Ianto whines and uses his hands to pull his head down for a kiss, until Ron has to hold Ianto's hands down in a bruising grip, and Ianto whines in his throat and comes when Ron puts his teeth to the tendon of Ianto's throat.
"Come on," Ianto says, afterwards, after shaking through the aftershocks and spreading his legs wider to let Ron keep going. "If Jack is going to kill you for this, you might as well enjoy it," he adds, and Ron barks out a surprised laughter at that, resting for a little bit, just where he is, and Ianto hooks his ankles together behind Ron's back and kisses his forehead, and when Ron starts moving again, throws his head back and groans like it's the best thing ever, even if he's already come and doesn't have a hope of doing it again.
Maybe it's that noise that does Ron in, but all it takes is a few quick thrusts and he's done, shaking apart in Ianto's grasp. "Fuck," he whispers, raspy and low.
"I think we just did," Ianto says, laughter in his voice.
"Harry's going to kill me," Ron says.
Ianto raises an eyebrow. "I thought the two of you weren't together?" he asks, sounding a little amused.
"We're not. He's still going to kill me," Ron sighs, rolling onto his back, taking care to throw the condom into a wastebasket next to his bed.
"I have a suggestion, then," Ianto says, and the wicked gleam is back in his eyes, the one that got Ron to invite him home in the first place, the one that got him to kiss him in the cab on the way there. "How about I fuck you? Then Harry can threaten to kill me and Jack can threaten to kill you, and hopefully everyone will be sufficiently frightened for their lives to pull their heads out of their arses?"
Ron thinks about it, thinks about how he's tried everything, and figures that hey, this time, at least he'll have fun. "I knew there was a reason I liked you," he rasps out, and Ianto gives him a predatory smile.
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Part 2
Date: 2010-08-21 05:30 pm (UTC)"Oh, you're on," he replies, setting a brutal, punishing pace, pulling Ianto's legs up to wrap them around his hips - leaving a scatter of blue fingerprints on Ianto's thighs - pulling him closer and closer until Ianto whines and uses his hands to pull his head down for a kiss, until Ron has to hold Ianto's hands down in a bruising grip, and Ianto whines in his throat and comes when Ron puts his teeth to the tendon of Ianto's throat.
"Come on," Ianto says, afterwards, after shaking through the aftershocks and spreading his legs wider to let Ron keep going. "If Jack is going to kill you for this, you might as well enjoy it," he adds, and Ron barks out a surprised laughter at that, resting for a little bit, just where he is, and Ianto hooks his ankles together behind Ron's back and kisses his forehead, and when Ron starts moving again, throws his head back and groans like it's the best thing ever, even if he's already come and doesn't have a hope of doing it again.
Maybe it's that noise that does Ron in, but all it takes is a few quick thrusts and he's done, shaking apart in Ianto's grasp. "Fuck," he whispers, raspy and low.
"I think we just did," Ianto says, laughter in his voice.
"Harry's going to kill me," Ron says.
Ianto raises an eyebrow. "I thought the two of you weren't together?" he asks, sounding a little amused.
"We're not. He's still going to kill me," Ron sighs, rolling onto his back, taking care to throw the condom into a wastebasket next to his bed.
"I have a suggestion, then," Ianto says, and the wicked gleam is back in his eyes, the one that got Ron to invite him home in the first place, the one that got him to kiss him in the cab on the way there. "How about I fuck you? Then Harry can threaten to kill me and Jack can threaten to kill you, and hopefully everyone will be sufficiently frightened for their lives to pull their heads out of their arses?"
Ron thinks about it, thinks about how he's tried everything, and figures that hey, this time, at least he'll have fun. "I knew there was a reason I liked you," he rasps out, and Ianto gives him a predatory smile.