kollo_rpg | Summer 20 | Action

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.

He is so glad that Ianto eventually came to understand and empathise with all his speeches about different partners bringing different things to a relationship. And so very glad that it's worked out the way it has with Spike, with each one of them bringing something very different to the mix.

When Ianto pushes up, he settles back onto his knees to give Ianto a lap to perch on, holding him to his chest warmly and kissing his hair. And chuckling breathlessly at the sight the two of them would make if anyone were able to see it, one naked and covered in bruises, the other still almost fully clothed but still damp and his hair in a mess from having gone in the sea.

"You know, I really didn't plan all this!" he remarks with some amusement. "If I had, there would have been a rug for us to lie on, and towels. I can't even spread out my coat for you to lie on, since I left it back at the dock!"

Ianto slumps contentedly against him, buzzed and electric in the aftermath. Right now everything feels too good to worry about things like being seen or their surroundings. He has Jack, what more could he want?

He shifts a bit, drapes himself against his chest so he can nuzzle closer against his jawline and ear. His voice is hoarse and husky as he murmurs into it, “Take me back to your cabin, clean me up and you can do whatever you’d like with me. It’s not as though I’ll be able to walk to leave your bed tomorrow.” It’s practically an order. Pushy sub indeed.

He's well aware that Ianto's not worrying about anything right now, and normally he wouldn't be either (Ianto's the one who normally wants to clean up while he just wants to enjoy basking), but this was a lot more than normal sex and he's feeling very responsible right at the moment. Still enjoying Ianto's draping and nuzzling -very much so - but also aware that Ianto is still very high and it's up to him to look after him.

Ianto's ~~order~~ request sends a bolt of lust through him that's unexpected in its intensity and he has to take a moment to swallow and try to calm himself. "Fuck, Ianto, do you know what you do to me when you say things like that? Especially after I stayed away from you for so long." He shakes his head, cradling Ianto's head, combing his fingers through sweaty hair. "I don't feel like I deserve this, yet."

It’s the second time in as many encounters he’s gotten carried away with Jack and when he’s in his right mind he’ll find himself analyzing that and wondering if it’s a good thing. In a way it will make him nervous, how intense things get between them this quickly how fast he falls under Jack’s spell again. It’s a little frightening even as much as he loves and trusts him. Right now he’s too busy enjoying the sound of his pulse and the beat of his heart. He doesn’t get those things with Spike.

And of course he knows what those words do to him even if he isn’t at his most subtle right now. They’re things he wants anyway but it feels good hearing Jack say how much he wants him. Maybe he isn’t the only one in over his head here. He just makes a pleased sound and nibbles at Jack’s earlob, not quite in a place for actual conversation or planning. If they’re going to move it might be better to do in now while he’s still giddy on adrenaline rather than once it wears off and the real discomfort sets in.

It's definitely something they ought to talk about, along with what their relationship actually means to them and whether that's the same for each of them. In fact Jack, whose head is currently a lot clearer than Ianto's, is already making a mental note to bring it up later, although whether he'll remember or not - or find the right opportunity - is another matter.

And yes, he's rapidly coming to the conclusion that moving now rather than flopping out and resting first would be a good idea. He laughs, stroking Ianto's hair some more, and then glances round to see where Ianto's clothes got to.

"All right, let's go back. I'm sorry, it's not going to be very comfortable for you, though, neither putting your clothes back on nor sitting in the boat!"

Discussions - even important ones - are best left for another time. Ianto let’s put a delirious little laugh at Jack’s words, too high on the aftermath to care about any discomfort. Jack’s clearly going to have to take charge here although he does manage to grab his sand covered shirt and start pulling it clumsily on. The pain is there, but distant still, the sort of thing that will set in soon but for now is locked away behind a hazy cloud of good feelings.

“Let’s not do this again - the boat, I mean.” Not the rest of it. That very much needs to happen again.

Yeah, definitely no important conversations happening right now. Instead, he's going to enjoy the hell out of Ianto being cute and giggly - and make the most of it to get him home before the endorphins wear off too much.

He lends Ianto a hand with his shirt whenever he gets stuck and in the meantime does up his trousers and then finds Ianto's jeans. "Yeah, definitely not doing both the boat and this in the same date again, at least!" he agrees, offering Ianto a hand to help him to his feet. "Lean against the cliff to get these on?" he suggests, since he's sure Ianto won't want to sit down to do it.

Ianto climbs stiffly to his feet, wincing as he takes Jack’s advice to use the cliff as a support while getting the rest of his clothes on. He doesn’t bother with his shoes since the walk fron the dock to Jack’s cabin isn’t far. After a bit of fumbling and quite a bit more help from Jack he finally gets his jeans on and done up.

“Help me to the boat, will you?” He’s as ready as he’s ever going to be for this.

He watches with a lot of sympathy as Ianto struggles into his jeans, helping wherever he can but knowing they've still got to be really uncomfortable.

"Hang on there for a moment," he says, leaving Ianto to the cliff and splashing into the water to drag the boat as far up the beach as he can, so Ianto will have less water to wade through. Then he goes back to Ianto and pulls Ianto's arm round his shoulders. "Okay, come on, then." And he manoeuvres Ianto somehow into the boat. It's not neat or graceful or even particularly dry, but it does get him in. He tosses Ianto's shoes in too and then clambers in himself, pushes off from shore and gets rowing.

Fast, to try and get back to the dock before Ianto starts really feeling it.

It’s not as bad as it could be; he’s got a bit of a tolerance for this sort of thing at this point and if he didn’t enjoy the way he’s left feeling afterwards he wouldn’t be doing this. For now he’s content to get as comfortable as he can and enjoy the swaying of the boat and watching Jack row it.

“I’m fine, Jack. You don’t need to worry so much.” True enough in this moment although maybe not so much in a bit.

He quirks an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, yeah, tell me that again in half an hour," he says ironically, because he's been there a darned sight more times than Ianto has, but he lets it go, just gets them to shore, ties up the boat and helps Ianto out onto the quay. Then finally grabs the picnic basket, because there's still a lot of perfectly good food there, and his coat and offers Ianto his arm with a smile.

"Come on, let's get you somewhere more comfortable!"

The boat ride is just long enough for some real stiffness to set in and Ianto lets out a soft grunt as he accepts Jack’s hand and climbs onto the dock with wobbly legs. He’s starting to desperately want to be off his feet but he’s nothing if not stubborn so he grits his teeth resolutely and leans heavily on Jack’s arm as they start the walk towards his cabin - which seems much longer now than it was this morning.

“Promise?” He could go for some pampering just about now.

"Promise," he says, keeping his arm very supportive because as he'd suspected Ianto is a lot less steady than he apparently thought he'd be.

"I have a very comfortable bed, we have food and drink, and we don't need to go anywhere for the rest of the day. We could even get you in the bath if you want, once you've rested a bit - depending on whether anyone else is home. The bathroom is a bit of a trek from my room!"

He got used to sharing a bathroom on Saavi and Taiana's ship - it wasn't big enough to merit en-suites for every cabin - but that had been a bit different since they'd all been sleeping with each other and used to seeing each other nude or barely dressed. He's had to make quite an adjustment living here, remembering to put clothes on to slip out to the bathroom!

“I’m covered in sand,” He points out a little plaintively. This is Ianto here after all, the idea of making a mess, even in someone else’s cabin and in this state, horrified him. He almost suggests turning towards Granite Cabin instead since he and Spike have been taking full advantage of their lack of roommates but decides against it. It doesn’t feel like the right time for the three of them just yet, so he lets Jack steer him to final distance to his own home here on the island.

"Good point," he agrees, realising that this is Ianto here and being covered in sand is probably bothering him rather a lot. "Actually, I'm pretty sandy myself, and my hair needs washing after having got dunked in the sea."

Not letting that one go for a while, even if it really didn't bother him that much.

He lets them into Moose Cabin and hangs his coat up at the door. "All right, bath first, then. Or would a shower upstairs be easier?"

“Shower.” He decides after a moment of thought. He isn’t looking forward to the stairs or to standing in it but he feels like once he’s in a tub he won’t be able to make himself get back up. He’d rather do this as quickly as possible and get in bed as soon as he can. So, with a small grimace that he stubbornly fights back, he lets Jack steer him towards the stairs and start up them.

"Okay." That makes sense, he agrees, although they've only gone up a couple of steps before he realises that he really hasn't got enough hands to help Ianto with this along with everything else he's carrying. Easy solution, though. "Hold on," he says, and darts up the stairs with their shoes and the picnic basket and dumps them in his room, then comes back down for Ianto, smiling and offering him both hands this time.

"Come on then," he says and helps him up the stairs as fast as he can, before he seizes up completely, and then into the upstairs bathroom. "Right, hold onto the basin and let me get those clothes off you."

((OOC: And let's pretend we both remembered they weren't wearing their shoes/boots and were carrying them too!))

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