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Comment Porn Battle Post AMTDI/SUV Sex/Solo Sex

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Hey, it's party time! Everybody's welcome to kick in some porn!

Yes, three themes this weekend: Aliens Made Them Do it, Sex in the Torchwood SUV and Solo Sexing!

You can combine or choose one.

1. This should relate to TW or Doctor Who in some way. Crossovers are fine! The SUV counts as a character.
2. It should fit in the comment box. (That's about 500 words, max.) Please put the fandom and pairing in the subject line.
Example: Torchwood Jack/Tosh
3. If you wish to write something longer, just add a summary or snippet and link to your LJ, or reply to your first comment with extra porn.
4. WIP snippets are fine, but the story shouldn't be published earlier - the Battles are for new sexy things. :)
5. Anon commenting is turned on with screening, in case you prefer to be anonymous.
6. Any ship-war sniping/negativity will be deleted.

Give posters a chance to edit, etc. before replying to a porn post, please. You know how that ruddy preview thing works (badly).

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Guh! HOT!!!

"Don't want you," Ianto managed to gasp through the buzzing in his head. "I just want a job."

That is just perfect. Oh, Ianto, you're not at all in denial :P

mmmm, that was hot! SUV is a sexy vehicle, so Jack/Gwen/SUV is double hotness. :P
You should write some sequels with this pairing :P

Yeah, well, it's Tosh, who, as much as I hate to say it, probably doesn't get lucky a great deal (even though you know, she did in some ways in the show. Well, okay, only from a physical standpoint.), so really? Having sex with Owen? I'm sure she was first, even if she didn't want to be. I bet she would have been more worried if she had been the last one.

Oh Tosh. ♥

This is nice! I love the atmosphere, and the way it builds. And this was great:

Gwen's knee was pressed between Tosh's and now when a minute bled into another the warmth of Tosh's body soaked through the layers of wet material, thigh to thigh. Ianto, frozen, stared at them through the SUV window. His breath fogged the glass.

"Don't want you," Ianto managed to gasp through the buzzing in his head. "I just want a job."

For this alone, you get cheese toasties!

I love your brain!

Ianto's got a Very Fine View of the pyramids from where he's standing, you betcha. ;-)

Thanks, hon!!

The first thing Gwen becomes aware of is pleasure. Intense and completely hedonistic, originating between her legs and spreading out throughout her entire body in little delightful currents.

Next, she becomes aware of sound. Moans – breathy, loud, uninhibited and hers.

But not just hers.

There are also the occasional grunt, and low, hoarse groans that sound nothing like Rhys.

She opens her eyes.

Ianto is beneath her. On his back, naked, eyes tightly shut and face drawn almost as if he’s in pain. She’s straddling him, moving up and down on his cock slowly, rhythmically. Ianto’s hands have a tight grip on her hips, and he thrusts up to meet her on every stroke. It feels bloody fantastic.

They’re in Jack’s office, behind the desk, and as she looks around, following the trail of discarded clothes across the floor, to try and understand how they ended up in this position, her eyes fall on a the small puddle and fragments of the broken pheromone spray bottle, right underneath the still-open safe.

Right.

Jack was away on a meeting, and they had a little accident.

As more senses start coming back, she realizes she can still smell the pheromone in the air, sweet and fruity. She remembers Owen’s explanation. “Human become desensitized after a prolonged exposure, and because some areas of the brain become desensitized before other areas, you actually regain control of your actions even as your body continues to demand sexual gratification. Talk about an exercise in self control.”

Gwen whimpers, then cries out as a particularly well-angled thrust sends her into another orgasm.

Fuck, they were in so much trouble.

When she recovers a little, she looks at clock on the wall. They’ve been at it for hours, but for some reason, probably due to even more pheromone side-effects, she’s not feeling the least bit sore.

Ianto’s movements inside her slow down a fraction, and as she looks down she finds him watching her, his eyes wide with returning clarity.

“I… Do you…?” he asks roughly.

His hips, like hers, seem to keep moving of their own volition.

She nods at him. “Don’t even think about stopping. I’ll bloody kill you if you do.”

Ianto makes a sudden move, rolling sideways and flipping their positions without ever disentangling their bodies. Now Gwen’s back is pressed against the cold floor, and Ianto runs his hand down the curve of her ass, along her thigh, to hook behind her right knee. He pulls her leg up, so her thigh is nearly pressed against her chest. His next thrust pushes him impossibly deep into her, and they both cry out at the sensation.

“Not stopping,” he manages to gasp out.

Gwen arches her back and moans loudly.

They were both going to hell.

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This is sort of a prequel to my fic "Call it what you will" found here: http://marita-c.livejournal.com/19443.html

Mmmm, braaaaains. Thanks so much! Yeah, Ianto's head is in denial, but his dick's a bit smarter. (hmm...the reverse of the usual male situation) *g*

Well, this is kinda...boiling hot! Wow. Why didn't you include this in your fic, again? \0/

I love this from Gwen:
She nods at him. “Don’t even think about stopping. I’ll bloody kill you if you do.”

and Ianto's "Not stopping" in return. Yum.

The rain fell in headache patterns, thrumming, and Gwen's legs began to shake from the strain.

Really loved all of this, but your descriptions are especially tasty!

Lovely and subtle, yet very sexy.

Steamy! And this is a prequel? :o (Awesome!)

Fuck, they were in so much trouble.

Of all the things one can get in trouble over at Torchwood, this seems like one of the... best ways. ;)

Hee! thankyou.

Thank!

Actually, I would have expected Gwen to figure out by now that if there's any place this sort of thing will not get you in trouble in, it's Torchwood ;)

(If anything, your boss may decide to join in :P )

Just read the sequel, but I wanted to pop in and tell you that this was awesome!

and thanks again ;)

Just another day at Torchwood...

This was great - can totally see this happening!

I know. Man, I can't seem to stop beating on Tosh these days. Tosh! I really do love you!

Thanks! :)

Thank you. I'm glad it was sexy, sorry there was not more porn. ;)

...and this would be even BETTER! :D

Oh, I totally wrote a sequel to that fic (which could have been titled: 'Aliens made you do it the first time, but the second time was all your fault') in which that exact thing happened (yay! threesome! with sex toys!).

Unfortunately, it was lost forever when my laptop was stolen a few months ago, and I just couldn't bring myself to re-write it. :(

Maybe I'll get to it someday...

*beams* Thank you :) Glad you liked.

Rhys! And the triple simultaneous orgasm, ha! Almost made me burn a tray of cookies.

*giggles* I know, couldn't resist :) Sorry about your cookies :)

They said they were out getting it washed and waxed. The previous day, Owen had spilled an entire can of some energy drink on the bonnet, and it had eaten into Ianto's wax job, and the look he had got when they'd come back from the field had made him fear for his life when the coffee was set in front of him. His instincts had been proven right when, after eyeing the steaming cup, he'd stuttered out an offer to go get the car professionally cleaned, and Ianto had whisked the coffee off his desk, simply saying, "You don't want that. I'll get you a fresh one."

Jack had handed over the keys with a wry smile that either said, 'Smart move escaping the laxative coffee,' or 'Don't do anything I wouldn't do.' Perhaps both.

Anyway. Right. The car was sliding down the automated rollers, and the brushes were swiping the sides. Waves of foam rolled down the windows and Suzie's hand was in his pants, her fingers sinfully working his foreskin, her mouth attached to his in a manner that made him wonder just how many different simultaneous directions she could turn her spine. He had his hands under her shirt, but he had to pull back when she lowered her mouth to his crotch, her free hand twisting the undone seatbelt around and around her wrist as if she wanted to anchor herself there. The buckle finally stopped her, and he watched, a little fascinated, as her fingers asphyxiated into pink and then red while her tongue worked his cock, woah, tongue and a little teeth.

He wasn't sure just when he came, because both of his hands were wrapped in Suzie's hair when the car came out of the wash, and the steering wheel, which had recently been straight, was at an angle. As soon as the car left the conveyor, it began to listlessly roll to the left sharply, and Owen had to tug his hands back out of Suzie's hair just as she swallowed around his cock, the back of her tongue lathing the side in a way that made him wonder if she was also part cat.

The cat thing was a little creepy.

"Park it," she said when she came up for air, and then he was skidding the SUV into the spot farthest from the wash, farthest from anyone, and hiking up her skirt as she laid back against the bucket seat, pulling the recline lever. He crawled into the foot space, thinking that all this could have been easier it they would just move to the backseat, but when Suzie was in the mood, delaying was not a wise option.

He didn't even bother pulling down her knickers, just yanked with two fingers, pulling them aside from her crotch and burying his nose in it, smelling the wetness of her, soft curls brushing his chin when he lapped at her clit, tongue delving into her off and on, his other hand pressing and rubbing wherever his mouth wasn't at the moment. Suzie reached back with one arm and grabbed the headrest, her other petting him, purring, saying things like "oh god, slow down, no, wait, yeah, yeah there, oh Jesus, no. Oh right there, pet." One of her feet flipped over his shoulder and propped itself up on the dashboard.

He brought her off with his fingers, his tongue lazy, tip of it swirling about her clit, mouth clipping the labia in little grabs –he didn't like teeth nearly as much as she did—before pressing a few insincere kisses against her thighs and crawling back to his side of the front.

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