Jack

[whispersoflove]

Continued from here.

The kiss was lovely, through and through. Anael carded his fingers through Jack's wet hair as it deepened; yes, he could stand for Jack's grin to fade for a moment like this. His other arm wrapped around Jack's waist, his feet firmly planted on the bottom of the Serpentine. The cold water had no effect on him and he was entirely focused on the man against him, Jack's strong body, the way they kissed, the swell of his heart in the moment.

The kiss was better than lovely; it was beautiful.

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[im_torchwood]

Jack was content to squirm and twist, rut and stretch and grab. He kissed Anael's mouth, cheeks, chin. His neck and shoulders and chest. He was in no hurry, delighting in the simple peace of closeness.

[whispersoflove]

Anael chuckled warmly as Jack hit one of the soft spots on his neck. "You're a delight," he breathed out happily, fingers riding the dip of Jack's spine.

[im_torchwood]

Jack dragged the tip of his tongue lightly up the side of Anael's neck to find his earlobe and suck softly there. He chuckled softly as he did it but said nothing, instead taking every bit of enjoyment he could get from tasting and touching the other man.

[whispersoflove]

Anael sighed out in quiet happiness, shifting at the slide of Jack's tongue, then settling down into the sensations, and the feelings, both his and Jack's. He hummed softly, fingers brushing through Jack's hair, other hand sliding over the plane of his shoulder, and down his arm. Every moment was a wonder unto itself, and he sent a quiet prayer of thanks to God.

[im_torchwood]

Jack caught his hand and pulled it away from his hair just so he could begin to kiss, lick, and suck his fingertips. It was all so tender, so gentle, but the act of love, real or not, filled him with a warmth he rarely felt with random lovers.

[whispersoflove]

Anael sucked in a happy breath of air as JAck's teeth grazed oh so gently over the fleshy pad of his index finger. "You feel so very wonderful," he confided in him, his gaze bright and awed. He didn't just mean physically, either, although Jack couldn't know that, but emotionally as well. There was such warmth and intimacy playing between them, and there was a constant soft smile on Anael's lips.

[im_torchwood]

"Y'think?" Jack replied with a bit of a cocky smirk. He kissed Anael's palm, then his wrist, and only then did he return to his lips. "Let's keep it that way," he said softly against his mouth and then kissed him with a bit more fire than before.

[whispersoflove]

The fire pushed the warmth in Anael's lungs higher, until it was more like banked heat just waiting to catch on and spread. Anael shifted his leg away from between Jack's, so his legs could now bracket his hips, causing their erections to slide together as he pushed a hand back into Jack's hair. He poured a hum of assent into the kiss, assent to both the kiss itself, and the sentiment Jack had just voiced, and the angel rolled his hips, giving them both wonderful friction.

[im_torchwood]

Jack groaned as lust spiked through him. He rutted against Anael in return, his breathing faster and shallower. He was consumed with want and torn by the ache of taking his time. He didn't want to rush.

But God it was hard not to.

[whispersoflove]

Anael caught Jack's lips in another searing kiss, clearly sharing the desire flaring inside Jack. He pulled back, arms wrapped around the man, keeping him close as their hips worked together. "Would you fuck me, Jack?" he asked, whispering against his ear. "Slow, and deep, and let the rest of the world melt away? A moment stretched into eternity." Reaching out towards God, through love.

[im_torchwood]

"That was the plan," he said, breathing a bit harder as he rutted and squirmed to get as much friction as he could. His cock was hot and heavy, pounding with eager need. But he forced himself to keep his head about him and he moved to reach into the box next to the bed to get some lube.

"Condom?" he asked. It was strictly up to Anael. Jack couldn't catch or carry any illness and he really only used them with women for a birth control option.

[whispersoflove]

Anael lifted his head off the mattress when Jack moved away, then let it drop back with a happy sigh. His own hand slid over his chest, pinched his nipple, and he smiled over at Jack at the question. "No need."

It was good to be able to say the truth about it. It was almost as good to be able to do without.

[im_torchwood]

"Oh, thank God," Jack said, then moved so he could get between Anael's legs. He pushed his knees up and slicked his fingers, slowly preparing him. There was no need to be hasty...he wanted desire spiking through Anael, wanted him aching with need. Jack could control himself. He wanted this to last forever.

[whispersoflove]

"Yes," Anael replied to his words, agreeing with them and then some. He spread his legs eagerly, and sighed out as Jack's fingers pressed up into him. "Yes," he echoed, less about agreement, more about approval now.

[im_torchwood]

Jack took his time, fingers working in, twisting and stretching and fucking him nice and slow. He added more lube and more, wanting Anael slick as could be. Then he put the bottle aside so he could use that hand to stroke his cock and fondle his balls, making sure the pleasure was building to a dizzying level. He could feel the way his own heart was beating, the life energy in him building as well and starting to bleed out. Energy buzzed in the air all around them.

[whispersoflove]

Energy and warmth, as Anael let his Grace seep out the more he could feel that odd energy of Jack's. It felt so natural to let some of it shine through, when heat was packing his lungs tight, when he wasn't sure where the pleasure stopped and the emotions began. He wasn't shy when it came to letting Jack know how good he felt, soft sounds fed into the silence around them, his breath short, hips working to push up into Jack's hand, back down on his fingers, losing himself to such lovely sensations and emotions - or rather finding himself in them, as he always did, a clarity of purpose and faith that only love could provide him.

[im_torchwood]

Once Anael was slick and relaxed Jack withdrew his fingers. He didn't leave the other man empty for long, though. Jack moved in over him and guided his cock, keeping it rigid until had claimed him with every inch of his length. The penetration was slow and steady and though Jack groaned softly when he was deeply seated, it was mostly silent. He liked to imagine he could hear Anael's heartbeat...even though he knew the truth was that he just heard the rush of his own pulse in his ears.

[whispersoflove]

Anael welcomed him in every inch of the way, legs cradling his hips, hands coaxing Jack closer, deeper. He never showed even a hint of discomfort, only pleasure and joy, happiness dancing in his eyes as he tilted his hips up to take Jack in for that last inch or so. His fingers brushed through Jack's hair, and he pushed up to catch his lips in a soft, loving kiss, patiently waiting for the man to move.

[im_torchwood]

Jack found a slow, steady rhythm that would prolong the pleasure of this until he couldn't take it anymore. He kept close, kissing Anael, touching him with one hand while the other braced him up.

"God, you feel good," he said softly. "Smell good. Taste good. I want all of you..."

[whispersoflove]

"You've got me," Anael assured him, breathy and tender, fingers gentle over Jack's skin. His hips tilted to meet Jack's every languorous, exquisite thrust, and he stole kisses from him now and then, seeing no reason to deny this urge. "We can do this all night." Perhaps not this, specifically, but variations on a theme, certainly.

[im_torchwood]

"Mmm, I plan to," Jack replied. The very thought of coming and coming and coming again, getting absolutely lost in Anael made the life energy in him rise and spread, perfuming the air with fifty-first century pheromones and charging it with buzzing power.

[whispersoflove]

That brought all the sensations up a notch, and Anael moaned softly with the next thrust of Jack inside him. His skin was buzzing with it, while the warmth of his Grace was spreading through the both of them, and around the room, to the point that Anael seemed to glow faintly. "I want to feel it all," Anael told him, eyes bright with love. "Everything you'll give me."

[im_torchwood]

Jack grinned at that and began to move faster, snapping his hips more sharply. There was a slow burn in his groin as his pleasure built and he kissed Anael again, his mouth capturing the other man's so completely that he nearly had to breathe for them both.

[whispersoflove]

The sharp demand of lust slammed into Anael's at the sudden swell of sensations, and he did nothing to fight it, giving in to it and kissing Jack back in kind, fingers scratching his scalp as they carded through his hair. With the right tilt of his hips, each thrust hit his prostate just right, shocking a sound out of Anael, and into the kiss he seemed unable to surrender.

He only needed to breathe if he wanted to keep making those sounds, after all.

[im_torchwood]

"I'm going to come inside you," Jack murmured against his mouth. It was more a warning than anything- his orgasm was nothing but life and the power of it could be a shock. He didn't think it would upset Anael, though, so he simply moved faster, chasing his release with every thrust.