czarina_kitty

Title: Tension
Author: czarina_kitty
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing/character: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Rating: NC-17
Kink: whipping/flogging
Warnings: kink + sex = pure PWP
Disclaimer: I do not own, or make any money from the use of, these characters.
Notes: written for a square on my kink_bingo card.

“Jack,” Ianto’s whine is muffled from where his face is pressed into the mattress.

“Quiet,” Jack tells him. “You asked for my help so stop complaining.”

“This isn’t what I had in mind.”

“I know,” Jack chuckles. “Just relax.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re the one holding the whip.”

“You’re being awfully chatty for someone in your position,” Jack comments, running a hand over Ianto’s naked back and down to his bare arse. “And it isn’t a whip, not really. It’s a flogger and you’re going to love the feel of it. Hold on to the headboard for me.”

Ianto moves to comply, spreading his legs further as he does. Jack gently trails the soft leather across Ianto’s shoulders and down his spine, across his buttocks and down his legs.

“Beautiful,” Jack says softly, as he brushes the ends back up from thigh to shoulder.

Ianto gasps and tenses for a moment when Jack brings the flogger down across his shoulders with a simple twist of the wrist. Ianto moans and relaxes at the second thwack of leather on skin.

“That’s right,” Jack tells him. “I’m going to warm you up, nice and slow. Just relax. Deep breathes.”

Jack continues with light smacks, slowly covering Ianto’s upper back, buttocks, and thighs. Ianto’s hands flex against the headboard as Jack steps up the power of the blows.

“Ow,” mutters Ianto. “I thought you said this wouldn’t hurt.”

“I never said that,” Jack chuckles. “I just said you’d enjoy it. Besides, you know you need this. You need me to do this, you need this to break up all that tension your muscles are carrying.”

“You could have just given me a massage.”

“Nah. Not nearly as much fun. And you wouldn’t get nearly the endorphin high that way. So what’s causing all this stress, anyway?” Jack asks, never stilling the implement in his hand.

“Owen,” Ianto says, then sucks in a breath as Jack again increases the intensity again. “Ow!”

“Hush,” Jack says, pausing to run a hand over the heated skin. “You’re such a gorgeous shade of pink right now.”

Ianto makes a small mewling noise and presses his backside up into Jack’s touch. Jack huffs out a small breath and tightens his grip on the flogger. “We aren’t done yet,” he tells Ianto and immediately resumes the thrashing. The dull thud of impact, the sharp sting at the end of each blow, and the gentle glide of the tails as they are dragged back from the contact soon become all that Ianto is aware of. The short gasps and quiet moans are soon replaced with even, steady breaths.

Jack tosses the flogger away and climbs onto the bed behind Ianto. He runs his hands up and down Ianto’s warmed flesh before reaching around to pull Ianto’s hips up. Jack reaches for the lube stashed under the pillow and keeps one hand on Ianto’s back while preparing him with the other. Ianto keens and shifts his balance as Jack slides in one, then two fingers. Meeting no resistance he adds a third before pulling back and slicking his own cock. Hand still firmly on Ianto’s lower back, fingers splayed, Jack enters Ianto with a contented sigh. He moves slowly drawing a strangled gasp from Ianto when he brushes over the younger man’s prostate with each thrust.

Jack feels Ianto shift underneath him and bats away the hand reaching for Ianto’s straining erection. Moving one hand to the bed for balance he grasps Ianto’s cock and fists him in time with his own thrusts. Jack feels Ianto’s warm semen splash across his fingers and feels the other man spasm around him seconds before he comes still deep inside Ianto.

Jack pulls out and moves to spoon Ianto, feeling the heat radiating off the younger man’s back. They lie together quietly for several moments before Ianto rolls to face Jack.

“Hey, there,” Jack says. “You back with me now?”

“Yeah,” Ianto replies, pupils still dilated and breath ragged.

“Good?”

“Yeah,” Ianto says, snuggling closer to Jack.

“Good,” Jack says, kissing Ianto softly.