Ratings: Adult – sex
Spoilers: Nothing major
Summary: Ianto want to look at Jack.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
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Sometimes, I just want to look at you. Forget about the sex. Sometimes, all I want is for you to just stand before me and let me look at you. It’s never made sense to me, this attraction but there it is. I can’t resist you, Jack.
Tonight is one of those nights. It’s been a late night, like most of them. You wait eagerly as I finish switching the lights off and checking the alarms. Your hands are deep in your pockets and you bounce on your heels a little as you stand by the hatch waiting for me. I don’t know when exactly I learned what those little movements of yours mean but somehow I understand them. I understand what your body says to me.
You grin at me as I step towards you but don’t speak. You just let me lead the way down to your room. As I begin to step down, I feel your hand brush the small of my back.
In your room, I step out of my shoes and socks, slip my jacket and tie off and lie down. You wait for me to direct you.
I sit up against your pillows and smile at you. “I want to look at you.”
Your smile is soft and your cheeks flush with pleasure. You love it when I do this.
Hesitantly, your hands go to your braces as you wait for my instructions.
“Go on,” I command in my softest voice.
You grin at me and begin to undress slowly. I love to watch your body being slowly revealed to me. Your muscles, your smooth skin, the curves of your body, the way your cock wakens before my eyes, I love it all.
Braces unhooked, you undo your shirt, one button at a time and I watch you. You keep your eyes on me every second. I don’t know what it is you like to see in my eyes as you reveal yourself to me. Maybe it’s the arousal, the lust, the enjoyment of you. Maybe it’s just the approval.
You slide your shirt off your shoulders and I watch the way the muscles flex beneath your skin. My eyes flicker back up to yours and you are still watching me.
“Go on,” I murmur and your hands slide down your flat stomach to your trouser button. Slowly, you undo it, then the zip and slide the trousers down. My eyes wander over your muscular thighs. I know the way they feel clamped around me.
I want to see you all. I want to see the whole of your body. My eyes command you and you push off your boxers and step out of them.
There you are, your entire body exposed to my gaze. Your cock is waking as I gaze at you, stretching up, aching for my attention. I can feel your heavy breathing, see the way your belly moves so fast. I can smell the way your pheromones react to me. They’re stronger suddenly. I wonder if everybody can smell when you’re aroused. I wonder if I’m actually smelling it, or if it’s just in my head.
You stand completely still under my scrutiny and I see your cock get even harder. I touch you with my eyes only and you begin to tremble.
I kneel up on the bed and look closer at you. You hold your head up and return my gaze but your eyes are wide and, as I look at you, you begin to tremble even more. I smile at you and breathe so that it caresses your cheek.
“Oh God please, Ianto.”
I reward you with a smile, then I reach out and brush your cheek with my finger. “What do you want, Jack?” I whisper. I know what the answer will be.
“You,” you say immediately.
“I’m right here.”
“Yeah, but … god Ianto, I need to feel you.”
I grin. I love making you this needy. I take your hand and put it to my shirt. “Undress me.”
Your hands are trembling but you are eager as you tug my shirt away from me. Somehow, you get me undressed and then you are pressing into me, eager and desperate. Your hard cock rubs against my thigh.
I grasp hold of your hips and ease you back. “Steady,” I whisper. “Don’t get over excited.”
You whimper like a puppy denied his favourite toy. “Ianto, please.”
I smile gently at you. Your mouth is open and you are panting heavily. Your eyes are trained on me, gazing openly at me.
I pull back and move behind you. I stroke your back. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” I murmur and feel you tremble beneath my hand. I press close to you and kiss your shoulder. “Every fucking inch of you.” I press a kiss to your shoulder and feel tremors go through your body.
You’re coming apart in my arms. You need to feel me. I press more firmly to your back and encourage you onto the bed. You climb on, on your hands on your knees and I take my place behind you.
You stay still, waiting for me to slide inside you. I settle myself behind you and reach for the lube. I glance at your face. Your eyes are closed now, your mouth still open. Beads of perspiration inch down your face. Your expression is calm, patient. You know I will give you what you need.
I stroke your back with one hand and slowly push my slicked finger inside you. You gasp but hold still. Your thighs tremble with the effort. I push and twist my fingers inside you but at the same time stroke your back, reminding you that your patience will be rewarded.
You’re mewling softly but keeping still, like you know you’re supposed to. There will be time for movement soon.
You rest your head against the pillow and turn it towards me so you can watch me. I grin at you. I like to watch you and I like you watching me.
I press my fingers as far as they will go. A whimper escapes your lips and you bite down. You’re ready.
I pull back and slide my slicked fingers over my cock. A groan escapes my throat as my cock throbs in my hand. I need to be inside you.
I grasp you by the hip and edge my cock at your hole and watch the way your entire body jerks. A cry falls from your lips and you try to push back onto my cock. I hold you steady with a firm hand on your hip as I drive forwards and fill you up.
You cry out my name and your body seems to draw me in deeper. I make an effort to hold still, let you adjust to the presence of my cock. It is not long before your hips begin to thrust and I know you are ready.
I cup both your hips with a firm grip and draw back. I watch you as I fuck you. There is so much to see. I love to watch the pleasure in your face and your body. It trembles through you.
I fuck you hard and deep, driving all the way into you, making you feel every inch of me. You’re murmuring something I can’t quite hear, the same word over and over again. I think I know which word it is.
You’re trembling all over and I know how close you are. I speed up my thrusts, bringing myself to the edge. I reach beneath you and wrap my hand around your cock. Two firm, quick movements and you lose control. Your limbs tremble, your eyes squeeze shut and you bite your lip hard. Your cries escape your mouth anyway. It feels as though your whole body is clenching around me. I can’t hold back. My own thighs clench and I let myself go. Gripping you by the hips and watching your face, I come deep inside you.
We collapse together. There is clean up to be done but right now that isn’t important. We don’t speak. You just turn into me and nuzzle into my neck. You breath in deep and I know you are taking in my scent, memorising it perhaps. I hold you close, stroke your hair and watch your face.
Your expression is the perfect picture of contentment. You look as though nothing else in the whole world could make you happier. This is the look on your face that I crave. I’d do anything to see that expression every moment of every day, for you to not crave him, who’ll never give you what you need. I want to be the one to give you everything.
I find you watching me. I stroke your face and you smile at me. “Ianto,” you whisper and I know what word you were chanting.
I kiss you and you hold onto me and nuzzle into me. I stroke your hair and hold you as you fall asleep. I watch the contentment in your face until I too fall asleep.