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Reconciliation	By : sein_Henker Category: S through Z > Torchwood Views: 2967 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Reconciliation

Summary: Jack comes home to his four submissives after The Year That Never Was, but they're upset and, consequently, unusually disobedient. Jack's got his work cut out for him in getting things back to normal. (Fivesome fic.)

Rating: AO

Word Count: 23,913

Other Chapters: One Two Three Four Five

Disclaimer: The British Broadcasting Corporation owns Torchwood and all related characters, settings, and trademarks. I do not profit in any way from this material.

Pairings: Gwen/Ianto/Jack/Owen/Tosh, (in the order that they appear explicitly:) Jack/Gwen, Jack/Tosh, Owen/Tosh (Jack/Owen/Tosh), Tosh/Gwen (Jack/Tosh/Gwen), Jack/Gwen (Owen/Jack/Gwen), Ianto/Gwen (Jack/Ianto/Gwen), Jack/Ianto, Jack/Gwen, Gwen/Tosh (Jack/Gwen/Tosh), Tosh/Jack, Jack/Owen, (mentioned:) Jack/Doctor, Jack/Rhys, John/Jack

Contains:BDSM, polygamy, open relationships, barebacking, blowjobs, fingering, PIV, mild spanking, voyeurism, pinning, exhibitionism, masturbation, spanking, collars, cunnilingus, anal sex, handjob, flogging, anal fingering

Warnings: mentions of major character death, references to internment camps, non-lethal shooting, boundary pushing, accidental barebacking, vague references to torture
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Word Count: 5250

Explicit Pairings: Ianto/Gwen (Jack/Ianto/Gwen), Jack/Ianto

Contains: spanking, cunnilingus, collars, anal sex

Warnings: accidental barebacking
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Jack watched Ianto run the words though his head, double and triple checking that he hadn't been included in the dismissal. When Ianto finally seemed to notice that Jack was staring at him, Jack just smiled.
Jack looked back at Gwen. Her eyes were closed again, but that was alright. Her punishment was more-or-less on recess. He just wanted to use her as an instrument in Ianto's right now. He waved Ianto over to him, but addressed Gwen. "Come here, Ianto. Gwen, bend your knees, put your feet flat on the floor, and spread your thighs. Get comfortable. Keep your eyes closed if you want... Little bit wider... Perfect." When Gwen's position was to his satisfaction and Ianto was within arm's reach, he turned to Ianto and unbuttoned and removed Ianto's jacket. Ianto allowed this. Jack didn't need Ianto naked, but nor was it optimal to have him in a suit. He needed to be at least topless. Maybe down to his pants. Naked enough to feel vulnerable, at least.
He pulled Ianto's tie off and started on Ianto's shirt, and that was when Ianto spoke up. "Sir..." he said, in his most level tone, "What are you doing?"
"We had a deal and you broke it," Jack said calmly.
"Wha—"
"You took your eyes off Gwen."
Gwen gulped as loudly as Ianto did.
"It's not your fault, Gwen," Jack said. "Just hold that position and let Ianto pleasure you and you'll be done for the day very soon."
"But— I—" Ianto stammered.
"Are you using your safeword?"
Ianto shut his eyes and took a deep breath, and Jack kept his hands still while he waited. "No."
Jack went back to unbuttoning Ianto's shirt. "Then you're just getting started for the night, so don't make it worse for yourself."
"Sir, no offence to Gwen, but I'd really rather—"
"I don't care what you'd rather do. You'll do as I tell you or you'll use your safeword."
"But sir, is this really fair when you—"
"Stop talking right now, before you get yourself into even more trouble." Jack was not obligated to give them all chances to talk their way out of punishments, and he certainly didn't do so when they began their defences with 'but you—' Gwen had known better than that, and Ianto really should have too. What Jack had done was not the point. It was never the point. Nothing Jack had ever done justified the flagrant disobedience he'd seen from everyone except Tosh since he'd returned.
Ianto's shirt was completely unbuttoned now, and Jack reached to slip it over his shoulders, but Ianto swatted his hands away.
"Don't I have a right to be upset that you—"
Gwen's eyes fluttered open at the sound of Jack's hand smacking Ianto's arse with force that would have bruised if Ianto had already been naked. As it was, Ianto's trousers muffled a lot of the sound and probably a great deal of the pain and lingering damage, but it still got Gwen's attention and shut Ianto up immediately.
"Do you need to use your safeword?" Jack asked again, completely calmly.
Ianto kept quiet and didn't move for three long seconds, then he blinked a few times and shook his head. "No," he said, and there was an almost-whine in his voice. That smack had sobered him quickly and he knew he was in deep shit. Jack had given him so many warnings.
Without another word, Jack walked behind Ianto and delivered nine more swats, each just as hard as the first. Gwen watched every blow fall and Ianto took them in silence, though he flinched at every hit. Jack hit with about as much force as he could without knocking Ianto to his knees. When he'd finished, he walked back around to face Ianto and grabbed Ianto's mouth.
"There are two threats that I want you to take very seriously," Jack said, "Because you don't seem to be taking anything else I say seriously: One, the next time you swat my hands away from you without using your safeword, I will make you cry. Two, I'm going to collar you after this, and unless you want me to use my shock collar, do not say another fucking word until I give you permission. You can nod or shake your head in response to direct questions. Understood?"
Ianto nodded. Since he couldn't say he was sorry, his body language said it. His shoulders slumped, his eyes wouldn't meet Jack's, and he blushed furiously.
"Then strip," Jack said, pulling off Ianto's shirt for him. "I was going to let you keep your pants, but now I don't think so."
Ianto nodded. He toes off his shoes and pulled off his socks, then dropped his pants and trousers in one go.
Jack touched him, not in any offer of pleasure but in a firm reminder that he could. Ianto's body was Jack's to do as he liked with. He pulled Ianto back against his chest so that his cock was pressed against Ianto's arse, then grabbed Ianto's thigh with his left hand and gripped it so hard Ianto whimpered. "Shhh," Jack said. "Remember, use your safeword at any time you need to." He spread Ianto's legs and ran his right hand up Ianto's right thigh possessively, then fondled Ianto's ballsack in the least pleasurable way that wouldn't actually cause Ianto pain. As a final touch, he nipped Ianto hard on the shoulder and whispered "If you want to be treated gently, you can start behaving." before letting go completely.
"On your knees," he said while Ianto was still sulking. "Gwen, if he starts on you now, will he hurt you?"
"Shouldn't do, no," Gwen said.
"Good." He sat down on the floor behind her and stroked her hair. "Just be good and this will be easy. For both of you. Ianto, have you ever eaten a woman out before?"
Ianto nodded, but didn't look at Jack.
"Have at it, then," Jack said. "Get her to come again. And Gwen," He shifted his voice to an almost teasing tone, "Even from this angle, I will know if you try to fake it."
She nodded, then tensed slightly when Ianto's tongue brushed over her cunt. Jack stroked her hair and face again and she relaxed slightly. She kept her eyes closed, but she looked absolutely gorgeous like this, naked and spread and calmly obeying him. She was sorry. He knew she was. Tomorrow, he'd let her finish easily, and maybe (sometimes miracles happen) she'd start being good.
Ianto looked frustratingly beautiful as well. He leaned in slowly, pink tongue lapping at the fluids on Gwen's exposed cunt, and for a second he blinked hard and made the oddest face. He looked up at Jack, and Jack had to use a lot of self-control not to smirk at him. Ianto was in too much trouble to get that kind of comfort right now. Jack had eaten women out after men had come in them before, though, and it was an interesting taste.
Ianto did seem to be well-versed in this. He had Gwen wiggling in just a few minutes, moaning in five, and Jack was sure she was about to come in ten. He watched her toes curl and her nose crinkle and she bucked into Ianto's mouth once, but Ianto clearly didn't appreciate that, so Jack put a hand on her abdomen to still her, and Ianto went on. Eventually, her entire body tensed up and she came hard and whined when Ianto didn't quite stop quickly enough. Ianto backed off after that, and they both looked up at Jack expectantly.
"Good," Jack told them both. He leaned forward and kissed Gwen's forehead, then helped her to her feet and kissed her again, on the lips. "Get dressed. You're dismissed." He looked down at Ianto. "You..."
Ianto's body language begged for mercy. The boy could make puppy-dog eyes, when he wanted to.
Great. They'd match the collar.
"You can stand up if you want," Jack said. "We're going to be leaving the room, so stand up or crawl quickly."
He stood up, of course. He crossed his arms and angled himself away from Gwen, so that she wouldn't get a good look at his assets. It displeased Jack, but he let it go, more for Gwen's sake than Ianto's. Ianto waited patiently while Jack and Gwen dressed, and only looked mildly distressed when Jack kissed her again and told her to have fun with Rhys and not worry about tomorrow.
She nodded and walked out of the room, and then Jack turned to Ianto.
"Did you have anywhere to be tonight?"
Ianto pouted, because he realized what that question meant, but shook his head.
"Good. Turn your phone off and then we'll move up to my office."
Ianto fished the phone out of his jacket pocket and turned it off, then looked at Jack awkwardly with his jacket in his hand.
"Leave it here," Jack said. "Nothing's going to happen to it."
Ianto dropped his jacket into the pile with the rest of his clothes, then dropped his phone safely on top of it. Jack headed for his office and waved for Ianto to follow him. Ianto did, though he stayed several feet behind Jack. He shut the door at Jack's request once they were both in Jack's office.
"Kneel by my chair and wait here," Jack said, and he went down to his bedroom to dig the collars out. He had three: the shock collar, a pinch collar, and a smooth and gentle leather collar. Ianto had kept his end of the deal to avoid the shock collar, and even though Jack could spring it on him anyway, he wouldn't. The pinch collar, though... Ianto would feel a bit betrayed, since Jack had let him assume that it was a straight choice between the shock collar and a regular one, but he'd get over it. Jack picked up the pinch collar and a lead and headed back up.
Jack got back into his office and immediately sat down and moved his chair slightly, so that Ianto was between his spread legs, in a perfect position to blow him. Jack had just came in Gwen, though, and Ianto already had Jack's taste in his mouth, mingled though it was with Gwen's, so there really wasn't any need for that on either end. "Chin up," he said, meaning it literally, though an improvement in Ianto's mood would also be appreciated.
The noise Ianto made when he saw the prong collar was more of a petulant sigh than a whine. He looked up and held quite still while Jack fastened it, and he honestly seemed to feel more sorry than betrayed.
"It's okay," Jack said, gently pushing Ianto's head into his thigh and then fastening the lead. "I like the pinch collar. It tightens when there's tension between the leash and the collar, so stay close to me and keep calm and you won't feel any pain."
Ianto nodded. He kept his head against Jack's thigh and knelt in the most beautifully submissive position, and Jack softened just a bit and lightly scratched Ianto's scalp with his left hand.
Ianto sighed with relief.
"Shhh," Jack said, scratching away. "We're going to be okay," he promised. "Just be good."
Ianto nodded. Jack stilled his left hand, but kept it buried in Ianto's hair as a source of reassurance for his wayward submissive and turned his attention to some paperwork. Jack could type one-handed easily and quickly. That was a normal and expected skill for anyone who'd passed the third grade in the Second Great and Bountiful Human Empire. Jack typed away and Ianto held still and did some thinking.
Jack was just contemplating giving Ianto permission to speak again when his office door was thrown open.
"One of these days," Jack said, saving his documents before he looked at her, "I will teach you how to knock."
"We need to talk, Jack."
"I mean, I could just start spanking you every time you forget. Wonder how quickly you'd get in the habit—"
"Jack." Her voice broke.
Jack frowned. He unclipped Ianto's lead. "Ianto. Bathroom break. Take your time. Don't speak, don't take the collar off, and don't put your clothes on. Feel free to eat something if you're hungry, and you can turn your phone back on an send a few texts, if you want. You're going to be staying the night here. Okay?" Jack was going to give Ianto some time to take care of himself anyway. If Gwen needed his attention now, it might as well be now.
Ianto nodded.
"Good. Shut the door on your way out and if its closed when you come back, knock."
Ianto nodded and left the room.
Jack and Gwen stared at each other for a minute in silence.
"I'm sorry," Jack said. "I really thought you were alright." He stood up and walked around his desk with his arms open. "Come here and tell me what went wrong."
She hesitated.
"That was an invitation, not an order." He sighed. "Alright. Just tell me what's wrong, then."
She shook her head and looked away from him. "I am alright. It's such a small thing..."
"Clearly it's not."
"I mean..." She took a deep breath. "It wasn't the punishment or Tosh or Ianto or... It isn't what you did, necessarily. It's just that..." She looked away from him for a second to regain her composure. "We promised Rhys we'd do one thing for him. Do you remember what it was?"
Jack thought about it for a second. "Shit," he said. "I am so sorry." They'd promised Rhys they would always use protection during vaginal sex. It was a perfectly reasonable request, and since neither Jack nor Gwen particularly wanted to get pregnant with the other's child, they'd readily agreed to it. Jack forgot, occasionally, because it wasn't something he worried about with any of his other submissives. If one of them had sex outside of the group, they took safety precautions, but otherwise they didn't really worry about it. Ianto and Owen couldn't get pregnant, and Jack and Tosh both knew they weren't going to carry any child to term, full-stop. Gwen was in slightly different situation, though. There was a very good chance that Gwen would decide to keep the baby, should she find herself pregnant with a child that she was reasonably certain was Rhys'. Gwen usually reminded Jack when he forgot about a condom, because this was important to her in a way that it was not important to him. That did not let him off the hook for this. Far from it. "I'm an ass. I'm sorry. It will never happen again."
Gwen nodded, but still didn't look at Jack. "Okay." He reached out for her again, and this time she came to him. He pulled her into his chest and kissed her head. "I'm sorry," he said again.
"I'm not on the pill," she said into his shirt.
"I am," he said.
"Wha—"
"So there's a very low chance that I got you pregnant, or vice-versa, but here..." He let her go for a minute, and went back to the other side of his desk to get her a box of the stash he kept in his top left drawer.
"Jack," Gwen said, smiling slightly as she took it. "Why do you have morning after pills in your desk?"
"In case I'm worried I'm pregnant."
"There were like five boxes in there."
"In case I'm worried that I and up to four other people might get pregnant. Shit happens. Do you want it or not?"
She nodded. She took the box from him, stepped back, and started reading it.
"All better?"
"Not quite," Gwen said. "I just feel like we've betrayed Rhys..." She didn't say 'again,' but he could tell that she was thinking it. She still felt guilty about what had happened with Owen. Even though Owen was, by virtue of being another of Jack's submissives, on the OK list for Gwen to have sex with, Gwen still considered it cheating because it had happened outside of the very specific context in which Rhys had approved it. Jack knew that, and he'd eased off ordering her to have sex with Owen for a while because he knew it triggered her guilt. Letting Owen wank earlier was a slightly different matter. She was being punished.
"You didn't do anything wrong," Jack said.
She shook her head. "Jack, when I got home last night... I didn't even tell him you were back, let alone that we'd had sex."
"Do you usually tell him every single time we have sex?"
She raised her eyebrows. She knew as well as Jack did that Jack was trying to absolve her on a technicality. "If I'd done something like that to you, you'd be angry."
"I'm your Dom. He's your boyfriend. I am explicitly allowed to get angry about things that he isn't, and even I don't expect you to tell me every time you fuck Rhys." He didn't even expect them to tell him every time she'd fucked Owen, but he didn't mention that.
She shook her head.
"I fucked up, Gwen. Not we, me. You don't need to feel guilty, and you don't need to tell him if you don't want to."
She shook her head. "I could have reminded you. Used my safeword or something. You wouldn't have been angry."
It wasn't a question, but Jack shook his head anyway. "You've wouldn't even have needed your safeword. If you'd just said something, I would have just put on a condom and kept going, same as all the times when you weren't being punished." He cupped her cheek. "But it's not your job to stop me in situations like that. The safeword is there if you need it, but it isn't your responsibility to use it. You were distracted. It's my job not to put you in situations like that." He kissed her gently. "Think you can forgive me?"
She thought about it for a second, and then smirked. "Am I still in trouble?"
"Does that change your answer?" Jack asked, smirking back.
She shut her eyes and shook her head, laughing under her breath.
"Yes," Jack said. "A little bit." He lifted Gwen's chin up and kissed her on the lips again. "It won't be bad. I promise. I don't want you to worry about it at home tonight."
"Okay," she said, nodding. She looked up at him and smiled. "Yes. I forgive you."
"Thank you," Jack said. "It will never happen again."
"I'll see you tomorrow." She headed for the door.
"See you tomorrow. And Gwen?"
"Yeah?" she said, turning back around.
"I wasn't kidding. Start knocking or I am going to start spanking you."
She blushed.
"Fair warning," Jack said, smiling.
She decided against saying anything and instead just nodded and left.
Jack thought better of going to look for Ianto. He'd told Ianto to take his time. Let him. Jack wanted him ready to settle in when he came back. It was getting late. They'd be headed for bed soon. Paper work first, though. The queen got cross when Jack fell behind on it. She got weekly updates on Torchwood activity, so if Jack fell more than a week behind, Jack got a phone call demanding proof that his team was still alive and Cardiff didn't need to be taken off the maps.
Gwen had actually done a wonderful job of keeping up with the paperwork. Jack mostly just read over her reports to catch himself up on what they'd been doing while he was away. He'd have to be nice to her for that tomorrow.
Ianto reentered the room and lingered by the door for a minute. Without looking at him, Jack snapped and pointed to the floor beside him. Ianto obeyed the order without hesitation, but also without much enthusiasm. He knelt perfectly submissively and closed his eyes. Jack returned his left hand to Ianto's hair, and Ianto leaned back against Jack's thigh, though he was now on the outside of it. Jack finished his paperwork in silence, and never bothered to reattach the lead. Ianto was being good. It wasn't necessary. Without it, the collar was fierce-looking but harmless, and that was alright.
When Jack was almost finished with the paperwork, he scratched Ianto's scalp a bit and then removed his hand from Ianto's hair. "Go down to my room and wait by the bed. I'll be there in just a minute."
True to his word, Jack emailed his reports to the queen's advisor and then went down to his bunker. Ianto turned and watched Jack climb down, and kept still and silent as Jack walked over to him, kissed him, and removed the collar. He relaxed visibly when it came off. Jack put the collar down on his dresser, then sat down on his bed, pulled Ianto down with him, and stretched them out so that Jack was spooning Ianto, with one arm wrapped around him.
He kissed Ianto on the neck, over a couple of the tiny dots where the sharp prongs of the collar had been, and Ianto reached up and squeezed Jack's hand.
"Good boy," Jack said. "Now, stay calm and talk to me without blaming me for your own disobedience."
"I'm sorry," were the well-chosen first words out of Ianto's mouth. "I'm really sorry."
"I know," Jack said. "I'm not angry anymore. Just be good."
Ianto nodded. "You make that hard sometimes."
"Yes," Jack said. "I do. Do it anyway." He let Ianto get away with that one, because it was true.
Ianto sighed, and nodded again.
"I don't hurt you for fun, Ianto. I made you watch that because I thought it was something you needed to see."
"I thought it was about Gwen."
I could have punished Gwen with just Tosh and Owen. Making you watch was about you. I knew it would hurt."
"So why did you do it?"
"I was hoping that a lot of pain in the short-term would teach you to avoid the sort of gnawing pain in the long-term that you could fool yourself into thinking was normal." To make you fall out of love with me. Because you need to fall out of love with me.
"And then you go and do this..." Ianto said, snuggling back into Jack.
"Unrelated," Jack said. "Coincidentally appropriate both for what this is and what it never should be."
"Do you cuddle Gwen this way? Even though she has..."
"When she needs it. I don't delegate my job to Rhys."
"Owen and Tosh?"
Jack chuckled. "All the restraints it would take to make Owen hold still and accept this would completely defeat the point. Tosh, yes, though."
Ianto nodded and was quiet for a few seconds, then he asked: "Was Gwen upset about..." He searched for a tasteful way to word it for a few seconds, then settled on, "... me?"
"No."
"Really?"
"Yes. She was upset about something I did, all on my own, and I took care of it. Are you upset about her?"
"It was my fault."
"Yes, it was. That's not what I asked, though."
Ianto sighed. "I don't know. It hurt, same as everything else before your office, but it's not... It wasn't her. It wasn't the sex. I'm not upset with her or with you. I just... but you don't owe me..." He couldn't bring himself to say it. He sighed again and shook his head.
"Shhhh..." Jack kissed Ianto's neck again.
"The ridiculous thing is," Ianto said, "I don't want a boyfriend."
"No," Jack said softly, "I didn't think so." Not in this century.
"I was fine with the way things were until you left. Now I just..."
"What?"
Ianto squeezed his hand again. "Did you have sex with the Doctor?"
"When?"
"While you were gone."
"No."
"Did you want to?"
"Yes."
"Is he another submissive?"
Jack snorted. "No."
"Do you love him?"
"Ow." That wasn't fair. Jack hadn't made Ianto say it.
"More than you love us?"
"I'm not ranking the people I love," Jack said in a warning tone. "But I could have stayed with him and I didn't. Remember that."
Ianto nodded and relaxed slightly. "Did you think about us while you were gone?"
"Every day."
"Fantasize about us?"
"Often." He'd tried not to, since having his arms shackled to the walls most of the time made sexual fantasies of any sort a bit of an exercise in futility, but it had happened.
"About punishing us?"
"No," Jack held him up slightly tighter. "I never fantasize about punishing you. I don't like punishing you. I fantasize about you being very," He kissed Ianto's neck again, "Very good."
"That's quite a fantasy."
"Hush," Jack said gently. "Today hasn't been your best day, but I know you can do better. We'll get you there."
"Sounds painful."
"I hope not."
Ianto shook his head and sighed.
"You said you were fine before I left," Jack said. "What changed? What do you need from me to be fine again? I don't want this to be painful for you."
Ianto shrugged.
Jack sighed. He moved his hand from under Ianto's and stroked down Ianto's side soothingly. Ianto probably wasn't being deliberately difficult, so Jack showed mercy. He took a guess: "I won't ever leave you again. Ianto, I regretted what I did the night after I did it. I was angry and I missed my Doctor more than... Well, maybe you could understand. I'd have opened the rift for him, Ianto." Jack let that sink in for a second. "But I shouldn't have left you for him. It was stupid, I regret doing it, and I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
"So why didn't you come back? You were gone for months, not a day."
"Couldn't," Jack said, still stroking Ianto's side. "There's a lot I can't tell you, but please don't think I was having fun while I was away."
Ianto nodded. "I guess..." He took a deep breath. "What I need to know is that we're not just interchangeable sex toys to you."
Jack shook his head. "You are definitely so much more than that. All of you. I may love you all but you are in no way interchangeable to me." He dropped the kiss on Ianto's cheek this time. "And I don't spend this much time talking to my toys about their needs."
Ianto laughed a little.
"Feeling better?"
"Yes, sir."
"Are you going to start behaving?"
Ianto smirked. "I'll do my best, sir."
Jack leaned over him and kissed him on the lips. "If I let you fuck me, will that send the wrong message about how displeased I am with your behaviour today?"
"After all this cuddling, I think the damage is done. I imagine I'll find some way to reconcile it."
That was good enough for Jack. They kissed each other on the lips for the first time since Jack had removed the collar, and Jack was very pleased to have Ianto responding enthusiastically again rather than passively. Ianto even got a bit bold and worked his hands between them and pulled down Jack's zipper. He pushed open Jack's trousers, and as Jack continued to kiss him, he rubbed Jack's cock through Jack's underwear until he had Jack hard and moaning. Jack didn't need his hands to get Ianto hard. He could do it with a kiss and a minimal amount of friction from his thigh in just the right place.
Ianto was already naked, so he held still and watched when Jack pulled back and stripped, but Jack didn't take his time with it.
Jack kept lube under his bed, always within arms reach, and he pulled it out and coated his hand generously, because it had been a while since he'd been fucked, and lathered up Ianto's cock. They were already on top of the blankets, so he had easy access to any part of Ianto's body he wished, and as he ran his hand over Ianto's erect cock, Ianto moaned, and Jack chuckled. This was only the prep.
Once he had Ianto slick enough to ease his own mild fears, Jack lined himself up and lowered himself onto Ianto's cock smoothly. It did hurt a little bit more than he'd hoped it would, and that probably could have been avoided with some fingering first, but it wasn't nearly bad enough for Jack to regret skipping the foreplay. It felt good to have Ianto inside of him again. He'd missed this: Hovering over Ianto, getting deep and gorgeous moans with every careful thrust of his hips, caressing the bare chest beneath him and occasionally leaning down to kiss and nip at Ianto's lips.
Ianto knew better than to try to control Jack's movements or to fight for any leverage. Ianto hadn't ever had anal sex before Jack, so Jack had trained him exactly as he wanted him. It didn't work like this with Owen. Jack usually fucked Owen, rather than the other way around, because Owen was extensively experienced at anal sex with people of all sexes. He knew how to manipulate a bottom, and that was not something that Jack allowed his submissives to do, even when they were topping him. Jack liked being in control when he had sex with his submissives. As a switch, he was willing to take as much or as little control as his Dom wanted, should he be both submitting and topping in the same encounter, but as a Dom, his rules were stricter.
Jack knew how to take his own pleasure, too. He could angle himself perfectly and thrust hard enough to pound a steady rhythm into his own prostate, keeping his cock hard. He was slow and thorough and Ianto was panting beneath him in no time. Jack could see the pleas forming on his lips and then dying before he let them out because he knew better than that. He wanted Jack to go faster, obviously, but Jack would torture him if he actually said that. Jack fully intended to come first.
And he did. Hard and all over Ianto's stomach. Then he sped up his thrusts a bit and got Ianto off as quickly as possible. If he wasn't imagining things, Ianto had very nearly cried Jack's name when he was coming.
Now that pleased Jack. Jack kissed Ianto on the forehead before he stood up to turn off the light. Ianto quickly cleaned his stomach up with tissue while Jack was up, then slipped under the covers. Jack got back in bed on the outside, so that Ianto was between him and the wall and definitely in the more comfortable position. They were facing each other and cuddling, as much for comfort on a small bed as for the sense of closeness now, and in the darkness, Ianto leaned forward and planted a close-mouthed kiss on Jack's lips.
"Jack?" Ianto said.
"Yeah?" Jack said, smiling in the darkness. Even from this close, Ianto probably wouldn't be able to tell.
There was a beat of silence as Ianto lost his nerve, and then "... Good night," Ianto said, but the tone of his voice betrayed him. That wasn't at all what he'd meant to say.
"Good night," Jack said.
So much for making him fall out of love...
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