Title: Wildfire
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Ianto Jones/Tenth Doctor
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Table: 30_sex_scenes
Prompt: 16, Spreader bars
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own Ianto Jones or the Tenth Doctor. Please do not sue.***
"Ianto, don't you think that looks a little .... well, wide?" the Doctor inquired, staring at the spreader bar that Ianto held as he sat down on the bed. "I'm not sure my legs will actually spread that wide. And I don't want to pull any muscles!"
"You won't, love," Ianto reassured him with a smile. "They're adjustable. I'm not going to set them at the widest point the first time, so don't worry. I just don't want you to be able to close your legs. Besides, it's fun to be able to play around with bondage toys."
The Doctor nodded, but Ianto could sense the Time Lord's hesitation. Putting the bar down, the took the other man into his arms, a frown furrowing his brow. "What's the matter, Doctor? Would you rather not try this? We don't have to if you don't want to, you know."
The Time Lord shook his head slowly, letting out a sigh. "No, Ianto, I trust you," he said softly, taking a deep breath and looking squarely at his lover. "I know you want to do this, so I don't mind trying it. It just .... reminds me a bit of the Master, that's all."
"If this reminds you of him, then I'm going near it," Ianto declared, standing up abruptly and reaching for the spreader bar. But to his surprise, the Doctor put out a hand and kept him from throwing the bar to the other side of the room, shaking his head.
"I need to learn to get past the things he's done to me," he whispered, looking down at the spreader bar in his hands. "If I don't, then he'll have won, Ianto. And I can't let him win. Above all, I can't let him know that he might have damaged me in some way. In any way."
"He hasn't damaged you, love." Ianto's voice was soft as he spoke, he reached out a hand to smooth back the Doctor's hair, smiling at his lover. "Let me prove it to you, sweetheart. You're not damaged -- you're a strong, vital, sensual man. He hasn't touched that part of you."
The Doctor nodded, lying down and stretching out on the bed. "Do whatever you want to me, Ianto," he said softly, not taking his gaze from his lover's face. "I trust you. Completely. I know you'd never do anything to hurt me, or do anything I didn't consent to."
"I'd never do that, Doctor." Ianto bent down to press a gentle kiss to the Doctor's lips, continuing to move his mouth down that slender body stretched out under him. He kissed his way down the Doctor's body, down to his chest, over his stomach, down one velvety inner thigh.
It didn't take him long to spread the Doctor's legs and buckle one cuff of the spreader bar around his ankle; once he'd done that, he slowly rolled the Time Lord over onto his stomach, bending down to press a kiss to each firm, rounded ass cheek before he extended the bar and cuffed the other ankle.
The Doctor squirmed slightly, but he didn't protest having his legs spread wide. Ianto reached for the lube on the beside table, his heart starting to pound rapidly in his chest at the sight of the Doctor spread out before him, like a feast waiting to be devoured.
He slipped first one lubed finger, then a second, inside the other man, probing gently, taking deep breaths and trying to steady the pounding of his heart. He wanted to be inside the Doctor, but he was going to take his time and make sure that his lover was properly prepared first.
After what seemed like a long time but was in actuality only a few minutes, Ianto slid his fingers out of the Time Lord and lifted the other man to his knees, positioning himself behind the Doctor and wrapping one arm carefully around his waist. "Ready, love?" he breathed, his voice barely a whisper.
The Doctor didn't answer with words, only a nod -- and at that assent, Ianto pushed his hips forward, sliding into the Doctor in one quick, smooth thrust, gasping as he entered the velvety tightness of the Doctor's body that always seemed to welcome him in.
No one else had ever fit him this perfectly, Ianto thought dazedly as he thrust into the Time Lord. No one else had been made for him in the way that the Doctor was -- even though they had been born centuries apart, on two different planets.
This man was part of him, his destiny, the other half of his soul. This man had always been meant for him, from the moment of his birth. It didn't matter that Ianto hadn't come into existence until centuries later -- the Doctor had always been intended for him. They belonged together.
How could anyone be such a perfect fit for him? It didn't seem possible for two souls to connect in the way that they did whenever they made love, or merely looked into each other's eyes. Ianto had never thought that he would find anyone like the Doctor, if he searched for all of his life.
And now, thanks to their last encounter with the Master -- even though the renegade Time Lord hadn't actually shown himself to them -- they had all of eternity to be together. He would never have to bid this incredible pleasure farewell. Never.
Moving his hand to the front of the Doctor's body, he curled his fingers around the other man's cock, stroking in rhythm with his thrusts. He dimly heard the Time Lord gasp, felt his lover's muscles tighten and his hips jerk forward before he settled into their rhythm again.
Ianto could feel his own heart pounding in his chest, his body spiraling upwards towards a crest that would come all too soon. He knew that it was only a matter of minutes before he would reach that peak and then begin the descent back to the ground.
Making love to the Doctor was intoxicating, Ianto thought as he buried his face in the crook of the Time Lord's neck, pressing kisses against the other man's skin. The sensation of being inside this man was like wildfire, rushing through his body, igniting his senses.
Every nerve, every fiber of his being was on fire; every part of him was attuned to the rhythms of the Time Lord's body. The two of them were truly one, joined and melded, even their breathing united, becoming so much a part of each other that they were almost one entity.
His orgasm came more quickly than he'd expected it to, so quickly that Ianto gasped at its suddenness and ferocity. His hand tightened on the Doctor's cock; he felt the Time Lord's release only a few moments after his own, heard the other man's own soft cry.
He leaned back, wrapping both arms around the Doctor's slim waist as they both floated back to the ground from the dizzying heights they'd soared to. Bowing his head, he pressed kisses against the Time Lord's shoulder, then his throat, finally whispering in his ear.
"I hope that didn't remind you of the Master." He immediately wanted to bite his tongue; that wasn't exactly the best thing to say to the Doctor after they'd just made love. "I'm sorry, love. I don't know why I said that. I should learn to keep my big mouth shut."
But the Doctor only shook his head, sagging back into Ianto's arms. "No, sweetheart, it's all right. And no, that didn't remind me of him at all. He would have tried to inflict as much pain as possible on me. With you, there's only pleasure. And closeness. And love."
"That's as it should be," Ianto murmured, pressing one last kiss against the Doctor's shoulder before slowly pulling out of the other man, then moving to unbuckle the ankle cuffs that held his legs apart. The Time Lord breathed a sigh of relief, rolling over onto his back and stretching out.
"It feels good to not have my legs forced open," he said, sitting up and reaching down to chafe one ankle. "No, it didn't hurt," he added quickly, as if in answer to the question that Ianto hadn't yet voiced. "But it's a bit uncomfortable after a while."
Ianto pushed the bar off the bed; it landed on the floor with a clatter as he turned back to the Doctor. The young man moved to settle himself against the pillows, pulling the Time Lord down next to him and letting his lover snuggle into his embrace.
"We don't have to use the spreader bars again if you don't want to," Ianto told him softly, feeling a little guilty that he may have talked the Doctor into doing something he hadn't really wanted to try. "But at least now you can say that you've gotten yourself past that fear."
"Ah, but I was never afraid of the bars," the Doctor corrected him. "I was nervous about what the Master had forced me into. There's a difference, Ianto. It wasn't a fear. It was an uneasiness, a memory that was brought back to me."
Ianto nodded, raising a hand to stroke the Doctor's hair back from his face. "Well, I'm glad that the memory isn't so frightening for you now, love. And I hope that we'll be able to experiment with that particular thing again -- but I'll be sure to take it slowly."
"That's all I ask," the Doctor told him, sighing in contentment as he was drawn into Ianto's embrace, resting his head against his lover's chest. "I think I could quite enjoy bondage, as long as you take it all slowly and don't try to force anything. It could be fun."
"I think it will be," Ianto whispered, his heart leaping at the Doctor's words. He knew just what he wanted to try next, and he hoped that the Time Lord would be open and receptive to his ideas. He was fairly sure that their next foray into playing with sex toys would be very interesting indeed.***
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