kollo_rpg | Summer 20 | Action

“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.

Jack has no intention of trying to bring him down just yet, not until after he's been inside him and they've both come. For now, he's just trying to keep him grounded long enough to stop him flying apart while he preps his ass - which he's doing as quickly and efficiently as he can, because he doesn't want Ianto to start to crash while he's waiting for the next part.

He murmurs soft words of praise and affection to him as he works one, then two and finally three fingers inside him, his other hand still moving comfortingly over his upper back and neck and hair, until at last he decides Ianto's stretched enough. He pulls his fingers out and gives him a very light tap on his now purple ass.

"Up now," he says gently. "Elbows and knees, please, if you're steady enough."

And he'll be watching Ianto very carefully to make sure that he is even as he slithers out from under him and opens his pants, hissing in relief as his cock is finally released.

He needs that reassurance and those words because he’s so strung out and on edge just now he can focus on little else. He lets out a soft grunt of discomfort as each new finger is added, breathing deeply as his sensitive skin screams in protest.

He can’t form words to respond to the instructions but nods to let Jack know he can manage it and shakily raises himself up on his hands and knees, hissing as his body protests. It feels so good and he moans in anticipation as Jack prepares himself, achingly open and ready.

He watches Ianto move, reassured that even if he's gone non-verbal for the moment he's steady enough physically. He grins a bit at all the hissing and moaning, and slicks up his cock with plenty of lube before shuffling in behind Ianto.

"Oh my," he says in awe as he finally takes in the full extent of the effect he's had on Ianto's ass, from right behind it. "You look amazing," he says warmly, and gets one hand on Ianto's hip to steady him while the other lines his cock up and starts to press inside - as gently as he can, though he's sure it won't feel at all gentle to Ianto.

No, it doesn’t feel gentle at all, not after the beating he’s taken. But after all that’s the whole point and this is his favorite part of it all. He sobs for breath as Jack pushes inexorably inside him, unable to keep his body from tensing up which just makes things more painful. He loves it, loves knowing he’s entirely under Jack’s control. He can’t help but imagine how hot and tight it must be, what that must feel like to him and he thrusts back into it involuntarily, making another needy, desperate sound as he does.

He talks Ianto through it again, soft words of praise and encouragement as he slowly works his way inside, telling him how incredibly tight he feels, how good he's being, how much he's missed this. Once he's far enough inside that he doesn't need a hand on his cock, he gets that hand on Ianto's other hip and smooths his hands up and down Ianto's sides, to give him a different sensation to focus on to distract from the discomfort, and generally just trying to comfort and steady him.

And then he's all the way in and he stays there for a long moment, breathing and telling Ianto to breathe, before he finally starts to move, slowly at first and then gathering pace, feeling his movements pull on Ianto's hot, tight skin and knowing Ianto will be feeling it a thousandfold.

He focuses on Jack’s words and following his instructions, feeling as though he might not remember to breathe if he didn’t have him here telling him what to do. The touch of his hands is so warm and comforting but he doesn’t want to be grounded any more than he has to and is perfectly happy to lose himself in this.

He sobs as Jack starts to move, hands clenching in useless fists against the sand. Each thrust is agony but it’s offset by an explosion of pleasure and the two sensations blend together perfectly to keep him on edge. He won’t last long like this and he’s perfectly fine with that. All he wants to do right now is feel.

This really isn't going to take long for either of them. Jack's as hard as can be, considering he's had very little physical stimulation until the last few minutes, all from watching and hearing and feeling what he's been doing to Ianto. And Ianto, well, yeah - he doesn't want to string this out too long for Ianto's sake.

After a minute, he settles one hand on Ianto's hip again and curls the other beneath him to wrap firmly around his hard, hard erection.

"Come for me, Ianto," he pants, jacking his cock mercilessly. "Let it all out, for me."

Ianto’s whole body feels like it’s on fire, as if he’s been entirely overtaken by what’s happening until there’s nothing left. Every thrust Jack makes is delicious agony and he rocks back eagerly to meet each one, gasping was he does.

It’s the permission that really does him in, more than the hand on his cock or Jack’s increasingly powerful thrusts. Jack is the one deciding when he gets to come, ordering him to even and he does, clenching down on him and crying out as his orgasm rocks through him.

He's done this sort of thing with a lot of different people over the years, but there's still something special about doing it with Ianto. Watching him - feeling him - come apart beneath and around him just from his order to do so, so completely and without inhibition. So trusting. And with those strong, tight muscles clamping down on him so hard he can barely move, what else is there for him to do but come along with him, shouting out his release as he shudders and pulses and holds onto Ianto for dear life.

Even in the midst of it, though, he has the presence of mind to hold Ianto up, because neither of them are going to like the results if he ends up collapsing onto the sand on his front!

It’s the opposite for Ianto - Jack is the only one he’s every done this sort of thing with. His dynamic with Spike is different, though still something he loves but they don’t play these sorts of games and if he’s honest he prefers it that way. He likes keeping these things separate between the three of them. And the fact that he can trust Jack with this has always been important.

It’s juts as well he’s supporting him because It’s all that keeps Ianto from collapsing. He’s already got a fair amount of sand on him at this point but he’s far past being able to notice or care. He shakily pushes himself up on his hands just long enough to turn and slump back against Jack’s chest, covered in sweat and sand and bruises and utterly happy about it.

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