Ianto waited a moment, then pointedly raised an eyebrow, "Satisfied?" "We could go again..." "We will," Ianto promised with a small smirk that only just reached his face, "but I wanna watch you finish that coffee first." Jack frowned, "Do I have to?" Ianto didn't even need to answer; the glare told him that it was an order, and even though he had just come incredibly violently, he couldn't help but shuffle slightly with intrigue. There was something masterful within Ianto Jones, and Jack was the only one recieving it. It made him feel quite special. --------------------------------------------------- Ah, the cursed lair of my smutfics. Bet you weren't expecting that. But yeah, these ones are just my "little" Jack x Ianto oneshots I considered "too ghastly" to post somewhere I can be traced by people I know 😨 They aren't even that bad. You're welcome, though 😍