"Sounds--" a gasp, "--fantastic." With a satisfied groan, Ianto impaled himself fully, seated firmly in the cradle of Jack's hips. God, it felt amazing. Jack was lacking in neither length nor girth, and the head of his cock pressed insistently against Ianto's sweet spot. At times like this, he sometimes wondered why he ever bothered to top when he could have this all the time. Then he remembered how Jack felt when he was hot and tight around him, and he stopped wondering.

After a brief period of adjustment, Ianto rose up a little, the muscles of his thighs flexing, and slid down again. Slowly, he began to establish a rhythm.