Sam and Ianto, the morning after.

[necessary_child]

If you catch it from the corner of your eye, Sam's room practically dazzles with the protective wards he's put on it, so thickly has he laid his magic. And Sam Linnfer, the not-so-lucky Lucifer with the bright boyish grin and dark, dark eyes is justifiably paranoid, in some ways, so it's here that he and Ianto Jones ended up, last night.

But that was last night, and Sam has ever been a light sleeper, so he wakes up as the light begins to stretch tentative fingers through the curtained window, and looks at Ianto sprawled asleep beside him, and grins.

That was fun.









[OOC: Adult content in thread.]

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[likesthecoat]

Ianto does not get a lot of sleep--well, back up. He has not got a lot of sleep for the last six months or so. He's been making up for it lately, and the athleticism before bed has certainly helped.

So he's slept like a log even in this strange bed, and when he wakes up there's only a slight moment of disorientation.

When he focuses on Sam, though, he smiles back.

[necessary_child]

"Morning," Sam says, stretching like a cat but making no particular moves towards getting up.

"Slept well?"

Totally not smirking at all. Nope. No smirk there.

[likesthecoat]

"Good morning." His voice is a bit gravelly. "I did, thank you. You?"

Yes, he's polite even when he's naked.

[necessary_child]

He is, and it makes Sam grin even as he reaches over to play with Ianto's hair.

"I did," he assures him solemnly. "Very well."

[likesthecoat]

"Good," Ianto says softly and closes his eyes as he tilts his head into Sam's hand. "Sometimes it's hard, sleeping with a new person . . ."

[necessary_child]

Sam kisses him, briefly, while Ianto's eyes are closed.

"I tend to sleep pretty lightly, anyway."

[likesthecoat]

Ianto touches Sam's cheek, coaxing him back. "Even tired out?"

[necessary_child]

"Even then. I don't get tired out so easily," he admits, obediently leaning back over and kissing him again.

[likesthecoat]

"Lucky bloke," Ianto murmurs, kissing him.

Ianto likes kissing. A lot.

[necessary_child]

It shows!

Sam is rather keen on it too, and Ianto's lips are extremely kissable, so he won't be pulling away for a while.

[likesthecoat]

Sam's are, too, and Ianto's missed kissing someone who kisses back.

(Ianto's kissing history has been . . . interesting, lately.)

[necessary_child]

Sam's kissing history is always interesting, possibly because he is a slut.

It's a hard life, but someone's got to live it.

And right now that someone is running his hands slowly down Ianto's sides, touching just for the sake of touching, because Ianto is all pale skin and prettiness and he can.

[likesthecoat]

Ianto is not normally a slut, but grief often makes people do things they normally wouldn't.

Ianto touches him back, rubbing his palms over Sam's back and shoulders. His hands are narrow and long, and very warm.

[necessary_child]

And that's okay, because Sam is warm and tactile and isn't about to expect any more than Ianto wants to give, and if that makes last night a one-off then that's okay too.

But he likes being touched. Likes it a lot, and it shows.

[likesthecoat]

Ianto pulls back enough to murmur, "We--er--that is, I--" and then rolls his eyes at himself and just kisses him harder.

Living in the moment has its advantages.

[necessary_child]

Sam would grin, but his lips are involved in other pursuits right now. Not that he's objecting, as his hands drift a little more roughly along the other man's skin, down his sides and over his rear.

[likesthecoat]

Ianto arches closer to him, clutches at him a little tighter, kisses him a little deeper.

[necessary_child]

Sam's hands are small, with an artist's long slim fingers, and are expertly rough against Ianto's skin as they cup, then squeeze, his rear.

[likesthecoat]

Ianto breaks off the kiss with a moan and smiles at Sam with half-closed eyes. "Again?"

[necessary_child]

Sam grins back at him, mischievious, and dips his head to lick slowly along Ianto's neck to his jaw, then up to his earlobe.

Murmured, "If you want."

[likesthecoat]

"I want," Ianto breaths, hands tightening on Sam's hips. "I want."

[necessary_child]

He nips briefly at Ianto's earlobe, and chuckles.

"Your wish is my command," he whispers, and kisses Ianto again, a slow, hard, lingering kiss.

Then - "Turn over?"

[likesthecoat]

Ianto obeys, turning over quickly and getting comfortable as he can on his stomach.

[necessary_child]

One of Sam's hands reaches out, calling a tube of lubricant from where it fell last night.

(Magic - not just for spells and obtaining coffee.)

He doesn't use it right away, however, instead preferring to kiss slowly down Ianto's spine, starting from the nape of his neck.

[likesthecoat]

Ianto quietly moans, resting his head on his arms, and his hips shift restlessly.