Title: Privileges
By: Amy
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17

On the narrow camp bed, Jack stretched atop Ianto, draping himself over his lover’s slender body, kissing him deeply. Ianto slid his arms around Jack’s torso and returned it with enthusiastic passion, dragging his nails lightly along the skin of Jack’s back, tracing the bumps of his spine. One hand wandered up along the graceful line of Jack’s neck and into his thick hair. 

Jack reluctantly broke the kiss and nuzzled Ianto’s throat. He traced the faint contour of Ianto’s carotid artery with the tip of his nose, drinking in the heady aroma of adrenalin and sweat and arousal and Ianto. 

“You know what I love?” Jack murmured into Ianto’s ear before he sucked the lobe between his teeth and swirled his tongue around it. 

“Mm…?” The sound escaped his throat as a breathless growl. His fingers tightened in Jack’s soft hair while his full pink lips parted, releasing a shaky gasp. 

Jack’s breath hitched as he whispered hoarsely, “I love that there are parts of you that I get to see that not even the sun does…” 

Jack delicately licked the ridge of Ianto’s collarbone to illustrate his point. 

Ianto shuddered as Jack’s hot breath ghosted across the hollow at the base of his throat. “I love that I get to do this – ” Jack drew a single finger down the center of Ianto’s chest, through the sparse, soft hair that covered it, and along his treasure trail, from his navel to the thatch of coarser hair nestling Ianto’s rigid cock – “to all those little places – ” and Jack laughed softly and breathlessly, pushing up so he could look below into sultry dark blue eyes – “some not so little – that no one else can…” 

Ianto held the unwavering gaze for an interminable moment, and a wordless understanding coalesced. He drew Jack against him for a blistering kiss, tongues meeting and caressing. They pressed their naked bodies tightly together, fingers gripping and legs twining and hips thrusting, finding a gentle rhythm that left them panting and aching for more. 

Jack drew back and rested his forehead against Ianto’s, noses nudging cheekbones, his hair sticking to Ianto’s warm, damp skin, and sighed against the corner of Ianto’s mouth, “…and I love that you let me…” 

Ianto beamed his just-for-Jack smile and tilted his head as he parted his lips, inviting another intense and scorching kiss.  

Then Jack was buried impossibly deep inside him, his open mouth pressed to Ianto’s throat. Ianto’s toes curled in ecstasy, his head thrown back on the pillow, eyes closed. Suddenly words with beauty became gestures with meaning, and nothing outside then and there mattered anymore.