IANTO
"Good," Ianto whispered back, inhaling shakily and managing a crooked half-smile. "That's all th-- aaahh--" Cut off by his own moan of pleasure as Remi's hips ground back against him, the fox felt his knees go weak with it, barely able to keep himself standing. He didn't know whether he was supporting Remi or if it was the other way around at this point - quite frankly it didn't even matter.
Leaning his cheek against the other man's, he hissed in a breath and tilted his hips forward at the mere suggestion of more, his free hand curling around Remi's hip to pull him back at the same time. "You're too fucking much," he whispered, rocking back ever so slightly before starting to thrust in earnest; a slow and careful rhythm that would fill Remi with every stroke.
Slow was not a pace Ianto could keep up for long, however. His cheeks flushed with mounting bliss, the pressure building at the base of his spine impossible to ignore - it had been a very long time for Ianto, indeed. "R-remi... fuck..." Ianto's head tilted forward to rest on the alchemist's shoulder, the buck of his hips becoming increasingly fevered, the gentle pace turning into a wild and pounding thing.
Leaning his cheek against the other man's, he hissed in a breath and tilted his hips forward at the mere suggestion of more, his free hand curling around Remi's hip to pull him back at the same time. "You're too fucking much," he whispered, rocking back ever so slightly before starting to thrust in earnest; a slow and careful rhythm that would fill Remi with every stroke.
Slow was not a pace Ianto could keep up for long, however. His cheeks flushed with mounting bliss, the pressure building at the base of his spine impossible to ignore - it had been a very long time for Ianto, indeed. "R-remi... fuck..." Ianto's head tilted forward to rest on the alchemist's shoulder, the buck of his hips becoming increasingly fevered, the gentle pace turning into a wild and pounding thing.
where are your gods now
