impavid: (❖ Truth is so painful)
John Sheppard ([personal profile] impavid) wrote in [personal profile] torchwoodteaboy 2018-08-19 12:48 pm (UTC)

A way with words.

John lets his mind go beautifully, peacefully blank as the other man slides a leg between his own and rocks forward. The lights dim down to barely anything at his whim, and he focuses on the feel of skin against skin. On the pounding of his pulse, on the catch of Ianto's breath every now and then. It's a strange sensation, a kind of vertigo. Like he's falling, like he's been standing on the edge of a cliff waiting to be pushed and now the air is rushing past him and John isn't afraid of heights -- you can't be afraid of heights and be a pilot, after all. Yet still he feels his stomach clench a little, feels a heady mix of nerves muddled in with excitement. Ianto is pressing him down into the mattress and John feels himself give up under his touch, surrender to whatever this is between them. His head is swimming, and his skin is clammy and the warm lips sliding over his collarbone only make him want more.

"Ianto," he manages, and fingers move to brush up through his hair -- to cup the back of his neck as he rocks up against him.

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