kollo_rpg | Summer 20 | Action

Ianto sits back very reluctantly as Jack returns to his seat and begins rowing them into the more sheltered area of the cove. Of course he recognizes it for what it is but he really doesn’t want today to be about unhappy memories. They’ve had enough of those lately, and frankly they could both use a distraction.

And when it comes to distractions, well, he can think of one or two. Meeting Jack’s eyes with one of those mischievous smirks of his he leans back more comfortably, one of his hands reaching down between his own thighs to slide down the zipper of his jeans and reach inside. He’s already half hard from all the kissing and doesn’t bother fighting back a little sound of pleasure as he begins to stroke himself. Might as well give Jack a show while he works.

Luckily, however close they are to the location of those less happy memories geographically, physically that spot is way up the cliff and out of sight right now. Instead, they're pulling in to what really is a very tiny cove at the base of the cliff, no more than a little triangle of sand, just big enough for the boat and the two of them.

And, oh, but he keeps forgetting that Ianto is just as much of a tease as he is. He watches, dry-mouthed, as Ianto unzips and pulls out his cock, and rows harder, putting his back into it to get them to dry land so that he can do something about the way his own cock is starting to strain against his still-damp trousers.

The boat bumps against the sand and he jumps out into the water to pull it up onto the little beach, then offers a hand to Ianto to help him out. "Sorry, you'll have to get your feet wet," he says, not looking that sorry at all because, hey, already got chucked into the sea!

Ianto leans back, eyes half closed as his hand lazily strokes his cock while he watches the muscles of Jsck’s arms flex and ripple beneath his damp shirt as he rows, and the way he hands grip and shift on the oars. He has the distinctly pleased look of a cat whose gotten into the cream with all this, eyes dark and aroused by the visible effect of what he’s doing is having on Jack.

He removes his hand as the boat reaches the shore, not bothering to tuck himself away or fasten his jeans. The water is cool and refreshing as it seeps in through his shoes and he accepts Jack’s help primarily so he can press against him once they reach the sand, hard against his thigh as his mouth goes right back to work nibbling on his jaw and ear.

He likes that look on Ianto, all hot and pleased with himself, feeling Ianto's eyes on him as he rows, and working a little harder just to give him something more to appreciate.

He also likes the way Ianto doesn't bother making himself decent to get out of the boat, and the feel of Ianto's hand in his - and definitely the feel of Ianto pressing up against him, heedless of the water, and Ianto's mouth on his jaw once more.

He makes a soft sound of want, head tipping back to allow Ianto's lips better access, even as he tugs him further up the tiny beach, getting him out of the water before he lets himself fall down onto the sloping sand, pulling Ianto down with him. Funny how even after all these years there are still times when he just can't seem to wait, and this is one of them, as he pulls Ianto down into an urgent kiss, hands snaking round his back and doing his best to push his jeans down further, to get at that lovely firm ass.

None of this would work if Ianto didn’t still find Jack althogether irresistible. It helps that he’s been gone so long, that they’ve really only had one time back together and it was so emotional an intense. After that he just wants something like this, as simple and straightforward as just fooling around together.

He makes a dirty, greedy sound as Jack gives his better access to his throat, grinding shamelessly against his thigh as he’s steered further up the beach. It’s easier once the jeans are down and he kicked his wet shoes and socks off carelessly so he can wriggle out of them completely, letting Jack really get his hands into it.

Yes, there's a definite element here, still, of making up for lost time, of realising how much they've missed each other. (Or at least of Jack realising; Ianto probably never stopped.) He groans at the greedy sounds Ianto's making and makes some more of his own as Ianto gets rid of jeans, shoes and socks with a proficiency that he would be proud of and which demonstrates just how much practice Ianto's had at stripping off during the last few years with Spike!

His own trousers are still sticking to him damply and may take a little more effort but he's not even bothering with them just yet, instead making the most of Ianto's semi-nudity to get his hands on Ianto's ass, pulling him down on top of him on the sand, still kissing him hard.

They're going to get sand everywhere but right now he can't find it in him to care.

Oh, he stopped but only because after awhile he made himself forget, got used to it being just him and Spike and convinced himself he didn’t need Jack. Of course that also means he forgot other things like how good the warmth of his skin feels beneath his hands - so alive compared to a vampire - or how to cope with those irresistible pheromones that are currently driving him wild.

He tugs his shirt over his head and tosses it to the side before Jack gets his hands right back where Ianto wants them and pulls him down on top of him. He straddles him, loving the contrast of being fully naked while Jack has yet to remove a single article of clothing and kisses him back, fingers knotting in the damp cloth of his shirt. Who cares about a little sand compared to this?

It's a rare enough occurrence for Ianto to be the first one naked, and Jack makes the most of it, hands exploring the expanse of his back and shoulders before heading back to his ass, groping greedily as he pushes up into the kiss. And then, remembering the reason for some of those other rare occasions when Ianto was the first one naked, he grins a bit, nipping lightly at Ianto's lips as he kneads into his ass.

"You know, before we get too carried away, I really think there ought to be some kind of consequences for you chucking me into the sea earlier," he remarks suggestively

Nails scraping suggestively across the meat of Ianto's ass, and then accenting it with a sharp little slap.

Ianto huffs I’m annoyed impatience as Jack slows down and starts talking, a part of him tempted to tell him to just hurry up and fuck him already and stop wasting time with silly things like words. Of course then the meaning of those words catches up with him along with the sharp scratching of those nails and Jack suddenly has his full and undivided attention.

They’ve had plenty of time to play around with this sort of thing over the course of five years, plenty of time for them both to take on different roles and try out new situations, to find out exactly the sorts of things they both love doing to each other. He’ll likely never be comfortable being fully restrained, having control completely taken away from him but given some of the things he’s been through who can blame him? Aside from that though, well as far as the word consequences goes there really aren’t any limits. If Jack wants to dole out some sort of punishment they both know how much he’s into the idea.

“I suppose there rather ought to be,” There’s all the permission in the world in that sentence, as if the needy moan that little slap earns wasn’t already enough.

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He chuckles a bit when Ianto suddenly goes still and attentive. He knew that would pique his interest. And it may have been a while, but it's gratifying to know that he can still get that sort of reaction from his lover.

He scratches his nails over Ianto's other cheek, just for the symmetry, and then slaps him to make him lift up so he can sit up. "Right, then. Just let me move back a little way--" so he can lean back in relative comfort against the cliff "--and then get yourself over my lap so I can deliver some consequences!"

Ianto makes an appreciative hiss as the nails leave welts across his skin, moving off him as requested. He’s too into this to point out what a terrible place the beach is for all this. Then again, they’ve certainly done more in worse places. And if he ends up with an annoying amount of sand to clean off himself later, well, that’s just an excuse to turn the tables and pay Jack back with some punishment of his own in the future.

He waits until he has his back against the smooth, worn rock of the cliff before repositioning himself as instructed, flashing him the briefest smile as he does, the one that betrays how much he’s missed this.

Whether this could be called a better or worse place than, say, the greenhouse or the filing room in the Hub is a matter for debate, but not one that Jack's going to get int right this moment. As for the sand, at least he is still fully dressed, and Ianto is now maneuvering himself on top of his trousered legs, so neither of them is actually going to get sand anywhere particularly inconvenient just yet.

He catches that quick grin of Ianto's and returns it with one of his own, then gets his hands on him, adjusting him into position with a few little nudges and, of course, slaps, just to get him going. Then he looks down at him and lets out a breath, hands smoothing up and down the length of his back and thighs as far as he can reach.

"Fuck, you look hot like this."

That comment gets another look, one oddly innocent given the circumstances but it’s one of simple love and happiness, nothing more complicated than that. He loves Jack, loves the intimacy of this moment more than anything else and he glances away almost sheepishly, trying to focus once more on what they’re up to.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll let you do anything you want to me.” He would anyway but it feels important to say, especially as they’re still reconnecting, still figuring out where they both stand with each other.

That look catches at his heart and he can't help but give Ianto a rather soppy smile back. His left hand slides up to ruffle affectionately through Ianto's hair as he turns his head away. "I know," he says softly, happily, letting his hand settle down between Ianto's shoulder blades, while his right traces light patterns over the ass so deliciously presented to him.

"Safeword still the same?" he asks, because he's never not going to, and especially when it's been so long since the last time.

Ianto tilts his head gently into that hand for a moment, just enjoying the closeness, the contact. He has no doubt what’s to come will be amazing but it’s nice to have that simple closensss for now.

He nods. Myfanwy may be long gone but her memory certainly lives on in odd ways. “As I said, you can do anything you want to me.” He’s still achingly hard and clearly up for whatever Jack has in mind.

Myfanwy will never be forgotten. Jack has a long memory, and he's going to live forever.

Hell, Ianto will live a good long time too, with any luck, if all goes according to plan. Myfanwy's memory will live on.

He shakes his head with a little smile as his hand gets to work kneading and groping, warming him up. "You know all I want to do is make you feel fantastic," he says, getting his nails involved again, dragging them across yielding skin and then back again, harder.

Ianto arches back under the scrape of those nails, still painfully hard against Jack’s legs. The sharp scratch of them after the warm pressure of his hands just arouses him more and he can’t help but grind impatiently against his thighs, begging for it. “Do it, then. Please, Jack!”

"God, I'd forgotten how pushy you are!" he chuckles, but really, how could he resist giving Ianto what he wants? He scrapes his nails across once more, pretty damn hard, and then steadies his hand across both cheeks, leaves it lying there for a long moment to build anticipation, and then lifts it and brings it down again with a resounding smack.

“I’m efficient,” Ianto corrects as primly as he can, given the circumstances. The effect is somewhat spoiled by the greedy whine he makes as Jack runs his nails over his skin once more, hard enough to leave welts tingling on his skin. It turns into a lust filled moan as Jack finally gives him what he wants in the form of a stinging blow across his ass. The skin is already on edge from all the rubbing and scratching which only magnifies the sensation, making him want more, harder, now.

He shakes his head, grinning. "Uh-uh. Pushy." Hey, he's a pushy sub himself; he knows one when he sees one!

But as soon as he starts spanking, he can see Ianto already start to melt. He delivers half a dozen good hard strikes, knowing he can hit Ianto a lot harder than he did when they were just starting out on this together - but at the same time very aware that it's been a while and Spike doesn't play in the same way, so he needs to keep his head.

He watches Ianto's cheeks pink up beautifully (forbidding himself to wonder whether they'll colour like that once he's been turned, because this is too much fun to be thinking dark thoughts) and pauses, rubbing over the heated skin with the equally heated palm of his hand. "Mmm, gorgeous."

Now there’s a perfect description of him if there ever was one. He knows Jack loves it.

He’s already sinking down under the initial onslaught of Jack’s hand. It’s true, he can take much more than when they started out and they’ve certainly experimented with all sorts of delightful toys in that time too. But what’s equally true is that it has been awhile since he’s done this sort of thing. It’s become an important part of his dynamic with Jack but it will never be something he shares with Spike for a variety of reasons. He’s fine with that, and it honestly feels good to have something so separate with them both. While that does mean it’s been some time since he’s enjoyed something like this it also means he didn’t realize how desperate he’s become for it. Each strike draws more of those needy, horny sounds from him and he’s left twitching and rubbing back against that hand as Jack pauses.

“Stop holding back, Jack, please!” Barely coherent through the way he’s panting with desire for this.

"Oh yeah - really, really pushy!" he declares, and deliberately leaves it a minute longer, just to make Ianto squirm and show him who's boss. Well, okay, they take turns at that, but it's him at the moment, that's the important thing!

Then, because he is in charge just at this minute and it's his decision to make, he decides that's long enough waiting and starts in on him again, a lot more strikes, spreading over ass and thighs and getting steadily harder and harder until his hand is throbbing and he has to rest it for a bit. He lays it down on Ianto's legs below where he's been hitting, the skin blessedly cool against his hot palm, and brings his other hand down to stroke tenderly over the inflamed skin.

That pause is what he needs even if he hadn’t realized it. It puts Jack firmly in control of him, takes this from just being a bit of fun and adrenaline to something far more intense and personal. He’s still restless beneath that hand but there’s a different air to it now, and by the time Jack does start to move again it’s clear he’s sunken fully under into this. It’s about letting Jack have control now, more than the pain or arousal.

It makes his escalation when he does start those strikes back up again so much more than just the stinging slaps against his skin. It’s about Jack deciding what he gets and how much of it and that’s enough to take him away completely, coming more undone with each blow. They’re isolated and the sound of the waves is loud enough to cover the way he’s practically screaming under the steam of blows, skin becoming more red and raw with each impact. By the time he slows down Ianto is sobbing for breath, normal impeccable composure completely gone. Everything in his world has been replaced by Jack and he’s desperate for him, longing to be fucked.

He really loves how easy this is for Ianto nowadays, how he just takes it in his stride and lets himself sink down the moment Jack makes it clear he's assuming control. It's beautiful to watch, and something that in their early days, when Ianto was so very particular about never ever losing control, he never thought he'd get to see. That makes it even more wonderful.

He smiles as he watches the waves of pain and endorphins wash through Ianto in time with the waves lapping at the shore just a few feet away, and strokes his back soothingly as he sobs.

"Want some more?" he asks gently, because he will give more if asked, though not a lot, given how Ianto's reacting. "Or do you just want to get fucked?"

Surrendering control and letting down those walls of composure he keeps up around himself at all times is a big thing for Ianto, and a big turn on for them both. It’s true, he would never have dream of leaving himself so emotionally and physically exposed to Jack in their early days together.

He swallows hard as he tries to formulate an answer, voice hoarse and dry with arousal and exertion. “I want whatever you want to give me.” He can take more - as sore and red as his skin already is it feels like they’ve barely begun, especially since they know how much further they can go. It’s another aspect of giving control over to Jack, letting him be the one to decide how much Ianto gets before taking him.

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