more_flexible | [for daniel]

The noise that came out this time was louder, a groan that would have been Jack's name if his mouth hadn't been mostly occupied with Jack's assault of it. He flexed his hands a little, testing the grip and that only made him groan harder, arching against Jack.

He certainly did know the buttons to push.

As Daniel resisted, Jack only gripped harder and held him firmly in place. He moved from lips to jaw to throat, teeth pressing into soft flesh and scraping across. His breath feathered across the wet trail his tongue cut across muscle and tendon, all the way to his collar.

Daniel leaned his head back against the wall, arching his head back to give Jack more room. Or maybe to suggest he do more. "You like having me at your mercy, don't you?" Not that he was precisely complaining, with the way his hips arched against Jack's.

A deviously soft laugh poured across Daniel's throat before Jack pulled away to look at him. "You're not at my mercy," he grinned. "Yet." Another kiss accompanied a tighter grip, then Jack smiled against his mouth and whispered, "...do you want to be?"

Daniel inhales sharply when Jack's hands tightened and his eyes closed for a minute. Then they opened and Daniel pushed again at the grip, enough to challenge, but not enough that he really meant to get away. "Jack..." He bit his lip. "What do you want?"

"You," he replied in a tone that gave away the fact that it was the most obvious answer in the world. Jack traced the curve and swell of Daniel's lips with the tip of his tongue. Holding the man in place was as much a restraint of him as it was for Jack, so he let go of his wrists and drew his hands along the length of those arm until he'd hit his chest.

"That's the gimme answer to the question, Jack." With no Jack holding his arms, they moved across Jack's back and down, cupping his ass. He leaned in, brushed his lips across Jack's and whispered, "What do you want?"

Jack leaned back at the waist, chin ducked so he looked at Daniel from beneath heavy brows, his eyes dark with desire and purpose.

"You," he rasped. He held the gaze for a moment, then something caught his eye on the wall and he grinned. Lips togeter, dimple sinking deep, he reached for the hem of Daniel's shirt and jerked to strip his torso.

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He shuddered as much from the look in Jack's eyes as the way his voice sounded. Daniel was in trouble. He was in so much trouble. He barely had a chance to lift his arms before the shirt was off and didn't have a chance to see whatever Jack had noticed.

"God, Jack."

He tossed the shirt away with one hand, the other catching a wrist again and pressing it against the wall once again. Letting Daniel's shirt fall, he reached above him and took hold of a strap of leather that had something to do with bit and bridle, not that he could recite equestrian gear at the moment. He just knew it was really fucking handy, being right there and long enough to wind around his wrist.

And that skyrocketed Daniel straight from moans to a soft whimper. He hadn't done anything this intense since Ianto. But he trusted Jack and he knew that, so he didn't put up a fight as Jack bound his wrist. But he couldn't help flashing a quick grin. "If I get rope burn, I'm making you brave the infirmary to get the stuff to help my wrists."

"It's leather, not rope," he purred, securing one arm before catching the other and forcing it upwards. It wasn't too tight, but the strap was looped through a ring and while there might be some slack...Daniel wasn't going to go anyplace.

"And if I go get something, I'm leaving you here," he continued, lips close to Daniel's ear as his voice dropped to a whisper. "Naked. Bound. Marked. You trust me to come back?"

"Semantics," Daniel returned, testing the restraints. This was...not at all what he'd expected when he'd walked in here. His eyes stayed on Jack as he licked his lips and nodded slowly. "I trust you with a hell of a lot more than that," he said softly. Although just the thought of it, naked, bound, and marked, made him swallow.

Jack grinned as he surveyed his handiwork, how Daniel's wrists looked strapped and knotted. He looked down the curve of muscle, the jut of elbow, and the way biceps flowed into shoulders and chest.

"Gorgeous," he murmured to himself, tracing a soft line with his fingertip from the crook of the elbow all the way to a nipple. "You realize I could do just about anything I wanted to you."

Daniel let out his breath in a rush when Jack's hand reached his nipple. "You realize I'm not stopping you." He flushed a little and looked down when Jack called him gorgeous. "Crappy hair," he said as a retort instead. He wasn't sure whether he believed Jack or not. He'd been called...well, all kinds of things, few of them complimentary in his time.

"They shear the sheep...I bet there's something in here I could cut it off with," he answered. He pressed a slow kiss to Daniel's lips, ghosted his thumb across his nipple, then stepped back and walked away into the darkness of the expansive building.

Daniel stared at Jack for a minute before his brain did the mental leap. He wasn't talking about shearing anything below the belt. He relaxed a little and kept his eyes peeled on the darkness, waiting for Jack's return, trying not to think about how anyone taking a late night stroll could find him.

"I believe you promised naked," he said to the air.

The animals moved and there was a quiet clinking of metal on metal, then nothing. Nothing until Jack was nearly back and his footsteps announced his return.

"No luck...no haircut. But I did promise..." he said as he approached Daniel. Without any hesitation, he undid Daniel's jeans and shoved them off his hips along with his shorts, letting them pool at his ankles. He skimmed his hands back up to his waist and stepped close, only his own jeans between them. "I'll cut your hair later."

"And you always keep your promises," Daniel said hoarsely. He watched Jack carefully. He didn't think that Jack had been going to get something to cut Daniel's hair with, but he wasn't sure why he'd gone. "Okay, then. Later." He licked his lips. "What now?" 'Marks' flashed through his head and his breath hitched a little.

"What now? What's your hurry?" Jack asked, brushing his lips lightly across Daniel's collarbones, breathing in. One hand left his waist and curled behind Jack's back. A few seconds later a lash cut across the tops of Daniel's thighs, just hard enough to sting. The way Jack breathed, the way he continued mapping Daniel's skin with just lips and air, it was almost possible the strike hadn't come from him at all.

The lash produced a gasp from Daniel who, despite the fact that Jack looked as if he hadn't moved, knew who it had come from. He hadn't known what he'd been expected, which seemed par for the course from Jack.

"Just..." He swallowed. "Just like to know where I stand, that's all." He hadn't meant it the way it sounded. Not purposefully, at least.

"Mine," Jack whispered against his skin, then whispered it between every kiss he pressed from shoulder to shoulder. Whispered it after every strike that climbed higher, over his ass to the small of his back.

"You're Mine," he said against Daniel's lips befor ehe kissed him again, roughly forcing his tongue into his mouth before he could answer. That declaration was followed with a snap that cut the air before it made contact.

That hadn't been what he'd meant, but god, he wasn't complaining. He wasn't sure if the shudders were from the touch of whatever lash Jack had found or they were from the word. Mine. It was always between them, that word, and it went in both directions. No matter what else Jack was to him or he was to Jack, there was always that center.

He groaned at the sound of the crack in the air and arched forward, silently begging for more.

Jack pulled away, smiling. "You're good at this," he purred, reaching down to stroke Daniel's cock slowly. He extended his arm and snapped his wrist so just the tip struck higher, between the shoulder blades, stinging and sharp.

"Not my first time," Daniel groaned, arching away from, or maybe into, the pain. There were whimpers, but no shouts or screams. It had been a long time, a very long time, since he'd done this, but his tolerance for pain was even higher than it had been.

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