Fic- Good Boy

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: Good Boy

Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult – sex, d/s, BDSM

Spoilers: Nothing major
Summary: Ianto is Jack’s good boy.

 Disclaimers: I own nothing!

Notes: Comments please!

 

 

 

“You’re going to serve me, boy,” Jack said, making his eyes go all hard and his voice go gruff.

He looked hard into Ianto’s eyes. Ianto, naked and silent, gazed back at him, completely submissive.

Jack reached out and pushed down hard on Ianto’s shoulders. Ianto stumbled and ended up on his knees. He didn’t make a sound. He gazed up at Jack like he was the only thing in the world.

Jack grinned at him. His boy. All for him. Slowly, Jack undid his trousers and pulled out his hard cock.

Ianto’s eyes went all wide, like it was the biggest thing he’d ever seen. Fear had entered his body but enjoyment shone in his eyes.

“You’re going to take me, boy. You’re going to take every inch of my cock in your mouth, down your throat.”

Ianto licked his lips and Jack guided his cock towards his mouth. He took hold Ianto’s head, running strong fingers through his hair.

Ianto opened his mouth wide and Jack pushed his cock into Ianto’s mouth. Ianto breathed deliberately through his nose. Through the game-playing, Jack remembered to keep it slow. Ianto had never deep throated before. He needed to be made to do it to learn. Ianto had requested it.

“You belong to me now, boy,” Jack murmured as he felt his cock reaching the back of Ianto’s throat.

Ianto gagged instinctively but Jack held him through it. Ianto’s eyes flickered up to Jack and Jack knew he was finding the strength to do this from Jack’s dominance.

Jack traced Ianto’s stretched lips with a firm finger. “It’s all mine,” he murmured. “This mouth of yours. It’s all mine. A hole for my cock, isn’t it?”

Ianto murmured around Jack’s cock. Jack slid in deeper, feeling Ianto relax around him.

“You’ve got two holes, haven’t you, my boy? Two holes for my cock.”

Ianto kept his eyes on him and Jack’s cock was all the way inside him, down his throat and it was so hot and so tight. Jack let out a moan of appreciation and stroked Ianto’s hair and his bare shoulders.

Jack let his eyes close. So good. He was all the way down Ianto’s throat. Ianto’s breathing roared in his ears. It was the best thing, being inside Ianto.

Suddenly, Jack pulled back, letting his cock fall out of Ianto’s mouth. Ianto blinked up at him, startled. But he didn’t speak.

Jack stroked his cheek reassuringly. “I want you to go downstairs and make your other hole ready for me.” Jack smiled as he felt his cock twitch as he imagined it. “Display yourself ready and, when I’m ready, I’m going to come downstairs and fuck your hole.”

Ianto didn’t say anything. He knew he’d been forbidden to speak. But Jack could see the anticipation in his eyes.

Jack leaned against the desk, slowly stroking his moistened cock. “Go on. Crawl over to the hatch and down.”

Ianto swallowed and began to obey. Jack watched him intently as he crawled across the office and over to the hatch, displaying his tight ass.

Jack grinned as Ianto disappeared down the hatch. He gave him several minutes before he went downstairs to see if he’d followed orders.

Ianto had. Exactly. He was on his knees, with his head and shoulders resting on the pillow. His legs were spread wide, his hard cock hanging down in between them. Jack’s eyes wandered to Ianto’s hole, red and glistening with lube. He was ready to get fucked.

Jack took off his boots but left on everything else. He positioned himself behind Ianto and brushed his cock across his hole. Ianto made a noise, almost a whimper.

“Silence,” Jack commanded. He brushed his free hand across Ianto’s left hip. “I’m gonna fuck you now. I’m gonna fuck your hole hard. It’s mine. All mine. You’re mine.”

Ianto gasped into the pillow and Jack, grinning, thrust his cock all the way inside him.

Ianto cried out, throwing back his head in pleasure. Jack grinned. He loved making Ianto lose control in the middle of a game.  

Jack began to move hard and fast, slamming in and out of his boy hard. He watched Ianto’s face, turned on its side into the pillow.

“My boy, with his pretty red holes all for me,” Jack murmured.

A smile spread across Ianto’s face, a deeply satisfied expression taking over him. Jack grinned, pounding into Ianto over and over again. He knew how deeply Ianto was feeling this.

Jack gazed down at his cock inside Ianto, the thick shaft surrounded on all sides by the hot wet tightness of Ianto. Jack grinned as he watched his own cock moving in and out inside Ianto.

Jack stroked Ianto’s back and reached up to stroke his hair. “I’m going to come in you now, my boy,” he whispered huskily. “But you’re not to come. Not yet.”

Ianto made a deep noise of satisfaction as Jack allowed his thrusts to speed up. Within seconds, he was pounding into Ianto, taking him hard, making him his.

Ianto began to shake and shudder. Jack could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He held onto Ianto’s hips, firmly and softly. Ianto let out a cry of pleasure and Jack let go, coming hard into his boy.

A trembling had taken over Ianto’s entire body but he hadn’t come. He’d obeyed.

Jack slid over Ianto’s body, feeling the warmth of him and feeling his own come inside Ianto and around Jack’s cock.

“You’re such a good boy,” Jack whispered and felt Ianto tremble in pleasure.

“You’re going to get your reward soon,” Jack said and stood.

Ianto stayed where he was. He would only do what was ordered.

Jack grinned at him, stroking his back affectionately. “Follow me,” he said and moved off towards his bathroom. He heard Ianto scramble to his feet and follow him.

Jack reached the shower and there was Ianto, right behind him; solid, loyal and obedient as always.

Jack pulled him against him and pressed him face forwards into the shower wall. Ianto let out a soft sigh as he felt Jack’s hands on him.

“That’s it, my boy,” Jack murmured. “All hard for me, all hard for your master.”

Jack turned on the water and manoeuvred Ianto under it. Ianto kept his eyes submissively down.

Jack hooked a hand beneath his chin and raised his head. “Look at me,” he murmured. “Look right into my eyes.”

Ianto obeyed, meeting Jack’s eyes. There was simple adoration in Ianto’s eyes, adoration and submission.

Jack smiled and leaned forward to meet Ianto’s lips in a kiss. It was their first kiss that night, their first kiss in that game.

Ianto melted into the kiss, utterly submissive and giving himself up to Jack in every way. Jack took him, firm but gentle in the kiss. Ianto was his, completely his.

Ianto moaned softly into the kiss and Jack could feel Ianto’s hard cock pressing into him as they pressed together.

Jack smiled as he pulled away and kissed Ianto’s shoulder. His boy needed release. But he hadn’t asked for it. He hadn’t begged. He simply served Jack and waited to be allowed his own pleasure.

“What a good boy,” Jack murmured, pressing kisses into Ianto’s wet skin, everywhere he could feel.

Ianto breathed hard, staying absolutely still under Jack’s careful attention.

“My good boy.” Jack pressed against Ianto, feeling the hitches in his body.

“You serve me ever so well, every single moment, such a good boy.”

Ianto gasped, reaching out for Jack and holding onto him.

Jack touched Ianto softly and gently, holding him against him. He could feel his cock pressing against him, hard and pulsing.

“You’re mine,” Jack murmured, feeling Ianto beginning to move ever so slightly against him.

Jack ran his hands down Ianto’s back, the pouring water from the shower making their skin glisten.

“You’re mine because you’re good enough to be mine,” Jack hissed and Ianto trembled against him, letting out a deep moan.

“You’re only mine. You don’t belong to anyone else. You belong to me. Because you’re my perfect, wonderful boy.”

Ianto was shuddering now and pressing his face into Jack’s shoulder. Jack knew he was close. A whimper escaped Ianto’s beautiful mouth and he held on tight to Jack’s waist. But he wouldn’t beg. Jack knew he would simply wait to be allowed.

Jack stroked his hair. “You’re allowed to come,” he whispered. “You can come now.”

Ianto exploded, like all his walls had been broken down. He jerked into Jack and shuddered and cried his orgasm into the steamy air of the shower. And Jack just held him, whispering soothing words into his hair.

“That’s it, my boy, my good boy. All mine.” He kissed his red lips softly and Ianto melted against him, utterly exhausted.

“Jack,” he whispered.

Jack grinned, looking into Ianto’s half-lidded eyes. “You okay?” he asked. The game was over.

Ianto grinned lazily at him. “Yeah. Tired now.”

Jack chuckled. “You wore yourself out.”

He eased Ianto under the shower spray and washed him gently. Then he helped him out of the shower and into bed.

They curled up together, Ianto burying his face in Jack’s strong chest. “Jack,” he whispered.

Jack stroked Ianto’s face, hair and arms. “I meant that you know. You are a good boy. That’s why you’re mine. My good boy.”

Ianto looked up at him and smiled. “Your good boy.”