Experience (Torchwood, Jack/Ianto)

“You don’t have to be shy,” Jack teased as he loosened Ianto’s tie with a finger, slipping the knot loose with ease. Ianto took it from him before he could do something silly, like drop it on the floor or toss it somewhere around Jack’s office, and tucked it into his jacket pocket. He was pressed against the office wall, between the coat rack, a chair, and a bookshelf, with Jack crowding close next to him.

“Oh, I won’t be.” Ianto slid his jacket off and hung it on the coat rack conveniently nearby. He leaned in for another kiss, using it as a distraction as he pulled Jack’s jacket off, hanging it beside Ianto’s own. Jack’s hands eagerly untucked Ianto’s shirt from his pants, one hand teasing the skin along his hip while the other started on the buttons of his shirt.

“Have you ever been with a man before?” Jack whispered low in Ianto’s ear, his voice near-breathless with anticipation.

Ianto grinned and responded in a similar manner, his lips brushing against the rim of Jack’s ear. “Yes.” He grabbed his shirt before Jack could drop it and folded it over the back of the chair. “No rush,” he teased. “After all, I’m the one who’ll be doing the ironing later.”

Jack laughed at him. His hands ran along Ianto’s sides in hard, heavy strokes. “Prude.”

“Just because I like to keep my clothes tidy, that doesn’t mean I’m inexperienced.” Jack’s shirt joined his on the chair and he started on Jack’s pants.

“Right,” Jack drawled the word out disbelievingly. “I would hardly peg you for the type to be involved in an orgy.”

This was going far too slow for Ianto’s taste. He pushed until Jack’s hips hit the desk and dropped to his knees. A wince shot through him as Jack’s pants and underwear hit the floor, sprawling messily but he left them there as he licked the tip of Jack’s erection.

“Multiple.”