[The words sound distracted as Ianto shifts to kiss Jack’s shoulder, then press his nose into the curve of his neck, but are anything but.
He’s going somewhere with this. He’s explaining—he’s sharing without being goaded, coaxed, or threatened. Jack is opening up, letting Ianto hold him…he just needs a little help.
The right little urges and noises to know he’s being heard. Prompting him to go on—those touches to remind him of his where and when so he can speak safely.
So Ianto holds him tighter, tries to keep his heart from racing, and purses his lips to brush another drowsy kiss against Jack’s neck where his face is still happily tucked as he listens closely and gently coaxes him along this story he’s decided to tell.]
You were born bloody charming. Fight me, as your niece likes to say.
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Date: 2023-11-26 05:36 pm (UTC)[The words sound distracted as Ianto shifts to kiss Jack’s shoulder, then press his nose into the curve of his neck, but are anything but.
He’s going somewhere with this. He’s explaining—he’s sharing without being goaded, coaxed, or threatened. Jack is opening up, letting Ianto hold him…he just needs a little help.
The right little urges and noises to know he’s being heard. Prompting him to go on—those touches to remind him of his where and when so he can speak safely.
So Ianto holds him tighter, tries to keep his heart from racing, and purses his lips to brush another drowsy kiss against Jack’s neck where his face is still happily tucked as he listens closely and gently coaxes him along this story he’s decided to tell.]
You were born bloody charming. Fight me, as your niece likes to say.