Title: The Right Moment
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Ianto Jones/Tenth Doctor
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Table: 30_sex_scenes
Prompt: 20, Flogger
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own Ianto Jones or the Tenth Doctor. Please do not sue.

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Ianto watched as the Doctor tugged against the silk scarf that bound his wrists together to the headboard of their bed, satisfied that the Time Lord couldn't pull free. He wanted the other man bound, unable to stop what he was going to do.

Of course, if the Doctor panicked, he would loosen the bonds and gather his lover into his arms. The last thing he wanted to do was harm the Doctor, or frighten him. This was more of an experiment, an exercise in pleasure, not pain or domination. He wasn't going to do anything that could possibly hurt the man he loved.

He let his eyes roam over the slender body that was presented to his gaze, down the smooth skin of the Time Lord's back, to the rounded curve of his pert ass, down the slender thighs and long legs. He really was the most beautiful man Ianto had ever seen.

And this body was his, he told himself, his to take, his to do whatever he wanted with -- his to kiss and caress and love. The Doctor had given himself over completely, showing a trust in him that touched Ianto to his very core.

No one had ever put that kind of trust in him before. And he was determined to live up to it, to be the man that the Doctor trusted him to be.

That trust was only one more reason that he would never do anything to cause his love pain; the Time Lord had suffered far too much at the Master's hands in his long life, as well as through other enemies. Ianto didn't want to add to that pain in any way.

He'd had this planned for some time, though he'd sensed the Doctor's reluctance to be tied down, and he hadn't pushed the idea too hard. He didn't want his lover to feel uneasy in any way, so he'd waited until the Doctor had brought the subject up.

The other man had been hesitant about it, but he'd finally confided in Ianto that a part of him found it arousing to be bound and helpless when he was being made love to. That was exactly what the young man had wanted to hear.

He had wanted to experiment with his lover for quite some time, but after hearing some of the horror stories about the Doctor's past with the Master, he'd known better than to push. But now, it seemed that the Time Lord was becoming curious on his own.

And he was going to give the Doctor whatever he wanted, Ianto told himself. Hopefully, he would be able to ease the other man past any fears he might have.

Ianto let the tails of the flogger in his hand trail over his arm; the wide, soft leather strips wouldn't hurt the Doctor, and this seemed a good way to get the other man used to light bondage. Ianto would let him decide just how far they took this little game; he wasn't going to push the Time Lord for anything he wasn't ready to give.

It was hard to remember just why he was here; all he wanted to do was get onto the bed behind the Doctor and bury himself deep inside that beautiful body to the exclusion of everything around him. But that wasn't the objective, not this time.

He moved to the bed, placing one knee on the covers to steady himself and letting his eyes move over the Doctor's body again. His heartbeat was accelerating, his breath coming faster in anticipation of what he was about to do.

Taking a deep breath, Ianto steadied himself on the bed as he reached out to trail his fingertips over the Doctor's velvety-soft skin, resisting the urge to trail his fingers down the cleft of the Time Lord's ass and bury them inside the other man.

No, that would come later -- after the Doctor was squirming and moaning his name, begging to be taken. Ianto was sure he could get his lover to that point; it never seemed to take much to have the Time Lord gasping and eager for him.

Raising his arm, he let the wide leather strips fall, almost moaning as they made a thudding sound on the curves of the Doctor's ass.

He hadn't expected this to be so -- so sensual. Hearing the Doctor's soft moan, seeing his lover's muscles tense as he strained against his bonds .... it added to his own arousal, making his breath come faster and his heart skip a few beats.

The flogger fell again, and a third time; Ianto couldn't take his eyes from the Doctor, watching the Time Lord's ass cheeks clench with each blow. The soft thud of the leather strips hitting his skin almost made his own skin tingle, as if his own body was reacting in a way similar to the Doctor's even though he wasn't feeling the blows.

After a few more blows, the Doctor's ass was reddening, though there weren't marks on his skin. Ianto was glad of that; he hadn't wanted to mark his love, only to arouse them both. And it certainly seemed to have worked, judging from the Doctor's panting and soft moans.

Tossing the flogger aside, Ianto climbed onto the bed, spreading the Doctor's legs and kneeling to press a gentle kiss first to one cheek, then the other. His fingers trailed down the cleft of the Time Lord's ass, teasing the other man's opening before slipping inside him.

Then it was his turn to moan; the mere idea of thrusting himself into that tight, welcoming warmth was nearly enough to send him over the edge.

But he had to prepare the Time Lord first; he wasn't about to enter the other man without being sure that he was ready. Ianto moved his fingers slowly in and out, listening to the Doctor's breathing become heavier and more ragged, waiting for the right moment.

His own gasping breaths joined the Time Lord's soft moans; Ianto knew that he wouldn't be able to keep himself poised on the edge for very long. He needed to be inside the Doctor, needed to be joined with him in the most primal of unions. And judging from the way that the other man was writhing under him, the Doctor felt the same way.

He slowly drew his fingers out, rewarded by a soft groan from the Doctor, the pleading timbre of his voice a strained whisper in the still air of their bedroom. "Ianto .... please ...." The whispered words cut through the air, drawing an answering moan from Ianto.

Yes, this was definitely the right moment. The Doctor was ready and willing -- and he needed the Time Lord more than he could put into words. With a sigh that was almost a groan, Ianto pushed his hips forward, sliding into the Time Lord in one smooth, fluid movement.

The tight heat clenching around him was almost more than he could bear; for one agonizing moment, Ianto almost thought that he was going to come immediately, far too soon for all the preparation that had led up to this moment.

But he managed to hold himself back, moving his hands down the Doctor's sides to rest on those narrow hips, taking a deep breath to calm himself.

The Doctor's body was tighter than he could ever remember the other man being; maybe it was only because he wanted the Time Lord so much, needed so badly to be inside him, to join their bodies in the ultimate expression of love and desire. He felt lost in the haze of that desire, unable to focus on anything but urging them both on to completion.

Only a few more thrusts, and Ianto knew that he was dancing on the edge; only one tiny push and he would be falling, twisting in the wind, jumping off a precipice and plummeting through time and space to finally land on safe ground with the Doctor clasped in his arms.

He almost cried out when he felt the Doctor's muscles tightening around him, felt that slender body shuddering and spasming in his arms. His own orgasm followed only seconds afterwards; his fingers dug into the Doctor's hips, his own body shaking with the strength of his climax.

Ianto had to place both hands on the bed to steady himself, so that he wouldn't collapse on top of the slender man beneath him; they were both panting too hard to speak for several long moments, their mingled heavy breathing the only sound in the quiet room.

He wanted to stay inside the Doctor forever, but he knew that wasn't possible -- nor would it be too comfortable for the Time Lord after a while.

Reluctantly, he moved to the side, moving on hand down the curve of the Doctor's ass as he did so. Just looking at the Doctor bound and helpless like this made him want the other man again; how could it be possible to have his desire still run this high after what they'd just done? Somehow, the Time Lord could turn him into some sort of sexual Superman.

But this wasn't the time to think about taking his lover again; no, he wanted to curl up beside the Doctor, hold the other man in his arms and kiss him, murmur soft words into his ear and enjoy the time they spent basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

Ianto reached for the scarf that bound the Doctor's hands, loosening the knots quickly and freeing the Time Lord before he rolled the other man over onto his back, looking down at him with a soft smile curving his lips. He traced his fingertips down the softness of the Time Lord's cheek, their gazes meeting and locking.

He could read what the Doctor felt in those fathomless dark eyes; he didn't need any words to know exactly what the Time Lord was thinking. Ianto smiled as he took the other man into his arms; this was apparently the right moment for what he'd been thinking, after all.

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