Ianto & John, birthday sex

[likesthecoat]

Sex with Constantine is never bad--it's often good, sometimes great, sometimes overwhelming.

John has outdone himself tonight, bringing Ianto to the edge over and over before finally letting him over, and it's some time before Ianto can do more than brush his fingers over John's back, before he can even think.

When he does, it's I can't lose this.

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[bloody-awful.livejournal.com]

John looks back over his shoulder at Ianto, and the eyebrow goes up. He looks as if he's going to say something, and then clamps his mouth shut on it.

Then he says something else. "You still have a choice to make about that pretty, pretty boss of yours, bright eyes. But that's your choice to make and I'll keep my nose out of it, as long as he doesn't push my nose into it. If that happens," he adds pointedly, "someone's nose will end up broken."

[likesthecoat]

"Well," Ianto says slowly, getting comfortable against the pillows, "look at it this way: I know I like you. I know I like what we have. And I think staying with something good is better than not." He looks at John directly. "For both of us."

[bloody-awful.livejournal.com]

John considers this, and nods.

"Anyone else so much as breathes on you and I'm turning them into a frog. I can do that, you know," he says, deadpan.

Then he grins and lies back on the bed, sharing Ianto's pillow. Whatever was closed behind his eyes is wide, wide open.