The Ways to be Oblivious by etharei

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Title: The Ways to be Oblivious
Author: etharei 
Genre: Romance, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He stared at his chair. “Girls,” he called. Gwen and Tosh turned to look at him from their respective stations. “Which of you swapped my seat?”
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot
Warnings: None
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Oh boy, what do I like about this fic? EVERYTHING! Especially because I still have that image of Jack riding Ianto in Owen's chair...That was very good smut yo! (I love bottom!Jack) And dude come on, chair!sex :D With Jack bottoming from the top w00t!
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The younger man only smiled. Making strangled sounds, Jack stopped what he was doing to the skin of Ianto's shoulder and tipped his head back, eyes wide and mouth forming alien words. Muscles clenched around Ianto's cock, making him swear, but he didn't take his eyes off Jack. Skin shiny with perspiration from their first two rounds, powerful thighs bunching and trembling with effort as he pushed himself up and lowered himself down again, unabashedly wanton in the way he was undulating his body as if to milk Ianto for all he was worth... Ianto was certain that there was no more glorious a creature in the universe as Captain Jack in the throes of passion.

Ianto looked down, feeling embarrassed, and watched himself disappearing into Jack's body — the glistening surface of the condom, the hitch in Jack's breathing whenever Ianto hit his prostate, the flush of red on Jack's skin that indicated he was close. Aroused beyond bearing, Ianto let out a broken moan, bringing up his eyes to meet the other's dark, dilated gaze. Something in Jack's expression... he felt a rush of heat, separate from the explosion Jack's body was building in his. Jack's face approached, mouth slightly open, and Ianto subconsciously parted his own lips in anticipation. Those soft, familiar lips halted, hovered, a breath short of touching. Jack's breath ghosted into Ianto's mouth, and above the heady, pervasive musk of sex and sweat he could smell himself on Jack - dried saliva around Jack's mouth, the lube he'd bought just that morning in the shop around the corner, the more intimate scent lingering in Jack's breath, likely from when Jack went down on him precisely eight minutes after the others walked out of the Hub.

"I can smell me in you," he whispered into Jack's mouth.

Comments

[etharei.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much ♥

[etharei.livejournal.com]

OMG O_O Wow. Thank you so much, I feel immensely gratified and honored to be rec'ed here, since this is my favorite place for finding new Jack/Ianto fanfic.

*HUGS*