IANTO
Later, when Ianto was thinking with his other head, he would realise just how good it felt to have Remi reaching for his hand. The gesture was a simple one but it conveyed more than the fox could really give voice to, and that would warrant some further consideration. Later, though. Obviously. He had no idea where they were going, only that every step on bare feet through this labyrinthine place was a step closer to getting them what they both wanted. And it was almost shameful, how much Ianto did crave this, especially given how reasonable he had tried to be earlier.
So when they discovered an empty room and Remi grumbled that it wasn't important, Ianto could only agree. The agreement was lost against the other man's mouth, the fox fumbling back to push the door shut as he was drawn back against Remi. There was that heated comment again - I want you - that had Ianto arching against him, hissing a curse on an intake of breath against Remi's lips.
"Then have me," he all but groaned, surging forward to push the alchemist up against the wall, consumed in the taste and touch of him.
So when they discovered an empty room and Remi grumbled that it wasn't important, Ianto could only agree. The agreement was lost against the other man's mouth, the fox fumbling back to push the door shut as he was drawn back against Remi. There was that heated comment again - I want you - that had Ianto arching against him, hissing a curse on an intake of breath against Remi's lips.
"Then have me," he all but groaned, surging forward to push the alchemist up against the wall, consumed in the taste and touch of him.
where are your gods now
