"Ianto," John repeats, and this is nice -- this gentle caress is nice but it isn't enough. He needs that pace again, the build up of pressure. He needs to feel Ianto's lips and hands working him.
"Don't make me beg," he adds, because he would if he had to but he doesn't want to. Not right now. He just wants the attention, wants the relief that comes after reaching it. John turns his head more into the hand holding onto his hair, arches up again and quietly hopes Ianto has some sense of mercy.
Ianto huffs the breath of a laugh against John's skin. No, as delicious as that might be, he's not really in the mood to drag this out that long. He raises head again, smoothing his hand through the other man's hair before fisting it to turn his head into another searing kiss. Lingering in the press of John's lips against his own, nipping at his bottom lip before slowly resuming the pace of his hand below.
"Your wish is my command," he murmurs huskily, which is honestly a pretty terrible line but he doesn't really care about any of that in the moment, all things considered.
John doesn't really care about the line -- he's more focused on the feel of Ianto's hand, the way his fingers grip his hair. His muscles twitch again, and the mix of teeth on his lips and skin pressed against his own has his breaths come rough and shaky once more.
"Ianto," he repeats, because he seemed to enjoy the sound of his name and if saying it over and over will encourage more of this so be it. John doesn't care if it's borderline close to begging, it's just safe enough that he can tolerate it. He squirms and the sheets stick to his skin, toes curling as he bucks up into Ianto's touch and tries to draw him closer.
There it is. The response that Ianto was hoping for, John squirming and bucking under his touch, the sound of his breathing rough and heady, and if it weren't for the fact that Ianto had already finished himself he'd have a hard time concentrating on the task at hand. It's already a challenge enough as it is.
"Yes," he breathes, mouthing his way along the line of John's jaw. Moving as John directs him, pressed as tight as he can against the other man while still giving himself the space enough to continue. "Is this what you like?"
John lets out a shaky, breathy laugh at that. He feels almost light-headed, for something so simple the whole thing feels overwhelming. Is that what you like? As if he normally does this, when in reality his touch is normally so much quicker and rougher. His hand drops from Ianto's back and grips at the sheets, fingers curling hard into them until it bunches, and John's whole body begins to telegraph building tension.
"Yeah," he manages, and then more emphatically -- "fuck."
Ianto huffs the breath of a laugh against the other man's skin. This is good. So good, to know that it isn't just John who has this effect on him, but that he can turn it around on the other man too. To turn his whole world upside down the the press of his lips and the smooth of his hand, in just the right way.
He can feel the tension building in John, and this time he doesn't pull back but allows it to keep climbing. Continuing the pace of his hand as he holds his head in place with the other. Tilting it back a little so that he's able to mouth his way along the more sensitive parts of his neck and jaw.
"That's it," he breathes, as John rocks and arches against him. "That's it."
That's it, Ianto whispers, and it is. The combination of his gentle, affectionate laughter along with his lips and hand -- it's too much. John feels his breath hitch roughly, the tension in his muscles climb until with a suppressed, bitten back sound he finally lets go with a shudder into Ianto's hand. Warmth rolls through his body, and slowly the tension melts away until all that's left is the sound of John's ragged breathing. His fingers loosen in the sheets and John paws at the man over him, sapped of strength but wanting to hold onto him for a moment.
"Hey," he manages after a moment, but that's about as far as he can get through a sentence.
Ianto presses his lips against the corner of John's jaw and rides his climax with him, working him with his hand until he knows the other man has spent and is lying finished, liquid and boneless beneath him. He keeps his hand wrapped around the other man for a moment longer before he releases him and moves to wipe his hand on the sheets -- hardly the most delicate of actions, but they're going to have to request new after this anyway.
He moves when John grabs for him, wrapping an arm around the other man's chest and settling his head on his shoulder. The position makes him seem more vulnerable than he might otherwise like, but. He doesn't mind so much, with John. In fact, he rather enjoys it. This loose-limbed sprawl of theirs, just the pair of them together, skin to skin, soaking in the other man's warmth. And how warm he is just now...
"Hey," Ianto replies, tilting his head to glance up at John and flicking him a smile. He smooths his hand across John's chest. "Alright?"
"Yeah," John manages, and he opens his eyes long enough to blearily check how much of a mess he's made. Satisfied it's not too bad, he tugs Ianto more comfortably into his arms -- settles himself holding onto the other man and lets out a satisfied sigh. "M'good," he manages, and rubs his face against Ianto's shoulder. "Stay."
Not that he thinks he's planning to leave, but... all the same. Ianto likes the reassurance, he knows, and John is content giving it to him.
Ianto lets out another warm huff of laughter against the other man's skin. He does appreciate the reassurance of the other man's affections as well. Especially when they are so new and unknown.
"Happy to," he replies, circling his hand in place along the other man's ribs. It's not as though he has another bed to slink off to anyway, what with the way they've rearranged the room.
He shifts his head on the other man's shoulder, pressing a kiss into the closest patch of skin he can find.
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"Don't make me beg," he adds, because he would if he had to but he doesn't want to. Not right now. He just wants the attention, wants the relief that comes after reaching it. John turns his head more into the hand holding onto his hair, arches up again and quietly hopes Ianto has some sense of mercy.
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"Your wish is my command," he murmurs huskily, which is honestly a pretty terrible line but he doesn't really care about any of that in the moment, all things considered.
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"Ianto," he repeats, because he seemed to enjoy the sound of his name and if saying it over and over will encourage more of this so be it. John doesn't care if it's borderline close to begging, it's just safe enough that he can tolerate it. He squirms and the sheets stick to his skin, toes curling as he bucks up into Ianto's touch and tries to draw him closer.
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"Yes," he breathes, mouthing his way along the line of John's jaw. Moving as John directs him, pressed as tight as he can against the other man while still giving himself the space enough to continue. "Is this what you like?"
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John lets out a shaky, breathy laugh at that. He feels almost light-headed, for something so simple the whole thing feels overwhelming. Is that what you like? As if he normally does this, when in reality his touch is normally so much quicker and rougher. His hand drops from Ianto's back and grips at the sheets, fingers curling hard into them until it bunches, and John's whole body begins to telegraph building tension.
"Yeah," he manages, and then more emphatically -- "fuck."
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He can feel the tension building in John, and this time he doesn't pull back but allows it to keep climbing. Continuing the pace of his hand as he holds his head in place with the other. Tilting it back a little so that he's able to mouth his way along the more sensitive parts of his neck and jaw.
"That's it," he breathes, as John rocks and arches against him. "That's it."
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"Hey," he manages after a moment, but that's about as far as he can get through a sentence.
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He moves when John grabs for him, wrapping an arm around the other man's chest and settling his head on his shoulder. The position makes him seem more vulnerable than he might otherwise like, but. He doesn't mind so much, with John. In fact, he rather enjoys it. This loose-limbed sprawl of theirs, just the pair of them together, skin to skin, soaking in the other man's warmth. And how warm he is just now...
"Hey," Ianto replies, tilting his head to glance up at John and flicking him a smile. He smooths his hand across John's chest. "Alright?"
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Not that he thinks he's planning to leave, but... all the same. Ianto likes the reassurance, he knows, and John is content giving it to him.
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"Happy to," he replies, circling his hand in place along the other man's ribs. It's not as though he has another bed to slink off to anyway, what with the way they've rearranged the room.
He shifts his head on the other man's shoulder, pressing a kiss into the closest patch of skin he can find.