Title: Sweet Release
By: Potterfan89
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: AO
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, I just like borrowing them for my own perverted amusement
Summary: It's short, it's slash, it's slightly fluffy, it's Jack/Ianto. Need I say more?

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He took the younger man into his mouth and watched in satisfaction as the body rose up off the bed. Ianto moaned as Jack's mouth took him whole. Jack seemed to be everywhere at once. One hand was moving up his torso to tweak his nipples then back down to his hip to repeat the process. The other was tentatively teasing his entrance. And his wet yet warm tongue was currently teasing him into oblivion. Ianto was moaning and withering, completely yielding to Jacks power. He felt the familiar pull from his stomach; he was so close to his sweet release. Jack pulls away from the pulsing member before him, Ianto groans at the loss, he had been so close to release, so close to coherent thought, so close to sanity.

Ianto feels Jack rise off his body, he groans again, but stops when he hears the familiar sound of the bedside drawer opening. Jack comes back and Ianto wraps his legs around the American's waist. Jack slicks his fingers and starts to prepare Ianto… slowly. Ianto was groaning at the teasing, but then arched and the groans of protest turn into moans of pleasure as Jack hits his hidden bundle of nerves. Jack made sure to hit the bundle at random moments, and it wasn't long until Ianto was twitching in pleasure.

Once Ianto was prepared, Jack positioned his slicked, protected member at Ianto's opening. He stayed stationary for a moment until Ianto screamed 'Fucking Jack, DO something!' that was all the motivation Jack needed, he thrust himself in deep. They both called out each others name, and they set up a rhythm. Jack reached his hand around and started to stoke Ianto in time with his thrusts. Ianto clenched himself around Jack as he finally found his release, Jack was right behind him.

Jack collapsed onto the younger man, both trying to slow down their breathing. Jack pulled himself out of Ianto then moved the younger man in so that Ianto's head was on his chest and their legs were entwined together. Ianto felt sleep transport him. And when Jack knew that Ianto was sleeping soundly, he whispered the words he knew he could never tell him in the waking world.

'I love you'

Fin