IANTO
I want you. The words that would ultimately be Ianto's undoing were ones he couldn't help but long to hear over and over and over again, the fox shivering at the feel of Remi's hands on him. It did and didn't matter that the alchemist was teasing him so much, Ianto's lips parting in a desperate sigh of anticipation that turned to a soft growl when he was still denied.
As Remi glanced away so coyly, enough was enough for the fox; his hand slid down to grip the other man's hip, drawing them as close as he was feasibly able. At the same time, he surged forward, kissing and nibbling his way along Remi's neck and collarbone. "Not here," he panted. "This place got a spare room? Hell, I'll take a stable at this point."
As Remi glanced away so coyly, enough was enough for the fox; his hand slid down to grip the other man's hip, drawing them as close as he was feasibly able. At the same time, he surged forward, kissing and nibbling his way along Remi's neck and collarbone. "Not here," he panted. "This place got a spare room? Hell, I'll take a stable at this point."
where are your gods now
