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Date: 2010-12-13 04:20 am (UTC)Ianto snapped his hips up at the same time as he dragged a deep, ragged breath in, feeling Jack lift and drop in time with his own movements. There was nothing gentle about this, desire having taken over both of their bodies and minds and controlling all their actions. This was what Jack meant, the thought barely flitting through his mind, as Ianto grabbed Jack by the hips and flipped them over, looming high over him to drive fast and deep into his willing body.
Sweat poured off their bodies, as they raced to the peak together, Jack's muscles clenched tight around Ianto's cock. He teetered on the edge for a moment, feeling the gravitational pull that would send him soaring into space if pushed. Jack yelled something in a language that Ianto recognized, having heard it often at times like this, although he never knew exactly what was said, before his head tipped back and a hot, sticky mess splattered across his chest and stomach.
The sudden and violent tightening of Jack's arse was the push that Ianto had been both fearing and waiting for, sending him tumbling over the edge into a flashing maelstrom of coloured lights. His body convulsed, shaking and jerking for long moments, before he could pull in enough air to land safely, sprawled across the body of the man barely breathing below him.
Lights continued to flash behind his eyes, long after he'd regained some semblance of sanity. He raised his head warily, looking past Jack to the Christmas lights that had previously been sending a steady, colourful glow around the room. The lights were now blinking merrily, as if breathing hard along with he and Jack as they came down from their orgasmic high.
Jack twisted his head around to see what had caught Ianto's attention, a sheepish expression immediately filling his features. He held up one hand, the controller for the lights clenched tightly in his fist.
"Uh... I may have switched the settings on the lights... in the heat of the moment..."
Ianto dropped his head onto Jack's shoulder. Really, there was nothing he could say to that - absolutely nothing.
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Yay, done - hope it works! Had to split it though, cuz, of course, it was too long for a comment :| Now you can round it all up and put it all together as one fic, co-authored!
*runs off and leaves you the work*
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Date: 2010-12-13 04:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-13 04:37 am (UTC)Glad it all worked out - and all because of a pretty icon of doom!
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Date: 2010-12-13 04:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-13 05:04 am (UTC)Don't be giggly (although bits flying in the heat of passion would make any sane person giggle and when you double it for slash...)
The icon of doom wins the day! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
*evil!Kiwi is evil*