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Fic: The Secretary (Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, NC-17)

Author: Hope (
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Fandom: Torchwood
Wordcount: ~7000

Rating: NC-17
Characters(s): Jack/Ianto
Warnings: mild bondage
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Summary: “Have you always had such an unhealthy fixation on office supplies, sir?” / “Only since I got a secretary.”
Read on the AO3.
Mirrored on LJ: http://angstslashhope.livejournal.com/1545122.html
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begins with the winged lines of Jack's collarbones, leaving straight, white lines of tape like paths to the hollow of Jack's throat. Ianto rolls the little wheel back and forth in the dip lightly, then presses down harder again to drag a line down Jack's breastbone.
Yum. Great work.
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:D Glad you liked this. Thanks for commenting :)