Title: Kinky Boy
Author: brella_owul
Team Players: Ianto,Jack
Disclaimers: All owned by BBC and RTD of course !
Spoilers: None
Rating: R naughty PWP
Summary: A former Goth-boy's fantasy comes true...
*I'm determined to finish my Smut69 table no matter what (it could take years lol) so this is prompt#30-Kinky
Warning: PWP with Gothic themes/coffins...
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Jack dropped his end of the large coffin first and stood panting, his hands on his hips'Jeez that is one fucking heavy casket'
'Yes Sir' Ianto replied staring thoughtfully at the dark wooden box 'do you think he took his victims in there with him?'
'Who knows Ianto' the Captain sighed and sat down heavily on the coffin lid.
The younger man licked his lips nervously and ran a hand over the smooth polished wood, admiring the way that the light from the bare bulb reflected along its length.
'I don't think he would, it's too nice isn't it?'
Jack raised an eyebrow at him questioningly
'Too tidy I mean, polished and cared for' Ianto blushed 'I...mean...you wouldn't want to get blood on it''
The Captain hung his head and beamed as he pictured Ianto diligently polishing a gleaming coffin. He shook his head and looked up at his younger lover
'He's not really a vampire Ianto. You didn't believe that, did you?'
'What?' the Welshman looked up from studying the coffin in surprise
Jack laughed and threw his arms up 'Oh come on! A vampire? A real life Transylvanian vampire? In Newport?!'
'OK,OK! Stupid me eh? sorry!' Ianto held his hands in surrender and turned away from the laughter
'A real vampire hehe, come here and I'll bite ya!' the Captain laughed
Ianto span around and glared at him 'Aliens are real, ghosts are real, crazy robot Cybermen are real but VAMPIRES ?! No. Of course! How stupid am I?!'
'You're not stupid at all!' Jack pacified 'you are pretty hot when you shout though'
A smile broke across the Welshman's face and he held Jack's gaze
'Yeah?'
'Yes'
Ianto approached slowly and knelt in front of the Captain, tilting his head up to kiss the waiting lips. His hands slid slowly up the inside of the older man's thighs and felt the sudden response to their arrival at his crotch.
'Feeling horny Jack?' he enquired smiling into a brief kiss and working his hands inside the straining zip
'Always'
'Hmmm well,' Ianto whispered into his ear 'would you like to make a fantasy come true?'
Jack chuckled 'Mine or yours?'
'Mine - unless you share it' Ianto nipped at the line of Jack's jaw, making him moan
'Right now uhhh' the Captain panted 'I'm uuuup for anything ... whew! So what's this faaaantasy?'
Ianto moved back onto his heels and locked eyes with the bright blue Harkness orbs, his gaze flicked to the coffin and back
'I want to do you in the coffin' he stated
'What?' Jack couldn't hide his surprise any better than his cock could hide its enthusiasm. Ianto knelt forward again and kissed him gently and quickly, peppering the kisses with words
'I...want...to...fuck...you...in...the...coffin'
'Oh' the Captain swallowed deeply and beamed 'right!'
Ianto stood and pulled him to his feet also, holding him tightly and grazing his teeth across the older man's adams apple
'Ahhh you're not a vampire are you Ianto?' Jack sighed
'No, but I used to be a Goth'
'Right - that'll be the casket-fuck thing explained then'
The coffin was tight, as Ianto supposed a coffin should be. It was obvious now that it was more of a prop than a true coffin, because how else could they have fit two adult men inside the damned thing and shut the lid? It had been Jack that shut the lid of course, claiming there was no point having sex in a coffin if the lid was open, and lights were on. He had wanted to lay Ianto inside, shut the lid, and tear the shirt from his body. Ianto however was firmly in charge and stripped himself and Jack in record time, no slow seduction, no teasing play - just a quick strip and orders to do likewise fired at the Captain. He had lifted the lid of the coffin as Jack lost his last layer and sucked in a harsh breath as he touched the silky red interior, his cock twitching in appreciation of the cool silk as he settled himself inside.
'You are one kinky bastard Ianto Jones' Jack almost purred as he looked down at him
'Get in and find out for yourself' the Welshman grinned and watched as his lover climbed carefully in beside him, closing the lid.
They lay side by side in the ultimate darkness, then turning carefully, their lips met and tongues did battle. Ianto's tongue searching Jack's mouth, Jack's tongue searching his soul. He tasted of coffee and cotton and whiskey and blood. There was a certain hot sweetness to his taste, and Ianto quickly lost himself in sensation. Following some difficult shifting around and battered elbows, Jack's firm willing body now lay beneath him, tall and broad but fitting perfectly inside their private tomb. He and Ianto. Together.
'God, I wanna taste you' Jack panted in the dark heat, each word hitting Ianto's skin in their forced closeness 'I wanna to taste you here' he continued, grabbing Ianto's erection.
'There's no room for that Jack' the Welshman breathed back, his mind hazy and clouded by the warmth.
His cock throbbed beneath the Captain's hand and he wanted desperately to feel everything Jack had to offer, but they were confined inside the wooden box. There was no room for switching positions, nowhere to stretch let alone arrange themselves for optimum shagging. Suddenly Ianto felt claustrophobic but in the best way he could have imagined. Jack's body so close, his breath surrounding him. The sounds of their lips and tongues and hands and fingers. So tight. Everything so tight inside this...
'Open the lid' the Captain stated, starting to twist and contort 'I'll sixty-'
'No!' Ianto demanded. Broken from his sensations he grabbed Jack's throat and stalled his movements 'My fantasy, so we're doing this my way'
Jack nodded.
Ianto squeezed his throat tighter, harsher.
'Oh fuck' the older man growled, tossing his head back into the silk lining.
He began to stroke the Welshman's cock faster, lubing it up with the pre-cum that was oozing from the head.
'Fuck me' he demanded into Ianto's open mouth, spreading his legs as much as he could.
It was more difficult than fantasies allow for and took four attempts before Ianto could comply with his Captain's order. Eventually, panting from effort and dripping sweat in the heat; Ianto pushed his cock into Jack's tight hole. He was tired from getting this far and the feel of Jack pinned beneath him made it certain that he would not last long, so he stilled himself and reached for the older man's cock. Drawing a finger over the head and coating it in pre-cum, he brought it back to his mouth and sucked it clean
'You taste bloody amazing' Ianto breathed and leant down to kiss his lover.
He pushed his tongue into the waiting mouth, giving Jack a taste of himself. Jack moaned and shifted slightly beneath him, sucking his tongue as if it were his thick cock.
Ianto began to move, thrusting gently and awkwardly into Jack at first but quickly finding his position and rhythm. He had wanted this to be fast and rough but there were obvious space limitations and thrusting was difficult like this...trapped inside a coffin.
'Fuck' he hissed, his hips driving forward and forcing his erection deeper 'So bloody tight'
'So very wrong ' Jack countered, licking up his smooth jaw line '...and kinky'
Ianto moaned and started to fuck him harder to the point where their bodies slapped together in sweaty wetness. The steady rhythm was almost hypnotic especially in the heavy darkness where all was silent but for their panting and the repetitive slap, slap, slap. A growl escaped the Welshman's throat and he pulled their bodies even tighter together, his frantic hands grasping for Jack's cock. The Captain gasped in the hot thick air and forced his body up to slam together with his lover rougher, harder, louder. Everything inside the dark encasement was now so loud, so surreal yet more real than ever - they could hear and feel their every movement and breath.
'Ahh Shit!' he panted, his hands digging into Jack's hips 'I'm close!'
Marks would be there tomorrow. Jack would be marked with scratches and bruises. Fuck, Ianto thought, he was enjoying this kinky roughness.
'Cum for me Ianto,' the Captain urged, kissing his neck sensually 'Cum deep and hard'
Ianto's short manicured nails dug into Jack's shoulders, a little blood popping out onto his fingertips as Jack shrieked in pain.
'Ow fuck Ianto!' he cried 'What the hell?'
'Did I say you tasted amazing?' the Welshman asked and brought Jack's hand to his mouth so that the writhing man could feel Ianto sucking the blood from his fingers. That action was enough to drive Jack over the edge, and within seconds he was panting 'Ahh....Ianto....fuck-me!' as he came hard over the Welshman's fist.
The harsh and sudden contractions deep within Jack tore Ianto's orgasm from him, the power of his ejaculation leaving him gasping for breath in the suffocating heat.
'Fuck...whoa...Jack' the Welshman gasped.
He relaxed his weight onto his helpless lover, pinned under his slick body and slipping from Jack he felt the cool silk against his wet cock. The red silk would definitely be stained he thought with a smile. How deliciously perfect it was to feel this controlling yet out of control.
Ianto rolled over and kissed Jack slowly and deeply now. The taste of coffee was again central but the Welshman was certain that the tang of Jack's blood was still there. Pulling back he lay panting beside his silent lover
'You OK?' he asked tentatively, stroking Jack's arm with the back of his hand
'Oh yeah!' came the chuckled reply 'but uhh...'
'What?'
'Well...' Jack rolled over nose to nose 'that was a first, and I don't get many of those these days'
Ianto smiled in the darkness 'Thanks'
He opened the lid of the coffin, climbed out, and left Jack there. The cool air hit them both in a sudden wave, their breaths drawing in over-due oxygen. He located his boxers and was slipping into his shirt when Jack called him.
'Ianto?'
'Yes?'
'You do realise that I know you have a kinky side now ?'
'Yes Jack' he grinned, concentrating on his buttoned cuffs
'Well....I'm gonna want to explore that' Jack laughed 'a lot more!'
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