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Reconciliation	By : sein_Henker Category: S through Z > Torchwood Views: 2967 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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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: 5178

Explicit Pairings: Jack/Gwen, Gwen/Tosh (Jack/Gwen/Tosh), Tosh/Jack, Jack/Owen

Contains: masturbation, cunnilingus, handjob, flogging, anal fingering, anal sex

Warnings: vague references to torture
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Jack could have made Ianto stay at the base and wear yesterday's suit as a badge of shame, but he didn't. They were both early birds, and Ianto was calm and submissive and Jack was in a good mood, so he let Ianto go back to his flat to shower and change before work. He was still the first one to come in that morning. Jack let Ianto slip into his usual morning routine unmolested, and Jack shut himself up in his office to edit some video clips and form his plan of attack for the day.
He'd finish up with Gwen first. It was less for her own sake than it was because he knew that punishing Owen was going to be something of an ordeal, and so it was best to leave it until the other's had left, but Gwen would be glad to be done soon anyway. He sent her a text in the most calm tone he could manage: 'Please come see me, when you're ready.' He trusted her not to take advantage of the fact that he was giving her as much time as she needed, and she didn't disappoint. In fact, she very likely came directly to him when she arrived at the base.
And she knocked and waited for permission before entering.
He smiled at her. He was, apparently, all warmth and affection for all of them today, if they didn't push him. Owen could count himself very lucky.
"Good girl," he said, standing and opening his arms for her. She came to him, and they pecked each other on the lips and held each other for a moment. She knew she was still in trouble, but she seemed to have taken Jack's assurances that she needn't be worried to heart.
"Did you talk to Rhys last night?" he asked her.
She smiled slightly. "I did."
"And?"
She shrugged. "Told him you were back. And that you'd call him."
They both smirked and held each other slightly tighter.
"I will, too," Jack said. With that business taken care of, he kissed her again and stepped back, then looked from her boots to her jacket zipper. "Can we get you out of these clothes?" he asked.
"Any time you like," she said. She undid her zipper and cast off her jacket, then pulled off her boots and socks and started on her shirt. "Just me, this time?"
Jack nodded. "Well, I can ask Tosh to come in here, if you've forgotten how to undress without her."
"What if I haven't forgotten," Gwen said, pulling off her bra and dropping it in the pile where she'd already thrown her shirt. "I just don't want to?"
Jack smirked. "Not right now, but would you like to call her in here after we're done with this? I think she would like to."
Gwen stopped and looked up from the fasteners on her trousers. She held Jack's gaze for a moment, then opened her mouth and didn't speak.
Jack's smirk fell. "If you don't actually want to—"
"No," she said quickly. "I just... don't really know how I'm going to feel after you've..."
Jack's smile returned, now a bit more soft. "Right. One thing at a time." He grabbed her waistbands and fell to his knees as he pulled them down. She stepped out of them, and he nudged her feet further apart than she normally would have put them down. He stuck out his tongue, moved in slowly, and then at the last second turned his head, pulled his tongue back in, and kissed her thigh gently.
She huffed slightly. "Tease."
"You can't always get you what you want." He jumped up and waved for her to follow him to his desk. He sat down in his chair and gestured toward his lap. "Sit. Legs spread."
She obeyed.
He wrapped his left arm around her waist lazily, and with his right hand he pulled the CCTV recording from last night up on his computer screen. He'd edited it for flow a bit, cutting out most of the parts with Ianto (as much for Ianto's sake as for Gwen's).
Gwen recognized it immediately and took a deep breath.
"I told you it'd be easy," Jack said, pressing play. "Just watch it and touch yourself for me." It was easy. No pain, and the most humiliating aspect of it was how similar it was to what he'd often done to her while training her. He just wanted her to see it all again, after she'd had a bit of time to process it, and get off to it again.
Jack couldn't see what she was doing, from this angle. At first he had only mild squirming, the careful regulation of her breathing, and the occasional tensing of her muscles to confirm that she was obeying him. Then he heard it: sloshing wetness by the time that Tosh's finger was in Gwen's cunt on the video. The squirming got worse, too, and between the video, the noises, and the squirming on his lap, Jack's couldn't have kept his own cock down if he tried. Gwen must have noticed it pressing into her thigh, but she didn't pay any attention to it. She had her orders, and by the time they saw her go limp beneath Jack on the video and surrender, Jack could feel a wet spot forming on his trousers beneath her dripping cunt. The flesh-and-blood Gwen on his lap came before either of them did in the video, but they watched until Jack pulled out of her, anyway.
Jack took Gwen's right hand in his, lifted it over her shoulder, and sucked on her fingers.
"Now," he said, squeezing her hand as he lowered it, "Was that so bad?"
She leaned back against his chest and rested her head on his shoulder. "No."
"Do you like submitting to me?"
"Clearly."
He kissed her neck. "Try to remember that, next time you get the urge to flaunt my orders and drag another team member off with you." He let go of her, and she turned around to face him. "Now, how are we feeling about Tosh?"
She smiled slightly.
"Should I call her in?"
Gwen nodded. "Are you going to...?"
"I'm going to keep my clothes on," Jack said, though he knew it was going to be difficult. Watching Tosh and Gwen was certainly not going to make him less hard. "But if you'd rather I tell the two of you exactly what I want from you, since this is your first time—"
"Yes," Gwen said, nodding. "Please."
"Tosh does know what she's doing," Jack pointed out.
Gwen nodded. "I just... I'm more comfortable with you in control, for now." That was understandable, not because Tosh was a woman but because this was only Gwen's second time having sex with another member of the team on Jack's suggestion, and the first time had been last night with Ianto. If Jack maintaining firm control over the situation made her more comfortable, he was happy to oblige.
Jack nodded. "Go down to my bunker, then. Get on the bed, same position I had you in for Ianto but with your head on the pillow. I'll talk to Tosh and be down in just a minute."
She left, and he got Tosh on the communicator and asked her to come up to his office.
"I have a question for you," he said as she walked in.
"Oh?"
Jack smiled slightly. "Gwen?"
Tosh smirked. "That's hardly a complete question, but the answer is yes."
Jack nodded to his open manhole. "She's waiting for you."
Tosh didn't hesitate before she climbed down the ladder, and Jack followed her just as cheerfully. Tosh had a second to take Gwen in while Jack climbed down. She was lying exactly as Jack had wanted her, on her back with her legs spread and her knees bent. She was blushing, and couldn't seem to decide whether or not she wanted to be looking at Tosh.
"Strip, Tosh," Jack said, and Gwen's blush faded a bit. It was a nice reminder that Jack was here and he was going to take care of her, and it didequalize them to have them both naked.
If Tosh had shown any sign that she wanted help undressing, Jack would have given it to her, but she chose speed over fun and was completely naked before Jack knew it, without any help from him or from Gwen.
She looked from Gwen to Jack, apparently understanding without being told that her autonomy was limited for now. Jack smiled. "Onto the bed. I kind of feel like you should kiss her again before you fuck her."
Both women giggled, even as Tosh moved over to her.
"You didn't make Ianto kiss me," Gwen pointed out.
"Stop being greedy," Jack said, rolling his eyes dramatically. Tosh and Gwen both laughed as Tosh climbed into bed with Gwen and hovered over her. "You're so Welsh. I send a beautiful woman over to kiss you and you complain about the one person who hasn't kissed you."
"No one's complaining right now but you," Gwen said quietly, not taking her eyes off Tosh.
Tosh brought her mouth down, but to Gwen's neck rather than Gwen's lips. Gwen inhaled sharply, shut her eyes, and moaned softly as Tosh trailed soft kisses up her throat, along her jaw line, and finally she dropped one onto Gwen's lips, just for a moment, and then she pulled away. When she went in again, Gwen's lips were open, and Tosh slipped her tongue in between them. Tosh rested on her side on the bed and Gwen turned onto hers, and they held each other close as they snogged each other. Tosh caressed Gwen's side and back, and Gwen got brave and brought a hand to Tosh's breasts. She played with them hesitantly at first, but her confidence was improved by a few encouraging moans from Tosh, and she kneaded them and played with Tosh's nipples to her heart's content. Tosh's hand moved lower, until it was curling around Gwen's thigh, while Gwen's other knee slowly infiltrated the space between Tosh's legs, forcing her to spread them wider.
When Tosh's hand got dangerously close to Gwen's cunt, Jacks stopped them. "I've got a better idea, Tosh."
They both stopped and looked over to Jack immediately, Tosh patiently and Gwen as if for conformation that she was doing well.
Jack gave her his warmest smile in assurance. "Gwen, back into the position I had you in. Tosh, 69 her, please."
Tosh sat up for a minute to let Gwen obey her command before Tosh could obey her own. Once Gwen was in position, Tosh tossed a leg over Gwen's body and leaned over her on all fours. Their height difference was slight enough for this to work almost perfectly. It was probably obvious what Jack wanted from them, in this position, but they awaited further instructions anyway.
"Have at it, then." He wanted Gwen to dive in and get used to it before he started coaching her through any technique.
Tosh lowered her body and wrapped her arms around Gwen's waist, and immediately started licking Gwen like an ice cream cone. If it was a turn off for her that Gwen was already soaked, she did nothing to show it. Gwen was more cautious, at first. Jack let her stick out her tongue and lick Tosh at her own pace, the first couple of times. As was to be expected, she was quick with it and hesitant, but she soon relaxed as a lifetime's worth of myths about vaginae tasting worse than penises were dispelled.
"Long and slow, Gwen," Jack said, now that she was calm.
She followed the instruction immediately. The next couple of strokes of her tongue across Tosh's cunt were as broad as Tosh's across her own, and Tosh bucked a little from the pleasure.
The women moaned together, apparently on accident, and they both grinned even though the other couldn't see.
"Good girl," Jack said. Then, conscious that he shouldn't neglect his more experienced sub, he corrected himself: "Good girls. Now, Gwen, find her—"
But the noise Tosh made rendered finishing that sentence completely unnecessary. Jack fell silent for a minute. He was wanted, but not needed, and Gwen could figure out what to do on her own. She really just needed him to give her a push and let her go on her own, and be there to catch her if she fell.
She could mimic what was being done to her. Tosh knew how to please a woman, and Gwen's tongue learned from her cunt.
"Right there..." Jack said quietly. "Focus on that..." He saw Gwen's hips buck slightly. "Tosh, slow down a little bit." He smiled. She was doing amazing, of course, but Jack didn't want Gwen orgasming until she had a pretty good grasp of this. "Let her learn, for now."
That was better for Gwen, too. It was easier for Gwen to figure out what she was feeling and mimic it if Tosh was going slow. When she seemed to have the hang of it, Jack encouraged Gwen to speed up a bit, and was pleased to see Tosh's thighs start to tremble a little. He watched quietly, save an occasional softly murmured "Good girls..." when he thought they needed it, and he wished he could get a better view, but he couldn't. He had to settle for watching them as a tangle of sweaty, quivering limbs and listening to their moans as they both got closer and closer to the end.
"Finish her off, Gwen," Jack said, when he knew they were both ready. "You can do it. Go fast and don't let up."
It was nice to watch Tosh tremble from head to toe and pant and moan as Gwen finished her off. As soon as Tosh's shaking subsided and she recovered from her own orgasm, she returned her full attention to Gwen's cunt. Jack didn't stop her. It was nice to watch Gwen's toes curl and her body squirm beneath Tosh's, their skin rubbing together as Tosh sucked on Gwen's clit until Gwen came hard and moaned beautifully.
Tosh climbed off Gwen, sat up for a second, and then laid down next to Gwen, now with both their heads on the pillow. They hugged each other in a way that was more friendly than sexual, but then Tosh leaned in and licked her own juices off Gwen's face.
Gwen laughed.
Jack walked over to them and kissed Gwen on the forehead. "Good girl," he said. "How was that?"
Gwen smiled up at him and nodded. Then she and Tosh both got up onto their knees, and Gwen moved out of the way so that Jack could kissTosh on the forehead too. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back in for a kiss on the mouth.
"Thank you," Jack said, as Gwen climbed up the ladder to get back to her clothes.
Tosh shook her head. "I should be thanking you." She brought her hand down and around to his front, and began to stroke the bulge in his trousers. "In fact..."
Jack smiled. "Only if you want to."
She smiled and pulled him out of his trousers, and he grunted involuntarily as she jerked him off. It didn't take long for him to come into her hand. He'd been most of the way there just from watching his girls get off, and the feeling of Tosh's smooth hands around his cock was more the final push than the main event.
He kicked his trousers and pants off when she was done, and opted to just change them rather than try to salvage them. That was the nice thing about doing this in his bedroom. There was a box of tissues on his dresser, and he and Tosh both used it to clean up as well as they could before they both started to pull their clothes back on.
"Jack," Tosh said, "Can I ask you something?"
"Not if it's about how harshly I intend to punish Owen tonight," Jack said quickly. It wouldn't be surprising for her to try to intervene on Owen's behalf, given what Jack had guessed about her feelings for him. He wasn't going to let her. She was on much firmer ground defending Owen than Owen had been defending Ianto, but Jack still wasn't putting any of his subs' discipline up to a popular vote.
Tosh looked like she'd honestly forgotten all about Owen, and Jack instantly regretting bringing it up.
"No..." she said. She looked over to his dresser. "It's about the photos in—"
"Or that," Jack said, and his tone came out darker than he'd meant for it to. Tosh drew back from his slightly, and he sighed and walked over to her and kissed her softly. "No," he said gently. "You can't ask me about those."
Tosh sighed and nodded. She walked over to the ladder, now fully dressed, but turned to Jack one last time before she went up. "It's just that... Jack... We know next to nothing about you. And that scares us sometimes."
Jack nodded, but didn't respond. She went back up the ladder, and he followed her up and out of his office. Gwen and Owen were both at their desks, and Ianto was picking up a mug of coffee that was probably cold by now from Tosh's desk.
"Ianto!" Jack called out with a smile.
"Sir?" Ianto said, look over to Jack and sounding only slightly nervous.
"I'm glad you're in here. Kiss Gwen."
Jack wasn't sure if Ianto actually said 'What?!' or just mouthed it. Gwen's "Jack!" was too loud for him to hear.
"No," Jack said, smiling at Gwen. "You're right. You two should kiss. Come on. Just one."
Gwen sighed, but smiled as she shrugged and looked at Ianto. Ianto shrugged too, and he walked over to her and put Tosh's coffee mug on her desk. "This is your fault?" he asked, but he was smiling too.
"Little bit," Gwen admitted. Then she cupped his chin, leaned in, and slipped her tongue into his mouth. They held the kiss for three seconds, a reasonable length of time, and neither of them looked particularly traumatized when they pulled apart.
They both looked up at Jack expectantly.
"Thank you," Jack said. "Now, everyone back to work!"
Sometimes they actually did get work done. On that day, they got work done. Nothing terribly exciting happened, and Owen kept his head down and avoided Jack as much as possible. Jack didn't blame him. Five in the evening rolled around, and Jack dismissed everyone but Owen, and summoned Owen up to his office.
"Undress," Jack said, as soon as Owen was through the door. Then, he reached up and started taking his own clothing off. "Come on. Both of us together."
Owen reacted to that as well as Jack could have hoped for him to. Without a word to Jack, he stripped, glancing at Jack occasionally as if he fully expected Jack to back out of his end of the deal. Jack didn't. As soon as they were both naked, Jack sat on his desk and waved Owen over to him. Once Owen was so close they were nearly hugging, Jack reached up, grabbed Owen's chin, and fixed Owen with a stern gaze.
Owen shut his eyes and swallowed hard.
"Owen," Jack said sternly, and he waited for Owen to open his eyes before he finished: "I'm sorry." He loosened his grip. Jack and Owen were bothstubborn men, and Jack could either beat Owen every day for six months until Owen caved, or he could admit his own fault in the whole thing and call an armistice. He preferred the faster method.
Owen just stared at him.
Jack sighed. "'It's okay, Jack,'" he said, moving Owen's mouth as if Owen were a ventriloquist dummy. "'I was a massive fucking prick too so—'"
Owen pulled away from Jack and held up a finger. Jack gave Owen a minute to pull himself together, and then Owen took a deep breath and said "You're sorry?"
"Yes," Jack said. "Not for what happened yesterday. That's all on you. But I shouldn't have abandoned you, and I am genuinely sorry that I did."
Owen took a deep breath and processed that for a minute. "Where—"
"You're still not allowed to ask that."
Owen nodded. He wasn't looking at Jack now. He was staring rather intently at the nearest corner of the room, sniffling and shifting around but clearly trying to work with Jack, so Jack was patient. He did get there, eventually. "Why?" he asked. "Why did you go?"
Jack sighed. "Owen, I waited more than a century for my Doctor. If I'd missed that chance, I might never have gotten another one."
"Did he, uh, check out your... condition?"
"The condition where I keep coming back from the dead? It was looked into." Jack swallowed hard. It was thoroughly looked into by the Master, mostly, in ways that Jack would probably be having nightmares about for quite some time, but he was alright. "I'm... stuck. It's not all bad."
"So that's it? You don't care about the Doctor anymore."
"I will always care about the Doctor. But he's not the most important thing in my life any more."
They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds.
"Good enough?" Jack asked.
Owen nodded.
Jack opened his arms. "Come here." Once Owen was settled in against his chest, he moved the conversation forward, speaking softly: "But I'm not the only one who fucked up, and you know that. What do you need to say?"
Owen sobbed dryly into Jack's shoulder, but then spoke in a level tone of voice: "Jack, I'm sorry I shot you and challenged you and disobeyed you and..." He thought about it for a second. "Am I missing anything?"
"No," Jack said. "That's good enough for me. But what do you need now?"
Owen moaned. "Don't make me say it, Jack. Just do it, please."
Jack was in a merciful mood. He nodded and gently pushed Owen away from him and backwards onto his desk, then he spread Owen's thighs and tucked Owen's cock safely out of the way.
"Be honest with me, Owen," Jack said, walking around the desk, "Did you get fucked while I was away?"
"Yes."
"Often?"
"I'm ready for anything you want to do to me, Jack," Owen said, not turning around to look at Jack as he spoke.
It wasn't a proper answer to Jack's question, but it was an answer to the question Jack had been getting at. "Good," Jack said. He had two things waiting for Owen in the top right drawer of his desk: a jar of lube and a flogger. He took the lube out and set it on the desk, behind Owen but within his reach, and then he took out the flogger and slowly walked back around the desk.
Owen sucked in a breath through his teeth. Jack could be gentle with a flogger, but Owen didn't like gentle or thuddy flogging, so Jack only used the flogger on Owen when he meant for it to sting. "Would it do me any good at all to point out that you didn't hit Gwen?" Owen asked.
"No," Jack said. "First of all, I didn't hit Gwen in front of you. You don't know what's happened since then. Second of all, you've had a full twenty-four hours longer than she had to prepare, I humiliated her in front of the entire team, and her attitude has been considerably better than yours,"
Jack raised the flogger, and Owen flinched and shut his eyes, but spoke: "Would you like me to count?"
"No," Jack said, a bit more genially. "You don't have to. Make as much or as little noise as you like. Ready?"
Owen nodded.
Getting a good sting with a flogger was all in the wrist. You wanted the flogger to connect with the skin only at the tips. You had to do it fast and hard and your judging of distance and timing was of the utmost importance. Jack was very good at that.
Owen hissed as the first stroke fell on his right thigh. Jack didn't give him time to recover before dropping the second onto his left, and the breath Owen had just taken in was then let out as a sob. Then Jack paused for a second.
Owen opened his eyes and looked up at Jack. "How many?" he asked.
"I don't know yet," Jack said, and then he dropped another pair of blows onto Owen's thighs, this time doing the left and then the right. Owen grit his teeth and tensed, and he held that tension for several long seconds after Jack finished.
"No," Jack said gently. "Relax."
Owen glared at him, but exhaled slowly.
Right thigh. Left thigh. They were red already. Jack was showing some restraint. He didn't want to break skin. Lasting marks, however, would probably be good for Owen.
Struggling to keep his voice steady, Owen said: "So you're just going to keep going until...?"
"We'll both know when you've had enough," Jack promised.
Left right right left—pause—left right—pause—right left left right—
Owen whined.
Jack went on. The sounds of the flogger moving through the air and landing on Owen's flesh cut through the air, and that helped Jack gauge and control how hard he was hitting as much as Owen's responses did. Owen was a lot less restrained about his own noises now. He was mostly making a concentrated effort to control his own breathing, but when Jack landed a particularly hard blow or hit an already abused area, he let Jack know with a whimper, a hiss, or even a small cry.
Jack wasn't surprised when Owen started to move away from. That usually happens when you start hitting an unrestrained sub, and it's not always an entirely conscious retreat on the sub's part. Jack sighed, crossed his arms with the flogger still in this hand, and raised an eyebrow at Owen.
Owen froze and looked up at him.
"Owen," Jack said. "Come here."
It was only then that Owen seemed to realize that he'd been crawling backwards on the desk. He sobered and moved immediately back into the position Jack had placed him in. "Jack, I'm sorry," he said quickly.
"How are you?" Jack asked.
Owen looked down and took a deep breath. "I'm fine."
Jack struck him hard across the chest, and if his moving hadn't been a sign in its own right that he was nearing his limit, the tears Jack saw forming in his eyes made it clear he was. His thighs were a mess of pink and red.
Jack wiped the tears away gently. "Ten more," he said. That should be enough. They weren't quite there yet, but he didn't want to actually make Owen cry.
Owen nodded.
They were done in less than a minute, but Owen cried out twice and he was gripping the edge of the desk so hard that his knuckles were white. His eyes didn't leave the flogger until Jack put it down.
Jack pulled Owen back into his arms, and Owen rested against his chest but didn't hug him back. That was normal, even when Owen was in considerably less pain than this. Owen didn't like hugs, and that was okay. Jack held him and stoked his hair and thanked him for being so good during his punishment. Slowly, Owen relaxed and melted into Jack's arms, and as soon as he was strong enough, he pulled away. Jack let him.
He looked away nervously, but snatched the lube up off the desk and tossed it to Jack. "Where do you want me?" he asked.
"Over the desk," Jack said. That would be the easiest position in which to avoid irritating Owen's abused thighs. Even his chest had a few nasty red marks on it from the one hit Jack had given it.
Owen understood that, and he certainly didn't object, so he bent over the desk and Jack coated his fingers with lube.
"I've missed this," Jack said, pushing two fingers in. Owen didn't make a sound. A third finger went in just as easily, and judging by that and Owen's earlier evasiveness, Jack guessed he'd gotten fucked very often while Jack was away.
"Really?" Owen said. "It never gets tiring, having four willing sex slaves constantly at your disposal?"
"It gets tiring to have four badly behaved submissives in near-constant need of a good beating," Jack said lightly, spreading his fingers and stretching Owen quickly. If he'd been as out-of-the-habit as Jack had worried he might find him, Jack would have made an event of the fingering, but Owen seemed ready to go, so Jack was ready to get on with the main event. "But I missed you all anyway."
"Careful saying that," Owen said. "Wouldn't want us starting to think we're important to you."
"I'm not entirely certain that beating sunk in," Jack said. "Want another one?" He pulled his fingers out and coated his cock with lube, and pushed into Owen roughly.
Owen grunted. "No," he said, sounding suddenly serious again. "Sorry, sir."
"Calling me 'sir' only works for Ianto," Jack said, reaching around Owen with his clean hand to rub Owen's cock as he thrust in and out of Owen quickly. It had been a while since he'd flogged a submissive, and there was no point in denying that he'd gotten off on it; Owen had both seen and felt that.
Owen wasn't masochistic enough to get hard from the beating, but Jack had skilled hands, and Owen's cock was full-sized and hard in just a few strokes. He ran his hand along Owen's shaft and jerked him off in time with his own trusts into Owen's ass, and then brought his hand back to fondle Owen's balls. Jack could have made Owen come first, with the simultaneous stimulation of his cock and his prostate, but Jack was more selfish than that. It was enough, for now, to feel Owen clench around him in pleasure and to hear Owen's moans. It wasn't until after his own release poured from him that he pulled out of Owen quickly, turned him around roughly, and jerked Owen off to completion while his cum leaked out of Owen's arse and onto the desk.
Owen looked lovely, catching his breath and supporting himself on Jack's desk. He was weak-kneed, red, and filthy, but everything about this marked him as Jack's, and Jack wouldn't have it any other way.
"Tell me you missed me," Jack said with a smile.
Owen rolled his eyes. "Of course I missed you, you prat. Don't ever do that again."
In a less charitable mood, that might have made Jack angry. As it was, he just promised that he wouldn't.
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