Fic: Somnophilia #2

[azn_jack_fiend]

Back to prosaic titles! I wrote this last month... taking the de-anon plunge now. In for a penny, in for a pound (of porn). I think this is my last for at least a few weeks, though; I'm going to concentrate on my retconbookwrite assignment instead.  

Title: Somnophilia #2
Author: azn_jack_fiend 
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: M for Very Explicit Sex
Warnings/Spoilers: Can't think of any.
Total Length: 476 words
Categories: PWP (type: straight up porn)
Summary: Jack wakes up Ianto. 
Disclaimer: Not really mine.
A/N: De-anon, originally written for a prompt at touchyerwood and also linked to at tw_kinkandseek in the recent somnophilia roundup.  ETA 2011: This little fic got remixed! Check out "What Jack Likes" by the amazing SecondSilk.

Ianto's abstract dreams dissolved into half-formed sensations as he drifted towards consciousness. He resisted, trying to hold on to precious sleep for as long as possible. The sensations drew him inexorably upwards. They were... nice. A velvety smooth, hot surface lightly pressed against one side of his face. A thick, spicy smell in the air, like sex. Like Jack. He heard Jack's voice above him, distant words that didn't carry meaning yet, just sounds, though he caught the rising intonation at the end. A question. Yes, of course.

He kept his eyes closed, licked his lips and opened his mouth. He felt Jack's hand caressing the side of his head, tilting his head backwards, Jack's cock rubbing against his lips, a salty-sweet taste. Fingers set against his teeth gently prised his mouth open wider.

Ianto felt open to whatever Jack wanted him for, but lazily rebellious against the demands of wakefulness. The sensations were thrilling him awake -- the overwhelming heat and taste of hard cock pushing into his mouth, too dry, the unpleasant strain on his widened jaw -- then he realized in a foggy way that he didn't have to do anything right now, he could lie back and let Jack fuck him, and somehow that thought allowed him to hold on at the edge of a sensuous quasi-sleep.

The longer Ianto's mouth was full of cock, the slicker with spit, the easier it got, and it was good, and he was getting hard himself now. Jack was saying something and he even caught a few words this time, "beautiful" and "fuck" and "ready".

Then his throat was full of cock. God, Jack must be ramming all the way inside him. Ianto was suddenly wide awake and couldn't believe this was happening, that he wasn't gagging or pushing away. Ianto always loved sucking off Jack all the way down to his balls, the challenge of it and the thrill of making Jack come, but he could only go that deep for a few seconds at a time. Now, something about how his head was tilted back over the pillow and the angle Jack was kneeling over him (that must be a fantastic sight) combined to make it easier. Jack was fucking his mouth, hard and deep, and Ianto's eyes were watering and his lips were going numb, but he could still breathe a little in between thrusts, and take it all in, and it made him feel proud and accomplished in that shameless way that only Jack could call up for him. I love this, he thought -- I love that I can do this.

Jack groaned and came, buried too deep for Ianto to taste.

When Ianto came up for air, Jack was already leaning back and waiting for him, offering him a glass of water with a satisfied grin on his face.
 

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