IANTO
The teeth against his shoulder drew a ragged gasp from Ianto, his hand flinching and squeezing around Remi's arousal in what was probably an unintentional tease. Stroking now with a deft and furious rhythm, the fox turned his head to press a kiss to the soft skin just behind Remi's ear. He inhaled deeply, as if to forever ingrain the scent of woodsmoke and charoal and tea leaves into his mind, his free hand pressing into the underside of the alchemist's thigh, grinding him further against Ianto.
"Good," he murmured into Remi's ear in a voice that was half a growl, nipping at the earlobe and humming his appreciation for the considerable erection currently under his ministrations.
"Good," he murmured into Remi's ear in a voice that was half a growl, nipping at the earlobe and humming his appreciation for the considerable erection currently under his ministrations.
where are your gods now
