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I pull you to me. I want your weight on top of me.

You feel amazing beneath me, skin so hot. I start at your throat and kiss my way down your body to your cock.

I'm moaning as you kiss me, and I keep a hand in your hair. I rub your legs with my toes. I can't keep still--I want to keep touching you.

I slide my hands up your legs to your hips and watch your face as I take you into my mouth.

The expression you see is that of pure ecstasy.

It's beautiful.

And your cock feels fantastic in my mouth. God, Ianto, it's been so long since I've had a cock in my mouth, and yours...the taste and the smell and the weight of it on my tongue...yours is perfect.

I touch your face, watching you suck me. I'm not going to last long--it feels so good.

God, I'm so hard I'm aching. I reach down to touch myself. I want you to come in my mouth. I suck harder and hum a little around you. I want you to watch me when you come.

I'm watching, I'm watching you touch yourself and you're so fucking hot I'm coming hard, moaning your name.

You're so beautiful when you come, and I swallow every last drop, and I know the taste will stay in my mouth, and that thought is enough to push me over and I'm coming hard, with your cock still in my mouth.

God. Oh, god, Lorne.

Kiss me--I want to taste myself in your mouth.

Yes, god yes, Ianto. I crawl back up the bed and kiss you, slow and deep.

I never want to stop kissing you.

Neither do I.

And god, I'm suddenly jealous of a grape. How is that possible?

*laughs* I'll eat you at the first opportunity.

By the way, I made some things before I got, er, distracted.

The caption on the bottom one says "Sexy", so it's up to you if you want to use it or not.

Is that a promise?

Hmmm...probably best not to use it, as you're the only Welsh person I know, but I'll keep it for myself.

[ooc: May I steal it for use in my as yet unnamed Ianto/Lorne 'verse?]

That is a promise.

Gwen speaks Welsh too, so . . . it'd be hard to explain why, I suppose.

But I love that picture of you. My tattooed boy.

This is one I made for myself, from the picture Sam took of me.

[ooc: Absolutely.]

I'm going to hold you to that.

*laughs* That was my one and only truly rebellious moment. I thought my dad was going to kick me out of the house.

Very nice. You have the best innocent face I've seen here yet.

[ooc: Yay! Thank you. Will, of course, credit.]

It's beautiful. I can't wait to see it close up.

Thank you. I'm rather fond of it, as it's the only face I've got.

[ooc: :D]

I'm glad you think so. I designed it myself.

I'm rather fond of it too. And you have some faces that are anything but innocent.

Did you? What's the design? From the angle in the picture it's hard to tell aside from the colors.

Like my "you're in for it" face?

It's Dream's helm from the Sandman graphic novels. That was the other part of my rebellion.

I really like that one.

. . . you are scoring so many points with me today.

Good. I like that one--the big beaming smile and how blue your eyes look.

I was a geeky kid in high school. I was also a jock. I had a bit of an identity crisis.

That's what I look like when I think of you.

*laughs* So was I. Picture, if you will, a big skinny kid reading Martin Amis at rugby practice and you'll have a good idea of my formative years.

*blushes* God, you're amazing.