Title: Perfect taste
By: lower-case-me
Pairing: Ianto/Jack, with a little Estelle/Jack thrown in
Rating: AO
Spoilers: Up to and including Small Worlds.
Summary: Jack goes shopping with Estelle, or his memories of Estelle. Much fun ensues.

***

Jack picked up a heavy glass cube and looked at the world, distorted, through it.
'What is this?'
'It's decorative, Jack' Estelle said patiently, and then added 'Or possibly symbolic' with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.
'Symbolic of heavy glass cubes?'
'Exactly.'

He put it back down decisively.
'No.'
'Naturally not. I was given to understand that the young man in question has taste.'
'He does. Immaculate taste. Perfect taste. Which usually, ah, adds a certain something to my day' Jack grinned. 'Except when you're trying to buy him a gift, when it's a complete pain in the ass.' They wandered through the men's fragrances section, without any real interest on Jack's part. He liked people to smell like people, even when they were a little sweaty. Especially when they were a little sweaty, in truth. Oh, yes.

He stopped at the edge of the menswear section and ran his finger down a length of bright red fabric.
'A tie? Jack, I'm disappointed in you.'
'Oh, I'm not gonna get him a tie. Lately, I just have a thing for them. Especially... Silk ones.'
Estelle cleared her throat, and Jack turned around to find one eyebrow mock-severely raised. Jack gave her another naughty grin.
'Okay, okay, we're moving on.'
'Perhaps we should go about this more systematically' Estelle suggested.
'Nah. I get enough systematically at the hub. Did I mention Ianto's menu collection? Adorable. I lo-'

Abruptly, Jack shut his mouth.
'Oh, Jack. I know. Of course I know.' Estelle smiled and threaded her arm through his. 'If you didn't feel that way, well, I won't say I wouldn't be here, but I don't think I'd look like this. I don't mind, Jack. Don't think I mooned over you exclusively for 60 years.'
He looked at her, more than 80 years old but still strong and still herself, and told the truth.
'You look beautiful.'
'Ha. You always did know the right thing to say.'

They wandered though the menswear section, through lime-green polo shirts and endless brand-names blazed across everything. Jack watched Estelle's barely restrained distaste at the advertising slogans and thong underwear.
'I don't, you know' he said.
'Hmm?'
'Always know the right thing to say. I don't. Not to him. Ianto seems to respond better to what I do than what I say.'
'Perhaps because he doesn't trust the words' Estelle said gently. When Jack's jaw dropped, she gave him a meaningful glance. 'Do shut your mouth, Jack. It's ever so unbecoming. And I am a figment of your imagination, after all. It's only natural I know what you're really thinking.'

Jack sighed. For a moment, he looked sad, and then recovered. He grabbed a particularly well-cut black shirt and held it up at arms length.
'I can see him in this.' It was true, sort of. The trouble was, to imagine Ianto wearing a particular shirt, he had to first picture Ianto. No problem- there was Ianto, complete with three-piece suit, silk tie and ironic smile. Then he had to change the clothes, and to do that he needed to take off jacket, tie, waistcoat, and shirt. No problem there either. He'd had practice, after all. Then came the part where he had to imagine the new shirt on. That was less fun, so he always imagined taking it off again.

He thought about taking the shirt off the hanger, balling it up and throwing it down the aisle just to see how it felt, but explaining to the manager that he wanted to buy clothes for his lover based on their aerodynamic qualities would be too much work. So he put it back and sighed.

'Let's take the simple route, then. What can you rule out, apart from ties?' Estelle said sensibly.
'Nothing impersonal. No electric shavers. No decorative or symbolic glass cubes. Pretty much anything else, I'm open to.'
'What about leisure activities?'
'Ah. Now there's a problem. I don't think he has any.'
'Surely he does something for fun. I can't imagine you with someone who doesn't like to enjoy themself, Jack.'
Jack was about to replied when she cut him off.
'And I am not talking about sex, Jack Harkness. Although you've probably given him a fairly comprehensive range of collectable objects of that sort, if I know you.'
'One a day for a week on either side of Valentine's day.' Jack nodded, and waved to a couple of teenage girls who were staring at him from behind a rack of jeans. 'That was a good fortnight. Day nine was especially-'
'Tsk. Jack. Behave. Tell me what Ianto enjoys.'
'I can't do that and behave myself at the same time.'
'You know precisely what I mean. Now, are we doing this or not.'
'Okay. We're doing this. Ianto likes good food. He likes to cook, but I'm not giving him anything domestic. A part of him already thinks I only like him for his coffee.'
'And?'
'He's a scary neat freak.'
'Not helpful, Jack. What does he do in his free time when he's alone? Remember you're an adult and not a schoolboy.'
'Estelle, what Ianto does when he's alone has been the subject of so much speculation, I don't even know where to start.'
'Start with what you know, no matter how small.'
'He likes mountains. Rock climbing. But that's a Lisa thing.' Jack sighed. 'I'm pretty sure he doesn't want me to go there.'
'What else?'

Jack paused, looking troubled and slightly guilty.
'I don't know what else. Between looking after Torchwood all day and playtime with Captain Jack at night, there isn't a lot of time left for Ianto to do whatever it is he does.'
'And that worries you.'
'I'm not hearing any complaints. But yeah. It worries me. He needs time to heal, and it's the last thing he wants. I can't help. I settle for fucking his brains out. Although when I say settle...'
'Jack... I don't think we're in the right place.'
'Say again? This store is supposed to have two of everything.'
'You're not thinking along the right lines, Jack. You're looking for a small, discrete gesture that says you care. Do pardon my saying this, but you've never been a man who's good at small details. Leave them to those you are, like your young man. Your forte lies with extravagant, flamboyant gestures. If you're going to say something, Jack, say it properly.'
'I'm starting to like this plan. I think it would involve a lot of me getting laid.'
'I believe you may be right. Stick with what you know, Jack.'
'Where do we start?'


Leaning on the supermarket trolley, Jack Harkness slouched his way down the aisle, from followed by memories of Estelle.
'Chocolate fudge sauce, check' he said, tossing a bottle into the wire basket, which had been empty but for a plastic tub of plain full cream and a punnet of strawberries.
'Surely sticking to a single flavour theme would be more appropriate' Estelle said daintily.
'Nope. Chocolate doesn't count as an extra flavour, everyone knows that. Ah, Batteries. We're gonna need a whole bunch of those. Assorted sizes.' They turned a corner and started up the next aisle. 'Condoms, also assorted, colours, shapes and sizes, especially the chocolate ripple ones. In keeping with the flavour theme.' Jack knocked four different boxes into the cart. 'Lube I'll get from somewhere that carries the good stuff. Only the best for my Ianto.'
'Your mood has certainly improved' Estelle observed. Jack smiled like a shark.
'It's amazing how often the prospect of hours and hours of incredible sex will do that for me.'

The teenager behind the counter of the organic and fair trade shop looked up from reading the Echo when the little bell over the door rang, and saw a man in a heavy coat go over to the candle display.
'We have some really nice coloured ones just in. I could get the box out for you if you like' she offered.
'Thanks, but the white ones melt at a lower temperature. That way the wax doesn't actually burn the skin' Jack said. He bought a dozen white candles and a three small bottles of massage oil. The girl didn't know what he was going to do with them, but as he paid and walked out, she reflected that whatever it was seemed to make him very happy.

In the sex toy shop not far away, Jack selected a pump-pack of his favourite lube. The bottle by his bed wasn't empty, but he felt like buying all new things. Estelle was right, grand gestures were his forte. The ready-made palette of flavoured body paint was a new item, he was sure it hadn't been here last time he'd come in. One of those, Jack thought, and one of those too. A particular black leather item had caught his eye. Ianto looked beautiful in black. It was that pale Welsh skin. Definitely one of those. The woman behind the counter, who knew him or at least recognised him as a connoisseur, pointed out another new item. The glove was made of fine suede, and it felt gorgeous on the back of his hand. And it was black. 'One of these too' Jack said out loud.

'Where to now?' Estelle asked when they were outside. In his mind, Jack had seen her poking through the sex shop with no small amount of amusement.
'Back to the first place. Then, Ianto.'

***

By the time Jack got back to the hub, almost everyone was getting ready to leave for the day. Gwen and Owen were arguing about some sport, football or the other kind of football, Jack didn't know which, and Tosh was already heading out the door.
'Bye Tosh. Have a good weekend' Jack said as they passed. Then, to the remaining two: 'Have you seen Ianto? I need some help unloading the rover.'
'Oh, he's already gone home for the day' Gwen said, reaching for her coat.
'What?'
'Gotcha.' Gwen smiled. 'He's around somewhere. Night Jack.'
'The look on your face- pure classic. As if Ianto's ever gone home first. See ya' added Owen, clapping him on the back. Jack didn't mind. It gave him an excuse to theatrically order both of them out of his hub.
'Get out of here, both of you! And don't come back til the morning' he yelled after them, mock serious. It was only half a joke- Jack couldn't wait to have the hub to himself, or almost to himself.
'Ia-' he started to call as he turned around.
'Here, Sir' said Ianto calmly, right behind him.
'How the hell do you do that?'
'Skill, Sir. And practice. Did I hear you say you needed the rover unloaded?'
'My needs are many and diverse. Come here.'

He grabbed Ianto and pulled him into a hard, deep kiss. Ianto received him eagerly. By the time he let go, Jack was feeling flushed and over-hot. Ianto, typically after the first kiss, was still in uncreasable-Ianto-work mode, which meant Jack was going to have to take his clothes off and throw them across the room. Or it normally would. Right now he had bigger and more elaborate ideas.

'Does one of your many needs involving unloading the rover?' Ianto asked, with the ghost of a smile.
'Ianto Jones, I'm hurt. Crushed, in fact. Devastated, even. I kiss you and all you can think about is work.'
'Oh, don't worry Sir. That look in your eyes is quite familiar. I have perfect faith that you're planning something.'

Jack pouted and Ianto smiled in quiet satisfaction. It wasn't often he was able to get the upper hand, so when he did, he took care to enjoy it.
'I resent the implications you're making there. My motives are as pure as driven snow. Go unload the rover. You might find here's some spare storage space in my room.'
'Sir' said Ianto. He nodded crisply and turned to leave.
'And no peeking!' Jack called after him. He'd thought ahead and snatched a big cardboard box from behind the supermarket. The newspaper shop on Butetown had provided bright red wrapping wrapping paper and yellow ribbon. Jack loved making extravagant gestures, and the mental picture of Ianto ever-so-carefully and neatly unwrapping a giant present with a bow on top had kept him warm throughout the cold Cardiff afternoon.

He didn't have much time, but Jack couldn't help himself. He dived towards the nearest console and found the rolling CCTV footage of the garage. It took him less than 30 seconds to find the right angle and zoom in, just in time to see Ianto open the back door of the rover and smile. Awww, thought Jack, before shutting down the monitor and hurrying towards the kitchen.

As Ianto passed, carrying a giant red box in his arms, the sound of rattling drawers drifted out from the kitchen, and there was a crash such as the one that might be caused by a rack of drying cutlery falling into the sink. Ianto just hoped Jack didn't get anything stuck to the ceiling this time.

He put the package down on Jack's bed. Of course he hadn't shaken it to see what it sounded like. The would be childish and a deplorable breach of self-control. But he couldn't help it if the box rattled a bit when he was coming down the stairs. That was entirely not his fault.

There was a whirring noise and a muffled yelp. So, Jack had discovered the blender. Oh dear. It'll be the ceiling again to be sure. To pass the time until the Captain Jack versus Kitchen Appliance battle finished, he picked up the towel and hung it over the heater and straightened out the blankets, which was easily the most pointless thing he'd done all day. He straightened his tie and fixed his hair in Jack's shaving mirror. That was not actually pointless, even though Jack would undoubtedly take off the tie and toss it over his shoulder. Ianto understood that in order for Jack to enjoy rumpling things, they needed to be neat first. That was why his appearance was absolutely immaculate by the time he heard Jack bound down the stairs.

'Eyes closed, Ianto?'
'Naturally, Sir' he replied, closing them. An instant later he felt hot kisses on his lips, then on his jaw, tracing the line from his chin to the ultra-sensitive spot under his ear.. 'Can I open my eyes now?' He felt Jack shake his head, rubbing his hair against Ianto's, and was kissed again. Jack pushed firmly and confidently into his mouth, teasing Ianto's lip gently with his teeth as he drew away.
'Now you can open you eyes.'

The first thing, and for a moment the only thing Ianto saw was Jack, right there in front of him. The look on his face was pure Captain Jack- slightly naughty and very, very pleased with himself. Like the cat with the cream, thought Ianto. In fact there was a speck of what might be cream under his eye. Softly, Ianto kissed it off. Definitely cream.
'Have you been making a mess, Jack?'
'Me? No. I plan to, but don't worry- I'll clean it up.'

Jack dipped a finger into the bowl of whipped cream he'd put down on the bed. On impulse, he'd grabbed the fruitbowl from the tearoom on the way past. That was on the floor. A traced a wet, creamy path down Ianto's neck with the creamy finger, and moved back in with his mouth to suck it off. Ianto made a soft, involuntary sound that Jack felt as a vibration under the skin.

In that moment, Ianto forget everything from the giant red box to the probable cream damage tally in the kitchen.
'Well?' said Jack, expectantly. He fidgeted, lifting up onto his toes and down again. 'C'mooonnnn.'
'Hm. Wha?'
'Aren't you gonna open your gift?'
Ianto smiled, recovering slightly.
'I might. Or, I might watch you bounce off the walls a little longer. It's rather endearing.'

Jack grabbed him and pulled him into a hard, quick kiss that left Ianto gasping.
'Be nice. I got you a big red present.'
'I'm sure you did.' A subtle flick of Ianto's eyes towards Jack's groin spoke volumes. Jack grinned.
'Open your gift. That one' Jack pointed at the box to clarify. 'You can have the other one later.' Oh boy, will you be getting the other one later. There was more than one reason Jack was shifting restlessly.

Ianto sat down on the bed, being careful not to crease his trousers. Jack grinned like a madman as he tugged daintily at the yellow bow. It was just as picturesque as he'd imagined. It should have been painted by an old master. Man in suit unwraps giant box of x-rated fun would be a good title, Jack thought. Ianto undid the wrapping paper and folded it before opening the cardboard flaps.
'You're such a good boy' Jack said, unable to help himself as Ianto peeled the tape of the wrapping paper without ripping it. Why that should increase the throbbing of his erection so much, he didn't know.
'It's clearly beginning to pay off, if you're buying me a present for no reason.'
Not for no reason, thought Jack. He didn't say anything, though. He wanted to watch as Ianto reached into the box of treats and pulled out the first one.

A bottle green silk tie.

Ianto was, obviously, surprised. It only showed for a second, but then, Ianto's emotions were often like that, especially during work hours.
'Aren't you going to ask what it's for?' Jack asked, face completely blank. Two could play at the deadpan game.
'I believe it's for wearing. Around the neck, yes?'
'Yes' confirmed Jack. 'But mostly it's for replacing your other one after I do this to it.'

With no more warning than that, Jack pounced. When standing up and especially when he had his hands full, Ianto, who had played rugby at school, had a vexing habit of ducking out of the path of Jack's pounces, but sitting down he didn't have a chance. He let out something that was half-laugh, half-gasp as Jack caught him round the chest and pinned him to the bed. With uncharacteristic consideration for things in his way, Jack had avoided knocking the box onto the floor. Now, he shifted it down. Ianto was kissed again, this time from above, with Jack's weight on his chest and Jack's hands working feverishly at the tie he was wearing. Instinctively, Ianto's hand lifted to his neck. Jack didn't spare a hand to catch it, but he ground down into Ianto with his hips, which had the same effect. Between his legs, he felt Ianto gasp and relax, although his eyes were closed tight. The errant hand went to Jack's thigh instead, squeezing a thankyou there.

The waistcoat and shirt went next, only momentarily distracting Ianto's hand from its mission. Ianto expected Jack to throw the clothes away. The man seemed to take a perverse pleasure in the dull thumping sound Ianto's clothes made when they hit the opposite wall. Ianto heard one thump, waistcoat, two thumps, shirt, and waited for a third and softer sound. Instead, he found one wrist seized in an iron grip. Feverishly, Jack wrapped the tie around it, spreading the pressure out evenly. Then, Jack went for the hand that was creeping towards his ass and nabbed that one too. Again, he distracted Ianto by rubbing and thrusting against him. He knew very well that when he did that, Ianto paid no attention to anything outside of the dulled, diffused erection rubbing against his own. In a moment, Ianto's hands were securely tied to the bed-head. Even better, he was panting and frowning the little half-pained, half-ecstatic frown Jack loved so much.

Jack sat up, giving Ianto a tiny extra rub as he did so, and waited. After a minute, Ianto opened his eyes.
'You see now why you needed a new tie.'
'Yes' Ianto breathed.
'I'm a very considerate lover' Jack said seriously.
'You are a very considerate lover. But there's one problem. How can I open the rest of my present with my hands tied?'
'I'll pass you things. Don't worry. You won't miss out. Believe me, missing out is going to be the least of your problems tonight. Ready for another little something from the box?'

***

Ianto nodded solemnly, but his eyes were shining with lust.

Jack dived into the box, cheating unashamedly by searching until he found the candles. Ianto smiled when he held up the bunch. There was an edge of relief in that smile, Jack thought. Poor Ianto had no idea what was coming. Jack grabbed the big ball of blue-tack on his desk and set the candles around the room, lighting them one by one and flicking the lights off as he passed the switch. Knowing Ianto would hate it if he let wax get on the old wooden desk, he put that candle in a leftover coffee mug. The last candle he stuck on top of the bedpost, so the light flowed warmly over Ianto.

'Another?' Jack asked. He wasn't playing exactly fair, he knew, but Ianto really knew better than to expect fair, so that was alright. They weren't done with the candles yet. Not by a long shot. Ianto nodded again, far more relaxed this time.

Jack dived and found the flavoured body paint.
'Strawberry, lemon or mango?' he asked.
'Mango' Ianto replied, voice husky and soft. Jack was glad- he'd seen Ianto striped and dripping red too often. That was a bad thought, but it passed quickly. He swung a leg over Ianto's waist and sat astride him again. With two fingers, he traced the pattern of light and shadow on Ianto's chest in orange lines, leaned down and licked them off with his tongue. His thoughts could now be all about curves and ridges of firm muscle. Much better. He replaced the lines of flavour with new ones, ensuring every square inch of skin was lathered and thoroughly licked cleaned again.

It was painful to slow things down so much, but Jack fully intended to keep going until the sun came up, so he reined in his libido and let the pace stay gentle.

'Jack' Ianto said, almost sleepy.
'Mmm?'
'You should take your shirt off. It'll get stained.'
'Ah, always thinking. Take it off for me.'

Ianto was about to protest that he was tied up, quite firmly if he was any judge, when Jack shifted higher and brought shirt buttons within reach of his mouth. Ianto arced up and caught the edge of a buttonhole with his teeth. Jack's hand curled around his neck, helping him and supporting his head. One by one, he undid the buttons. As each came undone, Jack felt another hot breath brush his chest. On the last, Ianto's tongue flicked out and delicately brushed the skin, eliciting a twitch and a hitch in Jack's breathing. The temptation to rip all his own clothes off and let Ianto lick every inch of his skin was strong, but Jack told himself there would be plenty of time for that later.

Instead, he pulled back and eased the braces and shirt from his shoulders. The shirt he dropped on the floor. Throwing clothes wasn't nearly so much fun if they were yours.

He reached down and found the edge of the box. The distinctive round glass jar was easy to find by touch alone. Jack pulled out the honey. It had to be now, while they both still had pants on, because getting honey out of public hair was a pain in the ass, and not always in a good way. Jack was getting close to the point where he needed his pants off as an occupational health and safety issue, and although he enjoyed seeing and feeling Ianto straining against the fabric of his neatly ironed trousers, seeing and feeling the naked erection itself was better.

Twisting the lid off the chocolate sauce, he threw it carelessly over his shoulder. Ianto, by the way he moved under Jack, trying to get more stimulation any way he could, was too far gone to care about sticky floors. Jack painted the thick fudge sauce down Ianto's neck, tracing the tendons and ending up in the pool of his collarbone. Instead of licking it off straight away, his fingers curled and played in the sticky flow, feeling it catch and drag at Ianto's skin. His eyes stayed on Ianto's face, watching his lover watching him. Then, he leaned in followed his fingers with his tongue. It wasn't easy to lick off skin like the body paint. Jack used his whole mouth, working the skin with lips and tongue and sucking hard enough to make Ianto groan. Now and again, for particularly stubborn patches, he nipped with his teeth. Then, Ianto gasped and bucked. Jack did it more than necessity called for.

When the first design was erased, he eased himself lower until he was sitting just above Ianto's knees, and painted the chocolate across the smooth, pale flanks and hard belly. This time, a lick was all it took to have Ianto shudder and moan. The hell with it, thought Jack, and bore down hard. Ianto's sharp cry wasn't out of pain. His hips thrust upward, begging for contact, but Jack ignored that and licked and sucked harder where he was.

'Jack. God. Fuck. Jack.'

Jack suppressed a smile and kept working, digging deeper with his tongue and circling the chocolate. He bit, first with lips covering his teeth and then with them bared. Ianto swore in Welsh and in English that Jack knew would get more and more heavily accented as he lost control. Soon, Ianto was responding to every single new contact, with words and gasps and straining against both Jack and the tie.

When Ianto was clean, and only then, did Jack let his kisses stray lower. He left behind him a trail of flesh pinked and tender. Only when there were hands on his belt buckle did Ianto become still. He waited, almost shivering with anticipation, while Jack undid it and his fly, and jerked both trousers and pants down his hips. Jack's hand freed his erection and Ianto gave a low groan, half of relief and half of unfulfilled need, and while Jack had intended just to deal with the clothes, he found his hand staying and touching again.

This was beautiful. Right now it might be the most beautiful thing in the world. Ianto might be- would be, no doubt about it- hard again tonight, but the incredible velvety feel of his cock was fleeting, because in a minute, Jack planned to have him soaking in sweat and soon after that, sticky and salty with his own come, and Jack's. For a moment, he rocked back on his knees and caressed the lovely erection with both hands. As they ran lightly over the velvet hardness, Jack looked up at Ianto, who hadn't moved. His head was turned to one side, pressing into one arm where it was held by the tie. Both eyes were closed tight and he was breathing hard.

Jack watched, completed transfixed, as Ianto opened his eyes and turned back to look at him. The glance that passed between them was everything to Jack. He knew that if he was to lower his head and take that beautiful cock in his mouth, Ianto would push deep in, just once, and come. It wasn't part of the plan. It would delay Jack's own orgasm. But right there and then, looking at Ianto with his rumpled hair and sweat beading on his chest and forehead, with that gorgeous erection in his hands, Jack couldn't stop himself.

He lowered himself slowly, feeling the tension ripple through Ianto's body, and moved his hands, one to cup the balls and the other to the circle the base of Ianto's penis. As he took it in his mouth, Jack felt Ianto stop breathing. His whole body was rock hard, and did not move at all until Jack's lips eased closed around him. For a heartbeat, Jack could feel Ianto's pulse in his mouth. He rubbed with his tongue and Ianto thrust upward, hard and involuntary. A rough grunt escaped from him as Ianto came.

The rich smell of arousal that had filled Jack's senses was replaced with the salty taste of semen as he took it all from Ianto. He kept pace with Ianto, licking and sucking, as the man gasped and bucked and finally subsided.

'Jack' Ianto said.
'Yes?' Jack replied as he lifted his head.
'Nothing. Just Jack.'
That was enough. Jack eased himself back up to Ianto's head. For a minute, he just stayed there close and took in the sight: Ianto, rumpled, sweaty, and now languorously post-orgasmic and peaceful. Then, Jack kissed him, sharing the taste.

Ianto sighed as he pulled back. Jack settled with his weight half on his knees and half on Ianto's firm stomach. Gently, he rubbed and tested Ianto's fingers, checking the blood flow.
'You're not untying me, are you?' Ianto asked quietly.
'Wasn't planning on it. That a problem?'
In answer, Ianto kissed Jack's elbow. It was the only thing he could reach. The fabric of Jack's trousers felt rough against his belly.
'Jack?'
'Mm?'
'Move up a little.'
Jack caught his eye and grinned.
'Ianto Jones, are you making an inappropriate suggestion?'
'No, I'm making an entirely appropriate suggestion. Under the circumstances, standards of propriety-'
'I love it that you've got standards of propriety set out for when you're tied to a bed' Jack said, reaching behind him and yanking Ianto's trousers off his thighs. He made sure the shoes and socks went with them. Jack wanted him properly naked. No more half measures.

***

Jack's level of arousal had eased after Ianto's orgasm as he relaxed in sympathy, almost as if he'd come himself, but it was still burning hot enough to make him grit his teeth when Ianto moved to help the pants slide off. He knew Ianto would notice, Ianto noticed everything, but was more concerned with getting his own trousers off. He walked his knees up the Ianto's body until they meet his armpits and grabbed the headboard harder than he intended. Ianto raised his head and caught Jack's belt in his teeth.

'Do you like the taste of leather?' Jack asked, not entirely idly.
'Mmphf' said Ianto, working the belt free of the buckle.
'Was that Welsh?' said Jack, playfully. Ianto bit him on the stomach.
'Ouch. So sensitive, Ianto.' Jack grinned and decided it didn't matter, because he'd find out soon enough anyway. Besides, he had other things to think about. Like the tugging on his belt and then on the top trouser button. And Ianto's chin rubbing against his hard-on, that was good too, and probably not accidental. He reached a hand under Ianto's head, mostly to support his neck, but also pull him in closer. Jack was deeply glad for old-fashioned button flies. He shifted to allow Ianto to attack the next button, working lower and now directly over Jack's cock. Ianto's nose rubbed against it, through only a thin layer of cotton. Jack couldn't have held back the groan in his throat even if he'd wanted to.

When the buttons were undone, Ianto could only do so much with his teeth, but Jack let him nuzzle and play there for a few moments anyway, before pulling his own pants and trousers off and toeing away his shoes and socks. He was naked except for the brown leather wrist-cuff, which he rarely took off. Beside, he knew that Ianto found it a little sexy.

Or maybe more than a little. A not-very-casual inspection revealed that Ianto was already half-hard again. Jack tried to remember what the plan had been, before he'd gotten so thoroughly sidetracked.
'Jack?'
'Ianto?'
'Can I have another present?' Ianto asked innocently. Jack wrestled with the urge to bite him on the nipple and lost, causing a yelp and a shiver. He remembered what the plan was, and dug into the box.

A single chocolate ripple condom flicked up and landed on Ianto's chest, followed by another and another. Broken condoms were annoying, and Jack didn't like them to slow him down more than necessary.
'More chocolate?' Ianto asked happily.
'More chocolate. It's all about consistent flavour themes' Jack replied, finding the lube hiding with the massage oils.
'Oh.'
'You're cute when you're perplexed.'
'I should hope so. It's all the practice, Sir.'
'Call me that again and I'll bite you.' The first bite had been fun. Jack would have liked another go.
'Was that an invitation to say “Bite me, Sir”?' Ianto asked mischievously.
'Hmmm. Is there a spanking in this box? I think there might be' Jack said severely.
'I'll be good, I swear.'
'Ha. You're lucky I'm in a generous mood today.' To emphasise his point, Jack laid a gentle line of kisses from Ianto's shoulder to his elbow. Ianto sighed with contented pleasure and rested his head on the other arm.

Jack was pleased to find Ianto shifting his hips and manoeuvring a thigh between Jack's, so he could rub their cocks together. Otherwise he'd be worried about Ianto falling asleep. But, of course, that'd be impolite, and Ianto would never do a such a thing. He might have plans to fall asleep in Jack's arms as soon as Jack had come too, but Jack wasn't going to let that happen either. He kissed Ianto behind the ear, so his wicked grin wouldn't be seen.
'You want cream with this?' he breathed in Ianto's ear.
'Yes. Oh, yes. I do.'

Grabbing the bowl, Jack dipped a finger into the fluffy cream and slowly sucked it off, all by himself. In the soft candlelight, the look on Ianto's face was beautiful. Raw lust, all for him. Jack basked in the glow of Ianto's need, dipping the finger again. This time, he held it out to Ianto, stopping just short of his reach. Ianto pulled against the tie, lifting his head towards the cream. There, with his mouth open and begging for it, was everything Jack wanted to see. He gave in and let Ianto take the finger into his mouth, devouring the cream with his tongue and working the length of his finger with it.

As Jack took the hand away, Ianto pouted beautifully. The next finger of cream didn't get as far as Ianto's mouth. Jack pulled it away at the last moment, leaving Ianto straining against the ruined silk and moaning softly, heartbroken. As as apology, Jack ran creamy fingers down his chin and licked it off, before moving on to his mouth and kissing the hurt better.

One of his hands crept up to test the bonds around Ianto's wrists. He'd tied carefully, but wanted to check there was enough length between wrists and headboard for what he intended.
'Turn over' he said, barely loud enough to be heard. 'On your knees.'

Ianto responded eagerly, almost desperately. The bond twisted and tightened, and Ianto grabbed the headboard it in a white-knuckled grip. Meanwhile, Jack ripped open the condom and rolled it on. Even that level of stimulation felt like sweet relief after so long. He was generous with the lube, and rubbed it on much harder than necessary.
'Jack' Ianto groaned.
'What?'
'Just Jack. Nothing else.'

Jack knew exactly what that meant. He grabbed Ianto's hip with one hand and guided his cock to where it needed to be with the other. For a second he paused and held it there, prolonging the moment of anticipation a fraction longer, and then pushed in hard. Ianto sobbed and moaned. There was raw physical pain in that sound but he pushed back against Jack, urging him deeper.
'Please, Jack. Harder... Need you. Now, please. So... Fuck. Fuck. Oh God, harder.'

Shoving as deep as he could into Ianto, Jack gasped and wrapped his arms around Ianto's shoulders and waist. And then again, deeper and deeper and so much harder. They were both more than ready for this, Ianto panting and straining with hunger, and Jack throbbing painfully with it. Right now he needed to do nothing more than bury his cock in Ianto to make the world right, but he needed it so much and he needed it now. With every single movement, Ianto groaned or gasped or called his name. Jack was held as tightly by the sounds as the slippery heat he thrust desperately into. He needed both. Being wanted like this, so passionately and with such abandon, was the best aphrodisiac on this or any world.

He wrapped a hand around Ianto's cock and felt their rhythm change as Ianto thrust into his fist, moaning please yn awr please.

Jack ground into him, goring deep into Ianto's ass until he felt his balls slap hard muscular ass. The sensation was there, but so muted by hot sliding pressure and Ianto's cries that it barely existed. He was aware that he was no longer in control. That was no longer important either. All Jack could do was ram his cock harder into the hottest, sweetest place in the universe and feel the rising need to scream build up in his chest. Ianto had charge of the pace and the angle and depth, and he was giving Jack everything. As he thrust in, blindly and desperately, Ianto pushed back against him and moaned for more.

'Mae hwnna'n brifo Jack os gwelwch yn dda FUCK, JACK, I can't' Ianto gasped, but it was Jack that came a fraction of a second first, digging fingernails into Ianto's chest and yelling something that might or might now have been words. He didn't know and he didn't care. All that mattered was the liquid fire in his veins and the sudden jarring acceleration of Ianto, coming.

As he learned to breathe again, Jack relaxed and allowed Ianto to take his weight. Ianto was still on his knees and bracing himself against the headboard, and lying on his back Jack could feel the broad motion of his breathing as well. He let himself rest his cheek on Ianto's pale shoulder. One hand rubbed slow circles on Ianto's thigh, feeling the warm slick sweat there.

'Alright?' Ianto asked, voice low and throaty. Jack was never sure what that meant. That word could mean Are you alright?, Hello, How are you?, or any one of half a dozen other things. He settled for nodding and kissing Ianto's back in the candlelight. And, not forgetting, he reached over and undid the now very ruined silk tie. They collapsed slowly together until they lay in a tangled heap on the bed.

They stayed there until Jack reached the point where either he had to move or give in to sleep. Ianto had quietly insinuated himself against him and was happily drifting off, with a cute little smile on his lips. Jack resisted the urge to pinch his cheek and say Awwww. It wouldn't end well. Offending Ianto's dignity rarely did. One of the many things Jack had learned in the last few months was never fuck with the butler. He knows where the bodies are buried, literally, and the quality of your coffee depends on it.

Fucking the butler, though, that was fine. Better than fine. Jack rolled over, eliciting a low groan of the less-fun kind. Instead of reaching for the box, his hand rifled through the fruitbowl. Ianto was completely spent, but he turned his head to watch Jack. Caution or lust, Jack didn't know, or really care. He rolled back down to lie beside his lover. Ianto kept watching him, even though all he was doing was peeling the skin from an orange with his thumb. Jack reached out with a toe and rubbed his ankle, a little hello gesture. Something to let Ianto know he wasn't being ignored. Ianto reached out and rested the back of one hand against Jack's ribs, reciprocating.

It was a gesture Jack had learned from Ianto, and it was given partly out of love and partly as a tease. He knew Ianto usually did that when he was ready to sleep, just to stay in contact. It was obvious that Ianto was ready to snuggle down for the night, and there was no way that was going to happen. But Jack couldn't help lulling him into a false sense of security. It was just too much fun.

The candles were burning lower. The night was getting late. Jack rolled closer, sliding that leg between Ianto's knees and feeding him an orange segment.
'Your idea of dinner, Jack?' Ianto smiled. He loved being looked after, but it threw him off his stride every time.
'No. It's traditional.'
'Where is it tradition to eat an orange after sex?' Ianto took another piece of orange from Jack's fingers, taking it into his mouth with the tip of his tongue and sucking it down in a way that, if Jack didn't know better, he'd swear was deliberately provocative.
'The other tradition. Oranges at half time.'

Ianto coughed, and almost choked on his fruit.

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