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[needmetodoanyattacking]

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[needmetodoanyattacking]

Oh, we can give you more 'n that.

[John grins, and it sets off a flutter in the pit of Ianto's stomach--equal parts fear and anticipation.

He just sits and watches as John takes a turn, bowing his head to kiss Jack, slower and softer than Ianto--and absolutely filthy, making Ianto's breath catch imagining John using that gorgeous tongue to open him up for a nice, long, slow fuck.

John breaks the kiss, running a hand through Jack's hair with that same scary yet exciting smile.]

Y'know, we have ourselves a real bossy dom here in ol' Ian...what would you say if I told you I had half a mind to make him beg 'n let you watch me do it?

[...and just like that, Ianto's mouth goes bone dry as he looks between the pair of them for all of three seconds before leaning across Jack to grab John by the hair and kiss him breathless.]

[capthardness]

[Jack moans into John's mouth, and when the kiss breaks he tips his head into the fingers raking through his hair as he catches his breath, lips parted and glistening as he looks up at John.
His breath is taken away all over again at John's proposition, and he's still trying to formulate a response when Ianto pulls John in for a very hot kiss of his own.

That renders Jack speechless for several more long moments before he licks his lips, swallowing a couple times before he can trust himself to actually say something mostly-coherent]

I'd say that I'd like to see that very, very much. [he finally manages, voice clear if rough with desire]