kollo_rpg | Summer 20 | Action

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.

To be fair, while his physical wellbeing would probably have been in good hands, leaving himself emotionally open to Jack in their early days would probably not have been a good idea. He understands so much more nowadays about how Ianto works, the parts that are similar to him and the parts that are not.

Which is why he's happy to give him a little more even without the demand to do so any more, though it's really not going to be that much, because his hand won't take much more and, okay, he has his belt, but he doesn't want to turn this into some big, serious scene. He came up with the spanking as a way of connecting and having a bit of fun for both of them without the desperate neediness of their last time together, and he doesn't want to go any further than that. There's plenty of time while they're here to do something more intense later, if they decide they want to.

So he smiles lovingly down at Ianto and rubs his hand lightly over his reddened ass (partially for sensation, partly assessing). "All right," he says warmly. "A little more, just to make sure you're going to feel it for a day or too - and to give Spike something to enjoy. And then I'm going to put you on your hands and knees and feel that heat against me while I fuck you."

With which he stops rubbing and starts hitting again, steady, and not too hard on top of the bruises that are already there.

In a way the distance plays into it, too. Their relationship itself feels more casual, less serious than it once did. It makes things like this easier and more enjoyable because their relationship feels like the kind where they play this sort of game now. It’s no longer intense emotions or drama at every turn despite the past few days and in a way that makes this more comfortable for Ianto. It feels safer to let his guard down like this.

He nods in an eager daze as Jack informs him of what’s coming, whimpering a bit at the mention of Spike because they all know what a kink it is for him to have them leave marks for each other to play with on his body. The hand feels good, relaxing as it runs over his abused skin but he knows it’s just a false sense of security. It’s impossible not to be lulled into it though, to relax utterly under that touch and the warm tone of his voice.

It makes the blows feel like they’re radiating through his whole body when they start back up again, even if they are lighter than they were. He can barely find his voice to growl out the word, “Harder!” but he somehow does. He wants him to do this properly, make him really feel it before he finishes.

Yes, in some weird way, the fact that their relationship has more or less slipped down a notch or two is rather freeing, allowing them to indulge in fun like this without it getting too intense. Or at least, intense only the context of the scene, without that running through to their relationship as a whole? Perhaps something to do with expectations being lower?

He grins down at Ianto when he growls out his demand in that oh-so-sexy voice, and immediately stops spanking him again, just resting his hand on Ianto's hot ass, rubbing lightly.

"Uh-uh. Anything I want, remember? Stop being so demanding and let me do what I want to do."

Which doesn't mean he's not going to go harder for the last few strikes, because he loves Ianto and wants to give him what he wants, but he's damn well going to do it on his terms!

“Yes, sir.” He responds, obediently falling as still and quiet as he can just now. It’s been so long since he’s called him that but it slips out automatically. He hadn’t realized how much he’s missed it, how hot it can be at moments like this. But it’s another one of those little things that puts him under Jack’s control, leaves what happens next entirely up to him. He’s don’t begging or demanding - he doesn’t think he could do anything beyond whatever Jack insists on just now.

That simple little word is exactly what he needed to push him over the edge for those final few slaps. He’s utterly gone, completely surrendered to this to the point where there’s nothing in his world but Jack - the heat of his body, the stinging warmth of his hand on his red and abused flesh, the way each blow seems to echo through his entire body until he can’t even cry out, can only sob for air and release under the barrage of strikes.

Oh, now that's nice. Warmth floods through him as Ianto calls him sir, bringing back so many memories of past couplings over the years, and more general moments, moments they've shared.

It's yet another thing he hadn't realised how much he'd missed.

"Good boy," he murmurs, with great warmth and affection, and strokes his hand up Ianto's back to the nape of his neck and then back down to between his shoulder blades, not holding him down - he doesn't need to - just reassuringly there.

"Last five strikes, now," he warns him, and brings his hand down, hard enough that it makes him gasp, and then again and again, feeling the shockwaves ring through Ianto and into him. Then he lays his hand down at last, gently, stroking Ianto's back soothingly.

Ianto shudders as Jack gently strokes his neck and back, so gentle compared to what he’s done. The skin of his hand is hot from the impacts against Ianto’s body and that tone of his voice is so warm and gentle it takes his breath away. He nods shakily as Jack lostsbout the number of strokes to go, tense and electric with anticipation.

It’s almost too much, almost enough to make him come just from the tension and sensation alone as those last five impacts rock through his body, making him shake and sob and scream Jack’s name.

He loves seeing Ianto like this, laid open and so receptive - it makes giving him pain and pleasure alike such a treat.

As soon as the impact from the final strike has rocked through him, he gets both his hands on him again, on the parts he hasn't been hitting, stroking and soothing him through the aftershocks, knowing just how intense that will have felt.

"Oh, you are such a good boy, taking all that for me," he murmurs, low and gentle, as he slides his right hand away and into his pocket for a sachet of lube. He doesn't want to keep Ianto waiting to get fucked, not when he's so keyed up. It's the work of moments to tear the packet open with his teeth and squeeze its contents onto his fingers and slide them comfortingly down Ianto's crack to tease at his opening and then slip one inside him.

He needs those calming hands because intense is the only word for it. He isn’t coming down from this high of this yet but they ground him, help keep him anchored which he needs in this moment.

The line feels I’ve cold against his inflamed skin and he gasps in shock and discomfort at the intrusion of that finger. He knows what’s coming, knows how what Jack has done to him will only magnify the sensations and he shudders in anticipation, eager for more.

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