IANTO
”Pick a door?” Ianto’s laughter was a wicked, breathless thing, his mouth still lavishing attention against Remi’s neck and collarbone, hands roaming up the alchemist’s sides and along his back, gripping and pulling them to sit back up. His arousal was an exquisite ache that would not be denied for much longer, even if Ianto had to take care of it himself, but he was hopeful that the sudden fire that had started to blaze out of control between them would get there first.
Clumsily, without trying to be graceful about it, Ianto would attempt to get them on their feet. ”Lead the way,” he muttered, his arms lacing around the hawk so he couldn’t go too far.
Clumsily, without trying to be graceful about it, Ianto would attempt to get them on their feet. ”Lead the way,” he muttered, his arms lacing around the hawk so he couldn’t go too far.
where are your gods now
