Title: Anytime
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Ianto Jones/Tenth Doctor
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Table: 30_sex_scenes
Prompt: 10, Rimming
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own Ianto Jones or the Tenth Doctor. Please do not sue.

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The Doctor reached up to pull Ianto down to him for a kiss, ignoring the fact that he was dripping wet. The two of them had just gotten out of the bath, and he hadn't bothered to dry off much before he'd headed straight for the bedroom that they shared.

Ianto had followed him readily, and now here he was, lying in bed wrapped in his lover's arms. By the gleam in Ianto's eyes, he could tell that the other man had something in mind, though he couldn't imagine what. But he was ready for anything, the Time Lord told himself firmly.

Ianto propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at him. There was love and desire in that gaze -- a love that reached out to him and enveloped him, a love that was so strong it could never die or fade away. That gaze mirrored what he felt in his own hearts.

"I want you," Ianto breathed, and the Doctor nodded, his own desires matched by the breathless desire he heard in those few brief words. All he wanted was for Ianto to make love to him, for their bodies to unite and become one, for them to be entwined in passion.

"You can have me anytime, love," the Doctor answered, his tone throaty and husky. "Take me, Ianto. Make love to me. I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone." His arms tightened around his lover's shoulders, pulling down towards him again.

"Turn over, sweetheart," Ianto whispered into his ear, those soft lips brushing against his skin. "I want to try something that we haven't done in a while, if you'll trust me enough to let me do it. You know that I'm not going to hurt you. Don't be afraid."

"I could never be afraid of you," the Time Lord answered, obeying his lover's words and rolling over onto his stomach. He didn't know what Ianto was planning, but he trusted his young lover completely. This man would never do anything to him that he didn't want.

Still, he couldn't stop the little frisson of trepidation that ran down his spine. Whatever Ianto was going to do, he knew that he would always say no, and his lover would stop. But it still made him a little uneasy to be lying on his stomach, with no idea of what was coming.

He'd had too many incidences with the Master that had started like that, when he'd been held captive at various times by that monster. It had given him an uneasiness about being taken from behind, though he had to admit that being with Ianto had helped him in that area.

There was no reason to be uneasy about anything that Ianto wanted to do to him, the Doctor reassured himself. His lover was a gentle man, especially when they were in bed together. There would be nothing to fear with him, no reason to think there would be pain of any kind.

There could never be any pain with Ianto, he admonished himself, dismissing that thought from his mind as soon as it popped up. Ianto would never do anything to harm him in any way -- and if he told his lover not to do something, his wishes would be respected.

He moaned softly as Ianto's warm hands began to move down his back, a finger trailing down the curve of his spine. He loved feeling those hands on his body; no one touched him like Ianto. He would know that touch anywhere, even in the deepest darkness.

That finger continued to move downwards, sliding along the cleft of his ass. The Doctor moaned again and spread his legs; he was fairly sure that Ianto's hand was heading in that direction. Very well, if Ianto wanted to take him from behind, he had no objections to that.

However, it only took a moment for him to discover that Ianto had something quite different on his mind. The Doctor gasped when he felt warm breath on his thighs, his eyes flying open. Ianto couldn't be planning that, could he? It was something they didn't do very often.

When that wet, warm tongue touched his skin, the Doctor groaned again, his body going limp. It only took a few seconds for that warm tongue to make its way to his entrance, swirling and licking, making his senses reel with each movement.

He knew what Ianto was going to do to him; he always enjoyed it when it happened, but it was still a bit of a shock when Ianto chose to go down this particular road. He was comfortable with it, but only with this man. It had never been something he'd wanted anyone else to do.

But Ianto had such a marvelously talented tongue that this was an incredible pleasure for him. Why didn't they do this more often? the Doctor thought, closing his eyes and giving himself over to that pleasure. It was something they should indulge in far more often.

He gasped again when Ianto's tongue pushed inside him, his hands clutching at the sheets. Did anything ever feel so good as giving himself over to his lover, no matter what position their bodies might be in? Could anything possibly be so right?

The Time Lord spread his legs further, moaning his lover's name. He dimly felt Ianto's hands sliding under him to lift his ass into the air, that long, strong tongue entering him again, then sliding out of him to swirl around his entrance, igniting every nerve in his body.

That warm, wet tongue moved down to lap at his balls, then back up to his entrance again. The Doctor squirmed and moaned under the ministrations of his lover's mouth, his body feeling as though it could fly apart at any moment with the force of the climax he knew was looming.

Ianto's tongue entered him again, and in that moment, the Doctor knew that he couldn't hold back any longer. His orgasm was starting to press forward, crashing over him in a rush of sensation that left him breathless and made stars explode in his mind's eye.

His entire body shook from the force of his orgasm; for a few moments, it felt as though he couldn't move, or even breathe. He seemed to be caught up in a rapture so all-consuming that it shook his to his very core, rendering him speechless and immobile.

Slowly, Ianto sat up and turned the Doctor over onto his back, looking down into those dark eyes. The Time Lord's gaze was riveted on his lover's face; he couldn't take his eyes from Ianto's mouth. All he could do was lie there, panting, the aftershocks of his climax still washing over him.

"Are you all right, love?" It took the Doctor a few moments to realize that Ianto was looking at him with an expression of concern on his face, as though his lover was worried about him. He managed to nod, giving the younger man a tired smile.

"I'm wonderful, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice a little cracked and husky. It felt as though he hadn't used it to do anything but moan Ianto's name in quite a while; he actually had to search for the right words to say to assure his lover that he was none the worse for wear.

"That's good to hear," Ianto told him, brushing a few errant strands of damp hair back from the Doctor's face. "I know that's not something you're used to having done to you, but there are times when my libido takes over and I can't help myself."

"I'm glad that this was one of those times," the Doctor told him, feeling a blush creep into his cheeks. "It's not that I don't enjoy that particular act, Ianto. You know I do. And you can do that to me any time. I'll never say no to you, love. I couldn't."

"I love you," Ianto whispered, bending to brush a gentle kiss across the Doctor's bare shoulder. He got up from the bed, smiling at the Time Lord as he did so. "I'm running to the bathroom, love. To ...." He hesitated for a moment before adding, ".... brush my teeth."

The Doctor couldn't help smiling at the look on his lover's face; he waved a hand in the air, his dark eyes sparkling with laughter. "Go right ahead, sweetheart," he said, unable to hold back a soft laugh. "I'll still be here when you come back. Waiting for you."

He watched as Ianto hurried out of the room, admiring the slender curves of his lover's body. Oh, he would be here waiting, all right. And he would welcome Ianto back to their bed iwth open arms. He was more than eager to continue their lovemaking, and he was sure that Ianto felt just the same.

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