Haaaaaart

Janto cockwarming...

Jack purposefully rileing Ianto up just to pull some "i still have paperwork..." Bullshit. Getting Ianto hard enough that he agrees to just sit in jacks lap at his desk, anything to have him inside him.

Jack is having a somewhat difficult time actually getting anything done, but it's nothing compared to the mind dulling fog sitting heavy in Ianto's skull. Eventually he can't stop himself from grinding down onto Jack. Those tight slacks proving nearly painful after enough time. If he didn't enjoy putting on a face and telling Ianto to be patient so much, Jack would've relented a long time ago.

Eventually Jack can't take much more, but he's very careful to phrase it in such a way that makes him sound cool and in control. Even if he did let a little too much whine into his voice, it's not like Ianto really cares anymore.

Although Jack shouldn't get too comfortable- Ianto would absolutely get pay back (even if that was the hardest he's came in a while. He'll never admit that, never give Jack the satisfaction).

Ianto suggests it innocently enough, but poses it as just enough of a challenge that Jack has to rise to it. Ianto finds he actually quite likes the weight of Jack, and he finds it easier to settle into, not only because this position is less intense but also because they're safely held away in his apartment with ample privacy and time enough for him to truely relax.

Jack however is having a difficult battle between pride and desire.

He's been with so many people, of course he can handle this, it shouldn't even faze him. But "should" and "shouldn't" never seemed to apply to Ianto Jones, at least not when it comes to Jack.

He finds himself gritting his teeth against every little shift of Ianto's hips. Activity attempting to fight the warm daze slowly crawling across his mind. And God, the smell of coffee that lingers on Ianto's clothes and hair and skin, mixed with the hints of soap from his shower that morning. The surrounding air is thick with Ianto and he coats the inside of Jacks nose, creeping his way down his throat and lying heavy in his lungs, then traveling even lower to the erection Jack has been fighting very hard to ignore. He doesn't even get to face Ianto like Ianto did with him, which is probably a good thing, seeing as how he wouldn't be able to stop himself from kissing the other man.

Still, Ianto gets to rest his chin on Jacks shoulder, wrap his stiflingly warm arms around jacks waist and pretend he doesn't realise the way he pulls Jack closer ever so slightly. Pretend like he doesn't know how evil he's being when he presses a chaste kiss to the back of Jacks neck.

Jack's the one who breaks first this time. Finally reasoning that Ianto won't judge him for this, it's Ianto, he would never.

Jack happily admits to coming his hardest in weeks. And Ianto does in fact tease him for this.

I like how Torchwood canonically said ianto absolutely abhors being a "house wife" and being seen as overly feminine for his interests that are -when you get down to it- gender neutral. While he does like things that are stereotypeically feminine, it doesn't make him any less of a man, and he's willing to verbally and physically throw down to prove that.