more_flexible | [for daniel]

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.

"I'm sure of that." He kept stroking him slowly and stepped closer. Jack brought his arm around and held Daniel close, the firm rod of a handle in his grasp, extending along bare skin. He took the opportunity to worry Daniel's neck with his teeth and move across his pulse to his shoulder before biting sharply and sucking at the same time.

Daniel's knees buckled for a minute and it was only the leather straps that kept him upright. He took a few breaths and got his feet back underneath him. "That all you got?" he said, voice remarkably calm while the rest of him was slowly starting to unravel.

Jack laughed with his mouth still clamped to Daniel's shoulder. He ultimately let go, swiping his tongue along the grooves his teeth had left, the righted himself.

"I've barely gotten started," he said softly. He took a step one way and pushed Daniel the other, turning him around so Jack was behind him. "You want to pick a word? Trust only goes so far."

"Just started?" Oh, jesus. He'd known what he was getting himself into, but there were degrees on the theme and this was by far the highest degree he'd been at in years. Still. He wasn't going to back away from this. "I don't screw around when I stay stop, Jack. I don't mean one thing and say another. And you'd...probably wouldn't be surprised just how far my trust in you goes."

He'd left and come back. That was really all Daniel needed.

Warm, soft lips pressed against the nape of Daniel's neck, lingering as Jack smiled again. "I'm not even going to test how far, Daniel." He paused, stepped back, and began low before working his way up. None was all that hard, only a few went far enough to raise welts, but the lashes just kept coming without rhythm.

"Which is why-" a gasp, an arch, and a moan of Jack's name "-why you have it." Daniel squirmed a little, looking for more than what he was getting. Harder, more skin on skin, something that he wasn't getting, he just wasn't sure what that was. His skin was itching for something and he just wished he knew why.

He paused and ran his fingertips up from tailbone to neck, then twisted his wrist and raked his nails back down fast. They did raise welts. He could feel them even though he couldn't see them when he ran his fingers from one side to the other and around his waist. He was pressed tight, bare chest against raw back and jeans still on. He ground his hips forward, finding friction against the curve of Daniel's ass.

"Is she going to be pissed off if you come home torn up?" he whispered, nuzzling lightly against Daniel's neck, a sharp contrast to the pain from moments earlier.

Daniel arched sharply as the nails ran down his back and he cried out. It took a minute for him to breath and another minute for him to focus on Jack's question. He closed his eyes and leaned back a little. "I...she shouldn't. I'll tell her not to worry."

It wasn't her business and he was a big boy and could take care of himself. Even when he was bound and naked in the barn.

"How torn up are we talking?"

Jack licked a slow line from pulse to shoulder, then stepped back. He answered the question with an actual, full strike that landed diagonally with a sound that made one of the horses farther down startle. Just the one strike and he was against Daniel's body again, kissing and biting and reaching around to stroke him again.

"She doesn't need to," he whispered. "You're mine to worry about."

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