Title: A clever tongue
By: lilithangel
Pairings: Ianto/Owen
Rating: NC-17
Note: My second submission for the November round of rounds_of_kink
Summary: Owen certainly knew what he was doing.

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Ianto had not been certain of the appeal to begin with. When Owen showed him the parcel and explained what it was all he could think of was the indignity of the position. Of course there was very little dignity to most of what they did together.

Owen was a fan of ambushing Ianto in the archives for a messy blow job when the mood stuck and he’d lost count of the number of times they’d fallen off the sofa during make out sessions. They owed Andy so many favours now for clearing up indecent exposure complaints given Ianto’s recently discovered enjoyment of car sex. It wasn’t too bad in the SUV but he’d mooned passersby several times when they’d tried it in Owen’s car.

Still he helped Owen put it together if only to be sure it was actually safe to use.

“See,” Owen said triumphantly, “it’s going to be so much more comfortable.”

“For one of us,” Ianto said a little sourly.

“Trust me,” Owen said. He palmed Ianto’s cock. “Seems like part of you doesn’t mind.”

Ianto rolled his eyes. “Parts of me never mind,” he said as Owen’s fingers quickly released his cock and pumped it firmly.

“Trust me,” Owen said again and Ianto let himself be efficiently stripped.

Owen pushed him into the seat of the ‘device’ (Ianto was waiting to make up his mind if it deserved a better name than the one on the box).

“This is ridiculous,” Ianto said as Owen quickly got naked.

“You won’t be saying that in a minute,” Owen said lying down in front of him.

The ‘seat’ was a modified toilet seat on four legs. Under it was a construction of rails and steps to raise and lower the seat. Owen was lying on a bench with a head rest that had rollers similar to a workout machine allowing him to slide under the seat and be positioned perfectly for one of his favourite activities.

Ianto had never expected Owen to be interested in rimming except on the receiving end but he was actually a generous lover and enjoyed nothing more than getting Ianto to the point of cursing in Welsh (really the only bits of the language he was fluent in).

Owen slid under Ianto and hummed happily his tongue licking a swipe along Ianto crack before Ianto could get uncomfortable. He lapped around Ianto’s hole, circling the puckered flesh until Ianto relaxed and his tongue was able to press past the first ring of muscle.

Owen’s own cock was hard against his belly revealing how much he enjoyed what he was doing, pre-come leaking a glistening trail that had Ianto’s mouth watering.

Owen was still able to get his hands on Ianto’s butt cheeks and he kneaded them as he licked and suckled at Ianto’s arse. He pressed his finger into Ianto’s spit slicked hole and pushed his tongue in beside it. His finger unerringly found Ianto’s prostate while his tongue stroked the tight skin.

Owen pulled his tongue back and Ianto moaned in protest only to be silenced by the drag of Owen’s tongue along sensitive skin and Owen’s lips on his balls sucking them as Owen’s finger frigged his hole.

Ianto fisted his cock as Owen moved from his balls to his hole and back again. Tongue laving, lips suckling and teeth nipping ever so gently driving him closer and closer to the edge of need.

Owen moved the bench up and down in small movements to give him complete access to Ianto’s ball sac and hole, his own cock bobbing softly against his belly as arousal curled around his balls without a single touch.

Ianto’s feet were braced on the floor his hips rocking his cock into his fist and his hole back onto Owen’s tongue. Owen replaced finger with thumb and Ianto groaned his approval babbling words he hoped Owen would never translate for both their sakes. A second thumb stretched his hole wider and Owen’s mouth pressed against the opening as his tongue delved as deeply as it could to reach Ianto’s prostate.

The sounds were wet and obscene and only made it hotter. Ianto’s strokes got faster as his fist tightened around his cock. He could see Owen’s balls tightening and the thought that just eating him out could be enough to send Owen over the edge was all it took to get there first.

Ianto’s hole tightened around Owen’s tongue and he felt a warm splatter on his belly and cock. Owen pushed his tongue in deeper milking every drop of Ianto’s orgasm as his own seed pulsed out and mingled with Ianto’s on his belly.

Owen reluctantly pulled his tongue free and slid out from under the chair to see a dazed Ianto sprawl out softening cock limp against one thigh, and smiled. Owen knew Ianto would see the appeal of the chair, just like he’d seen the appeal of Owen’s tongue and cock with only one or two demonstrations.

END

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