It was hot.
It was sweaty.
And it was against the glass wall of the second office upstairs.
With one stocking clad leg wrapped around Jacks waist Ianto tore at the deep blue shirt his lover was wearing, leaving in on Jacks shoulders he bent down and run his hot tongue up the side of his neck and biting at the soft muscle he found there, leaving the trail of his red painted lips as he went, staining Jacks skin, looking like smeared blood..And the way Ianto was feeling, it only made the whole thing better.
It was a cold day, and everyone had insisted on the heating been turned up full, but no one expected the bloody dial to break and had to be left on full until they could fix it. Which wouldn’t have been until tomorrow. The initial plan was for Jack to eventually go back to Iantos for the night...
Ianto’s hand slammed against the(some what weak) glass of the window and groaned as Jack turned him around and shoved him against it, falling to his knees behind him he nibbled at the tiny metal catch of the suspender until it pinged up, giving him the means and a way to tear the tight black pants off and help himself to what he found for a moment before getting up and turning the perfectly flushed Ianto around again and meeting him with a passionate, desperate kiss.
Placing his leg back to were it was again Ianto thrust himself against Jack, getting much the same back.
On of his hands gripped Jacks shoulder, the other was unbluckling Jacks belt and shoving at his trousers.
‘Fuck me. Now.’ Ianto’s voice was gravely and deep as he clung to his partner, breathing heavily as he buried his perfectly made up face into Jack’s damp, strong neck.

Staring into each others eyes Jack slid inside him, the one leg that was still on the ground very nearly gave way, the leg that was around his strong lover’s waist tightened, forcing Jack forwards, deeper.
With his arms locked either side of Ianto, Jack thrust slowly, proving that he was every inch the amazing his lover he often bragged about being. Resting his forehead against Iantos with their eyes burning into eachothers, attempting to kiss but their lips merely brushing, panting into every small open-mouths kiss they did manage... Ianto had to drop his gaze for a moment, Jacks intense blue eyes became to much...
It was hot.
It was sweaty.
But that’s how this kinda sex should be...