"Sure, I would," Tosh said, as Gwen leaned forward for a better view. She couldn't help but notice Gwen's breasts, swaying a little, and the slight rise where her nipples pressed through bra and t-shirt.
"Someone ought to," she continued, swallowing. She shifted minutely in the chair. "But that'd be weird, don't you think? Would you, if...Rhys...?"
"Oh yes," Gwen said. "Ianto's a little skinny for my type, mind."
There was a moment of contemplative silence; on the screen Ianto had turned his head to the side and she could see his face, his open mouth, could almost see even through the CCTV the high flush in his cheeks. It was voyeuristic, no doubt, and a little taboo, but wasn't that the appeal of it? With Gwen's arm brushing hers and the low tightness of her own arousal making it difficult to sit still. Ianto was very fit, and his body had turned enough for her to see almost all of his cock as his hand moved faster.
"Do you think -- "
"What about if we -- "
They both spoke at the same time, and Gwen gave a nervous laugh. "You first."
"No, you," Tosh said, trying not to look at Gwen's breasts. Which meant looking back at Ianto, and the soft skin of his waist, his long fingers. He'd slowed -- he was drawing it out, she realised, enjoying himself now.
"It would be good for the team," Gwen breathed. "Torchwood business. Rhys wouldn't have to know. And then it wouldn't be...weird, just one of us, if it were both."
"Fun," Tosh agreed. Ianto ducked his head and began to move quickly again, long even strokes. "But it'd be us, too..."
Gwen turned her head, and Tosh saw a slight grin on her face. She leaned across to zoom in the camera just a little, and her arm brushed against Tosh's breasts.
"I wouldn't mind," she said.
On the screen, Ianto's body tensed and then his hips jerked one last time. He was still for a moment, and both women held their breath until he relaxed slightly, still breathing hard.
Tosh turned away as Ianto straightened and began tidying up. Watching him pull his pants up slightly and buckle his belt somehow made it more...real, less of a fantasy, and more invasive to watch.
"So...?" she asked. Gwen nodded. She closed the CCTV window and sat contemplating the idea, Gwen still leaning against her chair, until Ianto appeared in the doorway from the archives. He looked as neatly-assembled as ever, not a hint in his face of what he'd been doing in the archives.
Tosh looked up at Gwen, and Gwen looked at her, and both of them tried not to look directly at Ianto, or to laugh at how little he knew about what they were planning. When a few giggles escaped, Ianto gave them an inquiring smile, but didn't speak as he passed them on his way to make the afternoon coffee.
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"Someone ought to," she continued, swallowing. She shifted minutely in the chair. "But that'd be weird, don't you think? Would you, if...Rhys...?"
"Oh yes," Gwen said. "Ianto's a little skinny for my type, mind."
There was a moment of contemplative silence; on the screen Ianto had turned his head to the side and she could see his face, his open mouth, could almost see even through the CCTV the high flush in his cheeks. It was voyeuristic, no doubt, and a little taboo, but wasn't that the appeal of it? With Gwen's arm brushing hers and the low tightness of her own arousal making it difficult to sit still. Ianto was very fit, and his body had turned enough for her to see almost all of his cock as his hand moved faster.
"Do you think -- "
"What about if we -- "
They both spoke at the same time, and Gwen gave a nervous laugh. "You first."
"No, you," Tosh said, trying not to look at Gwen's breasts. Which meant looking back at Ianto, and the soft skin of his waist, his long fingers. He'd slowed -- he was drawing it out, she realised, enjoying himself now.
"It would be good for the team," Gwen breathed. "Torchwood business. Rhys wouldn't have to know. And then it wouldn't be...weird, just one of us, if it were both."
"Fun," Tosh agreed. Ianto ducked his head and began to move quickly again, long even strokes. "But it'd be us, too..."
Gwen turned her head, and Tosh saw a slight grin on her face. She leaned across to zoom in the camera just a little, and her arm brushed against Tosh's breasts.
"I wouldn't mind," she said.
On the screen, Ianto's body tensed and then his hips jerked one last time. He was still for a moment, and both women held their breath until he relaxed slightly, still breathing hard.
Tosh turned away as Ianto straightened and began tidying up. Watching him pull his pants up slightly and buckle his belt somehow made it more...real, less of a fantasy, and more invasive to watch.
"So...?" she asked. Gwen nodded. She closed the CCTV window and sat contemplating the idea, Gwen still leaning against her chair, until Ianto appeared in the doorway from the archives. He looked as neatly-assembled as ever, not a hint in his face of what he'd been doing in the archives.
Tosh looked up at Gwen, and Gwen looked at her, and both of them tried not to look directly at Ianto, or to laugh at how little he knew about what they were planning. When a few giggles escaped, Ianto gave them an inquiring smile, but didn't speak as he passed them on his way to make the afternoon coffee.