Janto Oneshots [smut]

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(TW for mentions of suicide and SH things.)

Y'all don't wanna know the research I had to do for this one aaaa

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There were countless times where Ianto had been wrapped up in Jack immediately after fucking him, sharing quiet conversation in the darkness, feeling his warmth against his skin, occasionally his breath against his neck.

There were people who didn't like being that close to someone every night, Ianto couldn't understand them. If he couldn't be so close to Jack that he was basically joined to him and be perfectly content with him, he couldn't sleep with him. Alas, he was at complete ease around him, he was comfortable with everything and anything Jack did.

The feeling was mutual, of course; Ianto could lay himself directly on top of him without a single complaint-- so he did.

Immediately, Jack welcomed the embrace, snaking his arms around Ianto and completely covering his skin with tracing hands running along his stomach and his chest. The feeling made Ianto shiver, groaning a little before Jack's hands settled and fell still.

"Jack?"
Jack hummed in reply and Ianto felt his chest vibrate beneath him, which was strangely really hot. "You know when you do that thing where you describe exactly how you're gonna do something in explicit detail?" Ianto began, just trying to start some kind of conversation; Jack replied with another longer hum, so he simply continued, "explain your logic behind that whole stunt." Truthfully, he just wanted to listen to him speak. It helped him relax.

Tracing a single finger down the center of Ianto's chest and stomach, Jack inhaled deeply. "When you sleep with someone, they expect you to do it fairly regularly. Without speaking, they might feel nervous, nerves can get... Distracting," Jack's finger paused at the very bottom of his torso before his whole hand retraced it's steps back upwards, "By being incredibly vulgar and comfortable with talking about what's gonna happen, you're not only being incredibly hot, but you're also letting them get used to the idea of sleeping with you."

Ianto closed his eyes, pleasantly comforted by his gentle voice and his hands. "Why do you do it to me then, if I'm already used to it?" He fueled the flame, getting Jack to carry on talking. "Well.. Many reasons, really. You don't feel like you need to fill any silences if I'm talking, in general you just like it when I talk like that to you," Ianto nodded in agreement, "If I tell you exactly what I want you to think about, I'm getting my way without you even realising."

Suddenly, Ianto felt really warm inside. Jack had said that sentence completely calmly, although there was something about knowing that he was pulling on his strings that made his stomach flip. Did he really want to be manipulated that badly? Why was he just rolling over and taking it with the obedience of a bloody hound? Did Jack really need to make manipulation so damn sexy? Why was it all a-okay with him, as long as Jack was saying something really hot in the meantime?

Realising that it'd been silent for a while, Ianto began trying to come up with a reply. Before he'd gotten there, Jack started chuckling softly beneath him. "Look at you, God, your brain's smoking through your ears, Ianto.."
"Sorry."
"Mmh, no. Don't be, it's cute. It's not manipulation if you want it too, y'know."

Ianto snorted, shaking his head, "No, then it's just good manipulation." Jack, unphased, tightened the hold on Ianto. "You like it though, don't you, Ianto Jones?" He forced him into a blush, combining all of his favourite things together into one sentence: that mocking tone as he questioned him, that confident assumption that was always correct, that way he said his full name against his ear, drowning it in sweet, sweet intimacy... Jack had pushed him right back into 'on mode', Ianto couldn't manage any more words, he simply nodded briskly.