Fic- Everything and More

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: Everything And More
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult - features spanking and sex  
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Jack helps Ianto take more
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: This was quite intense and personal for me. Comments, please!

 

The wall is cold against my bare chest and belly. But my bottom is hot and the heat flows through my body.

I can feel him behind me, moving around the room and watching me, making sure I stay still.

I love this. I love the challenge. I love the thrill that goes through me at obeying him. I love the warmth he gives me. I love when he helps me succeed and I love being punished when I fail.

He presses a hand to the small of my back, fingers moving lightly over my skin. I want to move into his touch but I know I am not allowed to move. A moan escapes my lips at that thought. He owns me. He decides what I’m allowed to do.

He presses his mouth into my shoulder, kissing my tingling skin and I want him. I want his hand hard across my bottom. I want his fingertips soft across my skin. I want his body pressing into me. I want his cock inside me. I want him, more of him, every bit of him. I want him, more and more, until it is too much.

“How naughty have you been, Ianto?” he asks, pressing his mouth to the soft curls on the back of my head. He loves to nuzzle into me. “How much more punishment do you need tonight, Ianto?”

A mumbling noise escapes my throat before I manage to form words and he chuckles against me.

“Come on. How much more do you need?”

“Uh, more. More, please Jack. Please, Sir.”

He presses a kiss to my naked throat and I breathe hard into the wall. His hand pushes itself between me and the wall and finds my cock. It is hot and hard in his hand and it’s all I can do to keep from thrusting into him. His hand is so warm and gentle and he knows exactly where to touch me.

His other hand is caressing my buttocks, kneading my hot flesh. He’s already spanked me, over his knee, slowly stripping me of my clothing and my barriers.

And now he’s going to spank me again. I know he is. He loves giving it as much as I love getting it.

He presses his hand into my back, pushing me harder into the wall where he put me, what feels like an age ago. He releases my cock and encourages my hips to rock so it brushes against the wall.

I moan against the cool wall and clench my bare toes. It’s almost too good. He moves away and I whimper at his absence.

“Easy,” he whispers. “Just wait, there’s a good boy.”

I whimper again. I want him. I want him so much. I want anything from him, everything that he’ll give me.

Then he’s back with me and touching me again, but not with his hand. The implement strokes across my hot skin and I push back into it. The implement stills on me and his other hand pushes me hard into the wall. A flash of pain goes through me at the push, punishment for my over-eagerness.

I gasp his name against the wall and wait for him to do it. I need him to make my bottom all red and hot again, to take me beyond what I think I can do.

The implement leaves my skin. I’m waiting. He’s going to spank me. But what is the implement? How much is it going to hurt?

His other hand is on my hip, stroking lightly, reassuringly. I am safe with him. I can trust him to know what I can take, better than I know.

The air strikes me first, then the implement crashes into my backside, burning and heating my entire body. I know what it is now. It is Jack’s leather paddle. He can spank me long and hard with that.

“Jack,” I whisper.

The paddle crashes into me again and again. He is so strong. He’s spanking me with so much strength. I can’t escape it. My skin is getting hotter and rawer as he crashes the paddle again and again into me and I moan into the wall. It is so good.

But it burns. It stings. My skin is raw and abused and I can’t stand it.

“Jack,” I whisper and there is a pause as he looks at me. He’s waiting for me to say the safeword. I don’t want to say it.

My hand flies back to find him. I catch him by the edge of his loosely tucked in shirt.

“Jack, help me.”

“Ianto?”

I can hardly breathe but I make myself speak. “I…I can’t…I need you to…help me take it.”

His hand is firm but gentle on my hip. “You don’t have to. We can stop. Or we can do something else.”

I shake my head desperately, still pressed firmly into the wall. “No, please, Jack. Please. Sir. Help me take it.”

He lets out a breath, soft on my neck. “All right. Ianto, relax, okay, and trust me. It’ll be okay.”

I nod, desperately pressing my face into the wall, waiting for what he’s going to give me.

The paddle crashes into me again and I cry out but immediately, Jack’s hand is around my cock, rubbing and gripping hard.

I’m so hot, hot all over and my skin is tingling. I can hear the crack of the paddle into me every other second but all I can feel is the heat and him. Jack.

He’s spanking me hard and his hand is working such feelings in my cock that I can hardly breathe.

I’m thrusting hard, wanting more and more. The paddle crashes to the ground and still I am thrusting.

Then his hands are on my hips and he’s pulling be back into him. “Hey.” His voice is a command but I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. “Easy.” His voice softens and he pulls me firmly away from the wall.

Sudden pain shoots through me and for a moment, I can’t work out where it’s coming from.

He cups a strong hand underneath my chin and looks at me. I open my eyes which had somehow fluttered closed.

He’s gazing at me, eyes fuzzy with arousal. One finger reaches up and traces my lips.

“Easy now,” he whispers. His finger moves slowly over my lips and I realise my lips are scratched and almost bleeding.

He’s smiling tenderly at me. “You got a bit carried away.”

I swallow hard. “Yeah.”

He reached forwards into me and places the softest of kisses on my lips. “You took it,” he whispers. “You did really well.”

His hands reach around me, holding me tight, then letting his fingers smooth themselves over my hot, reddened skin. His fingertips on my skin make my whole body tingle. I want him.

I press forwards into him, pushing my face into his collar. I get just the tiniest bit of skin, hot against me.

“Jack,” I moan. I still need more.

His hands move up and down my arms, reassuring and exciting.

“Downstairs,” he breathes. It is so quiet but it is a command.

Before I can even begin to move to obey him, he is taking my hand and leading me downstairs.

He lies me down on his bed and I watch as he slowly undresses. My eyes devour him. I love his body. It’s big and strong and always there. Always ready.

He gazes down at me, eyes so intense and just on me. He gestures with his hand. “Flip over. On your stomach.”

I move to obey him but turn my head to watch him as he moves around the room getting ready. He grins sideways at me as he reaches for a tube. It’s not the usual lube.

He doesn’t let me see it. He lies down beside me, on my right where I can no longer see him. I know better than to move to look at him.

I wait, listening out for his movements, wondering what he’s going to do. I want him to fuck me but I sense there’s something more about to happen.

I can hear his hands moving and then his hands are on me. One hand is soft on my skin, palming gently at the small of my back.

Then his other hand is on me, cool and slippery with moisturising cream. His hand moves slowly over my buttocks, soothing my tender skin. Sometimes I think I love these moments more than the spankings. The way he looks after me. The way he warms me.

My buttocks are slick with the cream. His hand moves slowly over my skin and then, oh god, his fingers are pushing inside me.

“Jack, god, Jack.”

He presses his mouth to the back of my neck, kissing gently and his whole body is pressed into me. He’s got me.

I want more. I press back into him. I want him inside me.

“Jack,” I pant. “Jack, please.”

He’s kissing his way across my shoulders, tonguing gently at the space between my shoulder blades.

“What do you want, Ianto?” His voice vibrates through my skin, sending pleasure right through me down to my toes.

“You, Jack, please.”

He thrusts his fingers inside me, forcing  gasp out of me. “Jack, Jack, please.”

“You’ll have to say what you want.”

“Jack.”

“Go on. I’m here. I’m listening.”

I breathe deeply. He always makes me say things. “Jack, I want…I need…fuck me, Jack. Please.”

He chuckles against me and I feel his hips moving into position. His fingers pull out and then his arm is curling around me, holding me around my belly, his forearm nudging my cock.

And then he’s sliding inside me and oh, god, it’s so perfect. I push back into him as he thrusts inside me. He sees inside me and accepts me just how I am. No one else does that. We’re joined together and it’s everything I need and more.

He’s thrusting deep, jolting my insides in exquisite pleasure and I can’t breathe. My hand flies back and finds him. I hold on tight to his arm as he thrusts into me. Sometimes I feel like I could get lost with him. I need to hold onto him. I need him to hold me and he does.

He’s holding me now, so tightly. He’s moving fast, wild against me and I push back into him. We are fucking but it’s more than that.

He grabs my cock, fisting hard. I can’t breathe. I need to come so much but I have to wait. I have to hold on.

His mouth is on my neck, biting down into me and there is no pain, only warmth. Then his cheek is against mine and he’s whispering in my ear.

“Come for me, Ianto.”

He jerks my cock one last time as he thrusts inside me and I am coming, hard and fast and I can’t breathe. He’s fucking me through the tremors of my orgasm, holding me tight and, in these moments, I know he will always hold me. He’s everything and more.