Title: First Time Forever
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Ianto Jones/Tenth Doctor
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: NC-17
Table: 5
Prompt: 17, First Time
Author's Note: Continuation of May I Have This Dance?.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor or Jack Harkness. Please do not sue.

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Ianto didn't pause in his purposeful strides across the Tardis, carrying the Doctor to the huge four-poster and depositing the slender Time Lord in the middle of the bed. The Doctor looked up at him, dark eyes large and luminous, propping himself up on his elbows and obviously waiting for Ianto to make the next move.

The young man didn't hesitate; he reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it off over his head and leaning over the bed. Both hands were planted on either side of the Doctor, effectively trapping the Gallifreyan on the bed; Ianto's lips were within millimeters of that soft mouth, that mouth that he'd been kissing passionately only a few moments before.

"Do you want this?" he whispered, reluctant to carry this any further and take the Time Lord if he wasn't absolutely sure that this was indeed what he wanted.

"Yes." The Doctor's voice was barely audible, but the timbre was firm, decisive. "I want this more than I've ever wanted anything."

That was all Ianto needed to hear. His hands moved to the t-shirt the Doctor was wearing, inching it up until he could pull it off over the Time Lord's head. He let his eyes roam over the Doctor's exposed flesh, taking in every slender curve of the body he'd hungered for over the past few days.

His hands moved to the button on the jeans the Time Lord wore, fingers suddenly stiff and clumsy. What if he couldn't make this good for the Doctor? What if he failed as a lover? What if the Doctor never wanted to see him or even speak to him again after this? What if .... All the possibilities crowded into Ianto's mind, jostling for space.

The Doctor wound slender arms around Ianto's neck, pulling the young man down to him and pressing a kiss to his mouth. "Don't worry so much," he whispered, murmuring against Ianto's lips. "You're going to be fine."

Ianto drew back slightly, startled. "How .... how did you know what I was thinking?" he stammered, eyes wide.

The Doctor's hands were on either side of his head, long fingers splayed through his hair, stroking gently. "Telepath," he whispered, dark eyes searching Ianto's face. "I won't pry into any thoughts you'd rather keep private, Ianto. I promise."

Ianto nodded, swallowing hard. It wasn't every day that he had his thoughts read, looked into as though they were as transparent as a plate-glass window. It was a bit disconcerting -- but it was just one of the things that he would have to get used to in his relationship with this enigmatic man.

"You're free to look into my thoughts any time you'd like to," he murmured, his gaze meeting the Doctor's. "But at the moment, I only have one thing on my mind."

The young man succeeded in freeing the button on the Doctor's jeans, pulling down the zipper and placing the palm of his hand over the Time Lord's crotch to caress the bulge there. He was surprised to find that the Doctor wore nothing under the denim fabric; the idea of the Doctor being bare under the civilized layer of clothes was an incredibly erotic thought.

Ianto eased the jeans down the Doctor's long legs, his eyes taking in every inch of the Time Lord's bare flesh as it was revealed. When the Gallifreyan was finally naked, he let his eyes wander over that beautiful body, drinking in the sight of the man he'd wanted from the moment he'd laid eyes on him. It was inconceivable that his fantasies of being with the Doctor were all going to come true.

"You're wearing a few too many clothes." The Doctor's soft whisper cut through the air, jerking Ianto from his contemplation of the Time Lord's nudity. "I can help you get those off, if you'd like."

Ianto's hands moved to his own belt buckle, loosening it and pulling it loose, his eyes not leaving the Doctor's. "I think I can manage," he said softly, his voice breathless.

Within seconds, his pants were on the floor, his body as naked as the Doctor's. Ianto climbed onto the bed, settling himself beside the Time Lord and moving one hand down the silken skin of the Doctor's side. The Time Lord made a soft mewling sound, turning his face to the side to nuzzle his cheek against Ianto's arm.

Ianto leaned forward, his lips meeting the Doctor's in a passionate, heady kiss that took his breath away. His mouth left a trail of fire down the Doctor's skin, moving from the softness of the Time Lord's mouth to his throat, across one shoulder, to tease the rosy nipples with his tongue until they were taut peaks under his lips.

His hands had been as busy as his mouth; one had slipped under the Doctor's back, stroking across his skin until the Time Lord's body was arched off the bed, the other trailing back and forth across the soft skin of his belly, fingertips tracing lazy circles around his navel, not moving lower just yet, teasing and tempting.

Ianto's searching mouth moved lower, tongue dipping into the Doctor's navel and drawing a soft moan from the man under him. The Doctor's long, elegant fingers clutched at his lover's hair, not pushing Ianto's head down but merely stroking through the thick, dark hair. Ianto couldn't remember ever being with anyone whose touch felt so utterly sensual.

The Doctor's cock was already hard, throbbing, jutting proudly from the nest of dark curls at the juncture of his thighs. Ianto's breath caught in his throat; this was only the second man he'd ever been with, and the first in a dominant role. It almost felt overwhelming, this much beauty being offered to him, this much trust placed in his hands.

He lapped at the tip, rewarded by a soft cry, the Doctor's hands tightening in his hair. "Don't stop, please don't stop," the Time Lord begged, the muscles of his thighs tightening, a shiver going through his slender body.

Growing bolder, Ianto took the Doctor's cock into his mouth, sliding his lips experimentally down the shaft, taking in as much as he could before sucking gently, letting his cheeks hollow out. He'd at least had enough experience with this to know that he could pleasure the Doctor with his mouth.

But that wasn't his ultimate goal. After sucking for a few moments, he let the Doctor's cock slip from his mouth, spreading the Time Lord's thighs wider and sliding his hands under that perfectly rounded ass. He used his thumbs to spread the Doctor's cheeks, stroking one finger over the tender, vulnerable rosebud hidden there, eliciting another moan from the Doctor.

"I ...." The Time Lord sounded breathless, almost a bit shaky. Ianto raised his head, a little worried that he'd somehow done something to hurt the exquisite man lying under him, or that he'd frightened him somehow.

"What is it, love?" he asked softly, not moving his hands from their position. He lowered his head again, puckering his lips and blowing warm air over the Doctor's nether regions, making the Time Lord writhe and gasp.

"I-I'm a virgin in this body," the Doctor managed to gasp, before another moan overtook his words. "At least, in this way," he hastened to explain. "I've never been the submissive partner in this body .... So, you'll be the first."

Ianto's eyes widened, surprise coursing through him. He hadn't expected this kind of a revelation; he'd simply assumed that the Doctor was sexually experienced. Of course, he was -- but in other bodies, other incarnations. There was something endearing about the thought of the Doctor offering this body's virginity to him.

The Doctor bit his lip; he actually looked nervous, even a bit frightened. "If that changes how you feel .... you don't have to," he whispered, dropping his gaze and not meeting Ianto's eyes.

"It doesn't change a thing," the young man whispered, shaking his head. "It only makes me want you all the more."

Ianto returned to what he was doing, continuing to stroke his finger over the Doctor's rosebud, patiently waiting for the Time Lord's muscles to relax a little. After a few moments, he leaned closer, replacing his finger with his tongue, licking and probing at the tight ring of muscle.

The Doctor gasped, his head falling back onto the pillow, his hips raising off the bed. "Oh god ...." he moaned, head turning helplessly from side to side as Ianto pushed his thighs further apart to give his tongue better access to the Doctor's body.

The young Welshman continued to work his tongue around the Doctor's virgin entrance, hoping to relax the Time Lord enough to where the initial penetration wouldn't be more painful than it had to be. By now, the Doctor was gasping Ianto's name, his long, elegant fingers clenching handfuls of the sheets, his hips flexing against Ianto's face.

Ianto finally raised his head, glancing at the table by the side of the bed. He hoped there was some sort of lubricant available, something that he could use to ease the inevitable pain that the Doctor would feel. The Doctor made another soft mewling sound in the back of his throat, his hips flexing again, looking up at Ianto inquiringly.

"Lube?" Ianto whispered, feeling slightly embarrassed at having to ask for such a thing. But it wasn't as though he could have expected this, and been better prepared ....

The Doctor shook his head, his voice raspy. "No, I don't have any. It doesn't matter, just .... Take me. It will only hurt for a few moments."

Ianto shook his head stubbornly, smoothing a hand down the silken flesh of one inner thigh. "No. I won't take you without something to ease the way. I won't hurt you more than I have to."

"Please, Ianto. Please." Was it his imagination, or was there a pleading tone in the Doctor's voice now? "I need you. I don't care if it hurts .... I want you. Please."

The young man nodded reluctantly, his heart clenching in his chest at the idea of hurting this beautiful man sprawled out under him. He didn't think that he could bear to see the Doctor's pain, to know that his actions would be what caused it. Hopefully, it would only last for a few seconds, something that would be taken over quickly by the pleasure that would follow.

Ianto sat up, moving up on the bed until he was laying on top of the Doctor, his hard cock pressing between the softness of the Time Lord's spread thighs. The Doctor whimpered softly when Ianto's cock nudged at his entrance, squeezing his eyes shut and clasping his arms around his lover's shoulders.

"I'm so sorry to have to hurt you, love," Ianto whispered, pressing his lips against the Doctor's ear. "Please forgive me."

"There's nothing to forgive, my sweet," the Time Lord answered, his voice barely a breath of sound. "Take me, Ianto. Now. Please."

Ianto was torn between two actions; should he push fully inside the Doctor, getting the pain over with in one quick thrust? Or should he enter the Time Lord slowly, a little at a time, and hope that the ensuing pleasure would override the pain? Slowly, he decided, looking down at the man underneath him. If the Doctor was in pain, then he could opt for the other way.

He flexed his hips carefully, experimentally, pushing forward against the resistance of the Doctor's tight body. The Time Lord gasped, then cried out as Ianto's cock pushed inside him, his muscles clenching around the invasion. His nails dug into Ianto's shoulders, drawing paths down the Welshman's pale skin.

Ianto gasped, panted, held back his own cry. He'd never experienced anything as completely, entirely sensual as being inside the Doctor. Never had he imagined such heat, so intense that he was positive he'd burst into flames. But not an uncomfortable heat; no, this heat was seaing into his very soul, fusing him indelibly with the man in his arms.

Ianto kept pushing his hips forward, a little at a time, until he was buried fully inside the Time Lord, filling him completely. He pulled back a little, then pushed forward again, all the while watching the Doctor anxiously. He knew that the Gallifreyan was in pain, but he hoped that the eventual pleasure would cancel it out.

The Doctor's face was turned to the side, tears leaking from the corners of his closed eyes into the silk of the pillow. It obviously hurt, in spite of all Ianto's efforts to be careful. But when the young man tried to pull out of him, the Doctor wrapped long, slender legs around his lover's waist, refusing to let Ianto slip out.

"I'm hurting you, love," Ianto whispered, his voice ragged. He couldn't bear to see the Doctor in so much pain, to know that he was the cause of it.

The Time Lord shook his head, opening tear-bright eyes to look up at Ianto. "No," he choked out, his legs tightening around Ianto's waist. "It'll get better. I know it. Just .... Take me. Don't be cautious about it."

Ianto nodded, closing his eyes as he pulled his hips back, then slid into the Doctor again, deeper this time. He began to move his hips in a steady rhythm, pulling nearly all the way out of the Time Lord, then thrusting back in, always being careful not to be too rough with the fragile Gallifreyan.

He could hear the Doctor's soft moans, his own gasps, feel their bodies spiralling towards orgasm with each successive thrust. He was falling, falling into the heart of a volcano, molten lava covering every inch of his body, and he never wanted to come up for a breath of air.

It couldn't last forever, for either of them. Ianto was the first to break the spiral, crying out as he came, releasing deep into the Doctor's body and tightening his arms around his love, pulling the Doctor fiercely against him and feeling those twin heartbeats merge with his own.

He kept thrusting into the Doctor, the aftershocks of his orgasm shaking his body, until he could feel the Doctor's own orgasmic shudders spread through the Time Lord's body. He heard the Doctor's soft cry -- his name -- and buried his face against the other man's shoulder; hearing his name come from the Doctor's lips at such a moment almost drove him to tears.

Ianto could have stayed inside the Doctor forever, but he didn't want his love to be too sore to walk; it wouldn't be a good idea to stay buried in that luxuriant warmth, enjoying the Doctor's body even after their coupling was over. Reluctantly, he let himself slide out of that welcoming heat, leaning down to press a kiss against one taut nipple.

Turning onto his side, he pulled the Doctor into his arms, draping one leg over the Time Lord's slim thighs. The Doctor felt pliant in his arms, limp, warm; only the Gallifreyan's steady breathing told him that the other man was still conscious.

Cautiously, Ianto moved a hand between the Doctor's thighs, brushing his fingers against the Time Lord's entrance. His fingers didn't come away smeared with the Doctor's blood; that was a good sign. Perhaps it hadn't hurt the Time Lord as much as he'd thought it had.

"Have I worn you out, love?" he teased softly, his lips brushing against the Time Lord's soft cheek.

"I believe you have," the Doctor answered, sounding sleepy and sated. "But it's a wonderful kind of tiredness."

"I didn't hurt you too badly, did I?" Ianto asked anxiously, placing a finger beneath the Doctor's chin and tilting the other man's face up to his. His breath hitched in his throat as his eyes met the Doctor's gaze.

That face. That beautiful face, the face that would always be the epitome of perfection to him from this moment on. He could drink in those eyes, those lips, those soft features forever.

The Doctor shook his head, a small smile curving his lips. "No, my love, you didn't. I'll be sore for a few days, but that's to be expected. I've had my virginity taken before, you know, and no one was ever as gentle or as loving as you were."

Ianto reached out to brush away the tears still clinging to the Doctor's long, dark lashes. "If I didn't hurt you, then why are you still crying?"

"Because," the Doctor answered softly, swallowing hard before continuing. "Because I've just had the most amazing experience of all my lives .... and because I love you so much."

Ianto's own eyes filled with tears, tears that he had to blink back to keep them from falling onto the Doctor's skin. "I love you, too. I have from the first moment that I saw you."

The Doctor didn't answer; he only silenced Ianto with a deep kiss, a kiss that came from the depths of his soul. His slender body arched against his lover's, arms and legs wrapping around Ianto as though to never let him escape from the embrace.

Ianto let himself fall into that embrace, closing his eyes and sinking into sleep.

Around them, the lights of the Tardis dimmed, as though she too was sated and happy.

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