IANTO
Inhaling a shaky breath that he couldn't quite seem to catch, Ianto closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation of feathers on his bare skin, of the grip that slowly encircled his erection and squeezed, causing his hips to arch into the contact. A moan rose up in his throat, the fox biting his lower lip and tightening his fingers in the back of Remi's curls. "I very much want to," he managed, eyes opening again just enough for him to gaze upon the other man, his mind hazy with lust and his body wanting badly to simply deliver what was being asked of him.
But he couldn't forget the reality of where they were just yet. Already hating himself for it (and doing absolutely nothing to move Remi's hand regardless), he hissed in a breath and smiled to the alchemist. "There's a child sleeping upstairs," he reminded him. "And we are on the floor of the guildhall. As much as I want to, I'd like your second first time to be somewhere a little more comfortable."
But he couldn't forget the reality of where they were just yet. Already hating himself for it (and doing absolutely nothing to move Remi's hand regardless), he hissed in a breath and smiled to the alchemist. "There's a child sleeping upstairs," he reminded him. "And we are on the floor of the guildhall. As much as I want to, I'd like your second first time to be somewhere a little more comfortable."
where are your gods now
