Title: The touch of silk
By: lilithangel
Pairings: Ianto/Owen
Rating: AO
Warnings: crossing dressing, finger fucking, anal sex.
Summary: Ianto has a fantasy but he’s not sure if Owen will like it.

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Ianto dragged the fabric through his fingers and moaned softly. It was a stupid thing to be turned on by, almost a cliché considering his love of suits but there was something about the cool/warm sensation on his skin that meant his boxers were utilitarian cotton to avoid walking around with an erection everyday and ties were the only bits he allowed himself the luxury of wearing.

Jack had figured it out the first time he’d been tied with his own ties. He’d practically come on the spot and Jack was more than willing to indulge it even if it was hell on his tie collection. (They really shouldn’t be used as cock rings but by god the orgasm had been worth the damage).

It was possibly the one thing he regretted about not dating women anymore. Women didn’t question gifts of little scraps of silk masquerading as underwear. It hadn’t stopped him from buying a few things for the day he got up enough courage to approach Owen about it.

Owen didn’t have Jack’s natural abilities to understand kinks and appreciate all of them, they had to talk about things and neither of them was spectacular in that field. He’d discovered Owen’s thing for biting by accident and they did know most of the other’s erogenous zones after plenty of exploration, but Ianto had no idea how Owen would react. So he folded them up and put them back into his sock drawer before the urge to masturbate with them got too great.

Possibly Ianto would never had gotten the urge to talk to Owen about it, possibly Jack would have come back and the burgeoning relationship would have died under the intensity that was Jack. Instead Owen’s feet got wet and he went looking for a dry socks in Ianto’s drawer.

“I don’t think these are your colour,” Owen said, dangling red silk knickers from one finger, “is there something you’ve forgotten to tell me?”

“Shit,” Ianto said trying and failing to grab them out of Owen’s hand, “it’s not what it looks like.”

“Good cause what it looks like is that you’ve either got a cross-dressing fetish or your anal retentive nature is even creepier than I realised and you’ve kept your dead girlfriend’s underwear.”

Ianto blushed and closed his eyes. “Which option freaks you out the least?”

“The thing that freaks me out is that you appear to have bought my size,” Owen said, but his voice wasn’t condemning so Ianto risked opening his eyes. “Do you want me to wear these?” Owen added and Ianto closed his eyes again but he nodded quickly and waited tensely for Owen’s next words.

“Alright then,” Owen said.

Ianto opened his eyes but Owen had gone from the doorway. Nervously he headed for the bedroom to see whether Owen was getting dressed to leave or something else.

By the time he got to the room Owen was already pulling the knickers on and adjusting his cock to sit properly against the silk. Ianto swallowed at the sight. It was everything he’d imagined. The red silk stretched over and defined Owen’s cock and balls.

“It feels… nice,” Owen admitted a little self consciously.

Ianto dropped to his knees in front of Owen and pressed his lips against the rapidly rising bulge wetting the silk until it was wrapped around Owen’s shaft. He mouthed each ball until they were sopping and rubbed his cheeks against them.

“There’s more,” Ianto admitted.

“Jesus,” Owen said and Ianto could feel his knees buckle.

Ianto got to his feet and quickly got out of his clothes before they became uncomfortable and showed Owen exactly how much he liked what was happening. He went to the drawer that was open with socks scattered haphazardly around from Owen’s obvious attempt to find a pair that weren’t black. Reaching into the back of the drawer he pulled out the matching red stockings and the elbow length black gloves he’d been unable to resist.

Owen raised an eyebrow but the flush on his cheeks and his unflagging erection gave away how much he was actually enjoying the idea. Owen watched in silence lifting each foot in turn when Ianto knelt in front of him and slipped the stockings over his feet. Ianto carefully pulled each stocking into place smoothing the silk and straightening the seams until they were perfect. The tops of the stockings were just below the top of Owen’s thighs leaving a flash of skin before the lace of the knickers. Ianto pressed kisses along the exposed flesh letting his breath ghost across Owen’s cock.

It should have looked ridiculous but it didn’t. Owen suited red and his body was slender enough to wear the silk. The knickers even gave him the illusion of a smaller waist but he was definitely still male.

Ianto stood up and helped Owen into the gloves last. They stretched at his biceps but fitted as well as Ianto had imagined. He shivered when Owen placed one glove covered hand on his chest.

Owen pushed him onto the bed and straddled his hips rubbing the wet silk over his crotch and letting their cocks slide against each other. Owen caressed his body teasing his nipples to hardness and brushing through the hair on his chest.

“Suck,” Owen said, putting two of his gloved fingers into Ianto’s mouth. Ianto moaned around the digits the taste and the feel of the silk coupled with the knowledge of what Owen intended to do with them almost too much.

Owen rose up and pushed Ianto’s legs apart to settle between them while Ianto still suckled on his fingers. Owen pulled his fingers free and pressed one against Ianto’s hole teasing the sensitive flesh until Ianto was flexing against him trying to draw it in. Finally Owen relented and pushed past the first ring of muscle into the tight heat. He pumped it in and out until Ianto relaxed enough to add the second.

Ianto’s feet were flat on the bed and he pushed up onto Owen’s fingers the feel of the silk deep inside his arse almost enough to make him come. He didn’t want release just from Owen’s silk clad fingers though and he was almost ready to beg for more when Owen took things up a notch.

Owen pulled his cock and balls free of the soaked knickers spat on his hand and slicked up his cock wanting to be inside Ianto as much as Ianto wanted him inside. It wasn’t enough slick for an easy entrance but neither of them cared. Ianto relaxed and bore down to ease the way and Owen was inside.

Owen kept still allowing Ianto to adjust and put his fingers around Ianto’s cock. Ianto shivered at the touch of silk on his heated flesh and looked down to see the black silk stroking him. His legs could feel the scratch of the lace tops of he stocking on the inside of his thighs and he brought his knees up to hook his ankles around Owen’s waist.

“We should get more of these stockings,” Owen said. “I could tie you to the bed with them and then model some underwear for you. Make you suck me off through the silk and then suck the come out of them. Like that idea, do you?”

Ianto’s head fell back in shock as the intensity of Owen’s words took him over the edge into orgasm. He looked up to see the last of his release drip off the black silk gloves and he gripped tight around Owen’s cock as Owen brought the fingers up to his mouth to suck clean.

Then Owen braced on his knees and started to fuck him properly. It didn’t take long for Owen’s rhythm to stutter and for him to snap his orgasm deep into Ianto’s bowels.

Owen collapsed onto Ianto’s chest breathing heavily.

“Jesus fuck Ianto,” he said when he caught his breath and his softening cock started to slip free. “Next time you have a kink don’t keep it secret alright?”

Ianto smiled and wondered what Owen would look like wearing lipstick and sucking his cock.

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