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Stressful day.

Whoever tells me the best joke, or links me to the funniest picture, or cheers me up most effectively by whatever method you can find, wins . . . something I'll figure out later.

Judge's decisions are final.

(This contest may be rigged. I freely admit certain parties have a better chance at it than others.)

[ooc: Yeah, comments get adult contenty. A couple times.]

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[Private to Ianto]

*leans up to kiss you, bucking my hips up and pulling yours down in counterpoint*

[ooc: Is okay. Rest well.]

[Private to Lorne]

*licks your lips and then into your mouth, riding you hard*

[Private to Ianto]

*moans into your mouth, thrusting up quickly and digging my fingers into your hips*

Touch yourself for me?

[Private to Lorne]

I am, I am, I've got one hand in your hair so I can kiss you and the other wrapped around my dick.

[Private to Ianto]

Fuck, that's so hot, babe. And I'm thrusting up into you and pulling you down onto me hard and fast. You're so tight, so hot, it's perfect. You're perfect, Ianto.

[Private to Lorne]

And I'm riding you and coming and groaning and I love you, I love you so much, I love you, baby.

[Private to Ianto]

Oh, fuck, yes. You're so beautiful when you come, Ianto. So hot, and I'm coming too, coming inside you, moaning your name. Fuck, babe. I love you so fucking much.

[Private to Lorne]

God. God. I can only slump against you and remember to breathe. I love you. I love you inside me. I love you.

[Private to Ianto]

Mmmm...I love you, Ianto. I love being inside you, and I love kissing you, and I love just holding you after, wrapping my arms around you, still inside you.

Fuck, I love you.

[Private to Lorne]

Mmmm. Holding you tight and giving little kisses to your neck and your ear . . .

[Private to Ianto]

Sliding my fingers across your slick skin, licking the sweat from your shoulder...

[Private to Lorne]

Nuzzling your face, inhaling your scent . . .

[Private to Ianto]

God, Ianto. I want you. I want to feel you like this, taste you, smell you.

It...aches inside. Knowing you're so far away.

[Private to Lorne]

I want you too. I want this. I want your skin on my skin.

It aches for me, too. I can't even think about how far away you are because I actually comprehend it and it hurts to think of fucking light years between us. Fucking open space.

[Private to Ianto]

What hurts the most for me is knowing how little time it would take to get me to you, if it were allowed. Just a few seconds to cross galaxies.

It sounds like something from a cheesy romance, doesn't it? I would cross galaxies to be with you.

[Private to Lorne]

It's not cheesy if it's true.

[Private to Ianto]

More tragedy than romance, I suppose.

[Private to Lorne]

We're not a tragedy. We're both alive, and where there's life there's hope.

So I'm not giving up. Not now, not ever.

[Private to Ianto]

Neither am I. As long as you're still hoping, I can believe that we'll find a way to be together.

[Private to Lorne]

And as long as I'm hoping, I hope it's soon.

[Private to Ianto]

Oh, god. So do I. Tomorrow wouldn't be soon enough. Five minutes ago would be closer.

[Private to Lorne]

*laughs* If you were here five minutes ago you'd be here already and what would I be doing typing?

[Private to Ianto]

You wouldn't be. I'd have dragged you away from the computer the second I got there.

[Private to Lorne]

That's more like it. Dragging me away, introducing yourself as you undress me . . .

[Private to Ianto]

Running my hands and my lips over every inch of skin as it's exposed. Memorizing every freckle, every hair.

So nice to finally meet you, Mr. Jones.