Jonny Lee Miller and Ioan Gruffudd meet

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[On Jonny's first day at Palace, he gets directions from Ioan. Takes place a few days after this Jonny interview with Harry and immediatly before this Mads/Ioan scene.]



Ioan has been wandering around the halls of Palace, with no direct aim in mind. He's not really sure why he's wandering, but it's nice to just walk and not worry about anything at all.

Jonny, on the other hand, is lost, turned around completely, and has no idea where he is. He has some vague idea, but even the map isn't much help. "Bugger," he mutters. "What I needed, first day and I can't figure out where the fuck I am." He should probably ask someone, but he's doing his best not to embarrass himself. It's better to be lost than to not understand somebody's directions.

Ioan spots a young man looking around a ways up the hallway, com out with what Ioan can only assume to be the map. He walks over, an eyebrow quirked. "Bit lost?"

"Uh." Jonny blushes. "Yeah." He looks the man over. He seems nice enough, just from looking at him. And a servitor, from the uniform. "Could say that. I'm trying to find, not sure what I'm trying to find. Just figure out the way from my quarters to the cafeteria."

Ioan chuckles softly. "Ways off your mark, mate. Cafeteria is back that way. Take a left, then your second right, and then third right. Can't miss it."

"Left. Right. Right." It's these kinds of directions Jonny hates. They never make any sense. He prefers to use landmarks, but there doesn't seem to be any around. But he's not going to say that. "Thank you, sir."

Ioan can't stop the soft snort when the kid calls him sir. "Don't call me sir...not a title I've ever had or care to have."

"But you work here. You're a servitor." Jonny doesn't understand. "You get paid to have sex."

"Yeah, I do work here...note the uniform," He grins cheekily. "And that's no reason to call me sir...besides, it sounds weird...never been called sir before...I'm the one calling people sir, not the other way round."

"So you don't want me to call you sir?" Shite. First day and not only is he lost, but he's also indirectly offended someone by being polite. What a great way to start a new job. "Is this for all servitors, or just you?"

Ioan chuckles at the look on the kid's face. "I'm a sub...being called sir just...makes me feel awkward. No idea how other servitors would view it...well..." he gives the kid a grin. "Head over to the East Wing and I'm sure the Doms will love you for it."

Submissive. Right. Jonny relaxes. So for this man, sir means something different than just a term of respect. It means being called a dominant, which the man isn't. Makes sense. "Are you in role all the time?"

"No, I'm not..." he chuckles softly. "Gods know I can run off the mouth at people...and a word of caution...don't be snarky with strangers."

"I'm never snarky at strangers." Well, he is, but never in a new environment. "Will anybody else take offense if I'm polite?"

"Hey now, I didn't take offense," Ioan says gently. "And I doubt it..leastwise, I doubt anyone will yell at you...though I don't think most people are accustomed to being called sir...typically just the royals get titles and such I think."

"I thought the royals were Sire." Why is everyone warning him about royals? "And there's no way I'm going to run into any of them. I'm in PR."

"You will. I did. Literally. Nearly got an elbow for my efforts because the great oaf wasn't watching where he was going."

"You bumped into a royal?" Jonny bites his lip. Who the fuck is he talking to? Who the fuck calls a royal a 'great oaf' behind his back?

"Yes..." Ioan sighs softly. "Unfortunately. Mind you, I didn't know he was a royal...should wear name tags or some such..."

"But what were you doing in those levels?" Jonny knows enough about Palace to know there are upper levels just for the royals. "Don't you have to have clearance as high as the moon to go up there?"

"I'm sure you do. I wasn't up in their section. I was just wandering the main clearance hallways."

"They come down to the lower levels?" Jonny meeps. Of course, they must, to get in and out and such, but to actually hang around? Oh shit, shit, shit, shit. FUCK. He wonders if he can learn how to blend into the walls.

Ioan laughs at Jonny's reaction. "Skittish much? They don't bite...unless you're snarky...and then you might just get stuck to a wall."

"Not skittish," he mumbles, "just very excitable." Shit, not only will he blend into a wall, he could get stuck to one. Jonny makes a mental note to stay away from anyone who looks like he might be royal. Self preservation and all.

"You always this excitable?" Ioan questions, a slight glint in his eyes as he ponders how much fun that could prove to be.

"Um. Yes?" It's not a squeak. It's not a squeak. Just because it comes out high pitched and mouse-like doesn't make it a squeak.

"Oh, that could be fun..." Ioan smirks a little, leaning in close to the boy. "Boo!" he says a tad loud.

Jonny jumps. He can't help it. He's been jittery since Harry got him the job and now having this man he doesn't know almost loom over him is downright bloody jumpable. "Don't fucking do that!"

Damn...Ioan wasn't quite expecting that. "Hey, it's not like I jumped out from another room at you...I was standing right in front of you, not my fault you're skittish as a fox in a hen house."

"I'm bloody new!" Jonny says as if that explains everything. "Bastard," he grumbles under his breath.

"Oh hush. And I've been called worse," Ioan states, shrugging.

"Bet you have." Jonny straightens and looks at him. Well, fine. The bloke said he was a submissive and he's a servitor, so he must be used to this way of being quieted. Jonny leans forward and presses a kiss against Ioan's lips.

Ioan's surprised by the boy's actions, but he doesn't push Jonny away, rather he responds, kissing back.

Wow. That's Jonny's first thought. He'd figured Ioan would shove him away, but he's not complaining. Not at all. This is more than nice. Of course it is. He gets paid to have sex. You think a little kiss is beyond his skills?

Ioan doesn't press the kiss, just letting it progress on it's own, but he finally breaks it off, grinning at the kid.

"Wow." First thought, first word out. "You're, you're really good." Probably one of the stupidest comments he's ever made, but he's never been kissed by a Palace libertine before.

Ioan laughs. He can't help himself. "I'm sure there are plenty here who are better at kissing than I am. But thank you."

"You're better than anyone I've ever kissed," Jonny says. Second stupidest comment.

Ioan can't stop himself from colouring faintly. "I'll take that as a compliment then. You're not bad yourself, y'know."

"Uh, thanks." Jonny's not sure how to take that. Man's probably being polite, returning compliments and all. Jonny doesn't have enough money to buy even a second of this man's time, and he probably has a few thousand people he likes to fuck on a regular basis. Ok, maybe a hundred. Ten. But all of them are probably much better than Jonny could ever be. "I'm, um, Jonny Lee Miller." Has he said that already? He can't remember.

The kid is cute...nervous, but it's cute. "Ioan Gruffudd. So...might I ask what you're doing here? I'm assuming you're new as you were lost.." he gives the kid a charming grin.

"Yeah. Yes." Jonny can't help but return Ioan's grin. "I was just hired. My first day, I'm in PR. Trying to find my way around now, figuring out the best way to get from the office to the cafeteria."

"PR eh? That's an interesting one...I guess you'll be working with Sean then, yeah? I've heard through the grapevine the poor man is swamped...and don't feel bad about getting lost...I think everyone does...great bloody huge place."

"Yeah, Sean." Jonny's nowhere near gotten over the fact that he's working for the Sean, but he's learned how to keep it out of his voice. "And I should learn my way around soon enough." Or force people not to remember giving him directions.

"Have you met him yet? Hell..." Ioan grins a little, "have you started on anything with the job...I imagine you must have some background in it if Palace is having you do the PR..."

"My mom owns the Silk Cut...don't suppose you've ever heard of it." Few have, Jonny's found, which isn't surprising. It's a small place. "And I've worked there since I was old enough to count dildos. Today's my first day here. Haven't met Sean yet, thank goodness." The last slips out all on its own and Jonny blushes to the roots of his hair.

"No...I'm new to Palace...hell, Balize really...was working in a small pleasure house a day or so away before I got moved here." Ioan laughs when Jonny mentions Sean. "He's nice...really."

"Sure he is." Jonny bites his lower lip. "But where did you work?" he asks brightly. "I might know the place. I know most of the places around here."

"He is," Ioan reaffirms. "I worked at The Lady's Slipper...owned by Alan Rickman..."

"Oh, I've heard of that one!" Jonny grins. "Never been there myself, course, but I've heard of it. Did you like it there?"

"It was...nice..." Ioan says after a moment of silence. And it was...though not quite so accommodating to some as to others, he thinks bitterly.

Oh. So Ioan didn't like it there. Fuck. "But I bet it wasn't as nice as Palace," Jonny says quickly. "And Palace is much better for people with Talent." And he's not going to stick his foot in his mouth again and ask what Ioan's are.

"Palace is much better...it caters more to specific wants and desires...which is good if you tend to have more specialized abilities...have you got any gifts or talents...if you don't mind my asking of course..." Ioan says, giving Jonny a grin.

"Yeah," Jonny thinks he's going to be known as the blusher if this goes on long enough. "It's, well, um, hypnosis."

"Hypnosis? That's an interesting one...I'm sure the pleasure service would love to have you, being able to make people live out their fantasy and wot."

"Pleasure service?" Jonny squeaks. "No, no. I'm in admin, rightly so. Sex is more of a hobby. And there's no bloody way I'm good enough to work here for that. Not the sort who can have sex at the drop of somebody else's hat."

"It's not so much at the drop of a hat...you pick who you see, how many, and how often..." Ioan grins a little. "And I'm sure you're plenty good...besides, you work your way up...get tested and the like."

"But you still gotta start small." Jonny shrugs. "It's not the kind of thing I really want to do with my life."

Ioan shrugs. "Depends on where you test in. But if it's not your cup of tea, that works too."

"Yeah, it's not. Like I said, sex is a hobby." Jonny grins. "Fun hobby, but still a hobby."

"So...what all can you do with your hypnosis?" He grins a little. "Imagine it's a fairly useful skill..." Ioan chuckles softly. "More so than mine at least..."

"Can be useful, yeah." Jonny licks his lips. "Want me to try it out on you?" He always asks before he does it with someone he doesn't know well. You can never be sure that someone won't take offence.

Oh, why the hell not. It should be fun. "Sure. Could be fun." Ioan gives the kid a grim.

Jonny smirks. "Great. Anything in specific you want me to do to you? Do you have any shields I should know about?"

"Shields?" Ioan questions. "And surprise me." He smirks back at the kid.

"Alright, then." It's always so much easier when the subject doesn't have shields that Jonny needs to get around. Because, sometimes, on the very rare occasions, he can't. Jonny wets his lips and closes his eyes. What a silly boy. he sends. Hypnosis? What kind of fucking stupid talent is that? Probably just taking the piss. But I've nothing else to do. Might as well stand here. .... Is it getting hotter? No, can't be. But the air blowing against my skin seems much hotter...it couldn't hurt, can it? He won't mind. He's not even looking at me.

It's getting hotter, Ioan thinks, but that doesn't make any sense...and really, what was he thinking saying hypnosis was useful...hell, the kid was probably lying about it...who the hell has hypnosis for a talent. But hell, not like there's anything else going on.

Jonny grins. It's working. There must be something wrong with the air conditioning. I should go to complain, I should call, but it's so nice to stand here. So nice. Just to sway in the heat. But it's getting even hotter. Fuck, it's summer, of course it's hot. I can feel the sweat.

It's gotta be the ac, something broke or something like that, Ioan thinks obediently, and so hot...but it's nice...just standing here...not worrying about anything...well...aside from the distinct lack of ac.

Ioan's taking to it well and Jonny's almost surprised. It's been a while since anyone went down for him that quickly. That's good. Very good. Just stay still. It's too hot to move. Much too hot. Just stand here and wait for someone to fix it. I can't be the only one that's overheating. Someone with much higher clearance can get the job done faster anyway. Shouldn't have to be arsed to move. It's too hot to move.

And really, it's just too damned hot to move. Someone else can fix the damned thing...hell....he doesn't know how the things work. Just going to stay here, someone who's higher ranking will bitch and take care of it.

Normally Jonny doesn't take liberties this quickly with somebody under, but fuck it. Such a good boy. Just stay like this. He reaches forward and places his hand on top of Ioan's stomach, slowly sliding it down that soft skin. You can't feel anything. It's too hot. There's no sensation at all, except for a vague pleasantness. It's nice, isn't it? That pleasant feeling. It's enough to make you hard.

Ioan feels good...like he's just received praise for doing something right, and it sends a small shiver through him, making him want to stay where he is all the more. And he suddenly feels even nicer...a pleasant feeling...like he's being petted...sighing softly, Ioan's body starts to respond to the pleasant feelings, cock starting to harden.

Jonny grins as he watches Ioan get hard before his eyes. Sometimes he really loves his gift. Now just to reinforce it. It wouldn't do to go too fast. If anything he sends contradicts something another sense shows, it won't work and Ioan will probably snap out of it. Jonny doesn't want that. Good boy. Such a good boy. It feels so nice to stand here. Too hot to do anything but. Just stand here and feel good. He moves his hand slowly down so it cups Ioan's cock, still stroking.

Ioan's eyes drift shut, he feels so good right now, so good to just stand here, enjoy the sensations and feelings. A little part of his brain steps in and asks him what he's doing, but he brushes it aside, quite content where he is right now.

Jonny grins. That's right, he sends. Just like that. Relax and let go. Relax and let go. He strokes the line of Ioan's cock through his pants, rubbing his thumb against the head. It's so hot right now. Nothing to do but relax and let go and let me take control.

Ioan has to bite back a soft whimper, but he should just let go...control is overrated...but hell, he's know that his whole life...

Ioan must be a submissive. Jonny hasn't had anyone go down for him that quickly in months. Perfect, just like that. You can't feel anything, just the nice soft warm air brushing against your skin. Jonny's fingers slide beneath the waist of Ioan's pants and he starts playing with the fly. Wouldn't it be nice to be naked? Just you and the air, with nothing in between.

Ioan sighs softly, leaning back against the wall, hips arching up a little. And gods, but he feels so good...can't explain why...but does that really matter? And wouldn't it be nice to just get rid of his trousers...clothes are overrated anyway.

Now think about the one person you desire the most, Jonny sends as he busies himself with getting Ioan naked. Visualize him in your head. Imagine that he's standing right in front of you. Because he is.


Ioan's eyes open, and he can't stop the small noise of surprise that escapes him, because Mads is standing there...but he doesn't remember the man arriving...but that doesn't matter does it? Because the man is stripping Ioan's trousers off him, and it all just feels so good.

Jonny wishes he had a camera, because that look on Ioan's face is worth preserving for a long time. You see me standing here, just like you've always imagined. It's cooler now, I must have gotten the air conditioning back on. There's no one coming, and there never will be. It's just me and you. So why don't you do to me what you've always wanted?


The little voice in the back of Ioan's subconscious kicks in again at the thought that Mads had gotten the ac back on, and while no one is going to come...this is still public...Mads wouldn't be doing this in public...and those thoughts snap Ioan out of it, and he colours quite brilliantly when his brain fully kicks in, taking note of the situation.

Shit. He went too quickly. Jonny kicks himself. Idiot boy, you know better than to go that fast. He learned early on that if an external part acts as a check, there's nothing Jonny can do. It's why he can't make anyone think they're an animal or anything like that. He knows that stronger controllers can, but Jonny's no where near that strong. "Hi," he says brightly, wondering if Ioan kicked him out too fast that he doesn't remember anything. He hopes so. The man looks like he could snap Jonny in two.

Ioan coughs a little, pulling his trousers back up, still blushing badly. "Remind me to never piss you off..." he makes an attempt at a joke. He's not mad at the other man...hell, he'd told the guy to surprise him. And he sure as hell had. "Like I said before...that's a hell of a gift..."

"Thanks." Jonny watches as Ioan's cock disappears from sight. "And, trust me, if it was in anger, you'd know. I have shite control when I'm pissed off."

Ioan chuckles softly. "Ah, well, that's lucky for everyone else then..." He rakes his eyes over the young man..."I don't think we've introduced ourselves..." He chuckles softly. "I'm Ioan...and you sure you don't want to be in the pleasure service?"

"Jonny Lee Miller." Jonny smiles brightly. "And I'm quite sure. No way I'd be good enough, especially after seeing you."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. I've been at it for eight years. But hey, it's not everyone's cup of tea."

Jonny knows the kind of life pleasure workers lead and the thought of having to have sex whenever someone wants makes him wince. He likes to fuck when he's in the mood, which is often, but he can't imagine trying to fake it. That's one of the reasons his mother employs mostly women. They can fake it better. "Yeah," Jonny agrees. "Some of us like coffee."

Ioan laughs. "Yes indeed. And speaking of preferences, bit dangerous to have someone do whatever they've always wanted to another person, yeah? I mean...supposing they're into different stuff than you."

"I could have stopped you before you hurt me." Jonny says confidently. "But what sort of thing would you have done? Couldn't have been anything I wouldn't like."

Ioan laughs softly. "Honestly? I don't know..." he shrugs a little.

"Think about it. You're confronted with the man of your dreams - note that I'm not asking who he is - and you're given free reign." Jonny licks his lips. "Stuff of fantasies, mate. I know what I'd do."

Ioan blushes a little, more from who he had pictured than the thoughts of what he might have done. "And what would you have done then?"

"Back him against the wall and have my wicked way with him," Jonny says easily. "What about you?"

Ioan finally says after some though, "I guess I would just take my time, explore his body...find out all the little places that make him gasp and moan...find out what he likes most and give it to him..."

"So I was in no trouble at all."

Ioan chuckles softly. "No...but supposing I wanted to tie you up and take a flogger to you?" Though honestly...that thought just amuses him, because that's about the last thing Ioan would do to someone.

"I'd fucking love it," Jonny says without thinking. He blushes. "Um. That was too much information."

Ioan just laughs. "Yes, well, so would I. But the chances of me doing that to you are...well...rather non-existent."

He almost pouts at that. "Damn. No chance, then?"

"Nope. No chance." Ioan chuckles softly. "Never topped in my life, and" he shrugs here, "I haven't really got any desire to...let alone to attempt to Dom someone in any way."

"Oh." Jonny smiles. "That's cool, then. I'm not a submissive, not really. I just like to play around."

"That's cool...playing around can be fun too. So...aside from sex...what else are you interested in?"

"I like games. All sorts." Jonny licks his upper lip. "And I like running. I'm good at that. You?"

"Music...and games can be fun...reading...never really had a penchant for running..." He shakes his head a little, "something that requires nearly every day training doesn't work so well when you tend to get beaten up a bit for a living," he comments, gesturing to the bandage on the left side of his stomach.

Jonny smirks. "Yeah, but if you're a masochist, you might enjoy pulling on the muscles."

Ioan can't help but chuckle, grinning a little. "Quite true, but re-opening cuts isn't exactly a good thing. And I've no desire to cause a permanent injury to myself."

"Oh, well, that's another thing." Jonny had thought he'd meant welts and such. "Could scar, and that'd be a bad thing."

That makes him snort softly. "I don't really care so much about scarring. As should be apparent...more about infection and the like."

"I like intentional scarring more than unintentional." Ioan obviously doesn't share his tastes, judging by the look of him. There are a few that look deliberate, but Jonny never can be sure. But it's none of his business anyway.

"As do I, but it's hard to control beyond a certain extent if something will scar...sometimes the smallest scratch will leave a rather spectacular scar, and sometimes you can get quite a nasty cut that nearly needs stitches that doesn't scar at all."

"Yeah, odd like that." It's never happened to Jonny, but he's heard about it. He nods towards what looks a little like claw marks. "Those deliberate?"

A barely perceptible blush creeps onto Ioan's cheeks when Jonny motions to the scars from his test with Mads. "Yeah...they're quite deliberate." He doesn't bother to mention he's got a matching set now under the bandages.

"They're lovely." His hand goes up almost as by its own will, and then he yanks it back. "Can I touch?"

Ioan grins a little, "Yeah...I won't bite. Regardless of what some people say."

"Thank you." Jonny traces the tips of his fingers across the scratches. "They're very nice. Were they given to you by the one you desire the most?"

"Thank you..." the flush on Ioan's face darkens a little at the question. "Um..." he coughs softly. "Yeah..."

That one obviously hit a mark. Jonny traces the cuts until they disappear and then up once more. "I suppose you came several times during."

"Say again?" Ioan asks, though he's fairly certain he understood what Jonny just said.

"I suppose you liked it." He grins at the euphemism, but if Ioan's too shy, then he's too shy.

"Yeah...it was...a pleasant experience...Is there someone you most desire?" Ioan asks, wanting to shift the subject away from the topic of Mads, regardless of the vagaries of said conversation.

"Not really." There used to be someone, but they split amicably months ago. "I'm looking around right now, looking for my next obsession." Jonny looks slyly at Ioan. "Know anyone obsessable?"

"I can think of one or two...don't know if they'd be to your taste though...and I don't know how many of them are taken..." He grins a little. "You should be able to find plenty of people here though, I would imagine."

Understatement of the year. "This is Palace." He says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Sexy men are everywhere. Just thought you might be able to, you know, give me a headsup."

"Well..." Ioan grins a little, "that depends on what you're looking for in the man, yeah? There's a cute new kid in the West Wing...named Cillian."

Jonny makes a mental note of the name. "Looks, mostly. And brains. Can't stand someone vapid." What else is there in someone to obsess over? "Not looking for love or anything like that. Just an image to wank to."

"Ah, well, if you're just looking for an image," Ioan grins, "I'm sure you could just go stand in a hallway and watch the people walk by. "Um...Heath is quite lovely...not sure where he's gotten off to though...hrm."

Jonny shakes his head at the thought of just standing and gawking. "Need to talk to someone to get the image of them solidified in my mind."

"Ah, yeah, I can understand that. The head votary, Sean, is quite a sight...though actually getting him to stand still and talk to right now is a bit of a task from what I've heard through the grapevine...man is up to his ears in stuff, even with an aid."

"SEAN?" Holy shit. "No way I can walk up to Sean, this is the Sean we're talking about, right? No way I can walk up to Sean and, bloody hell, the man's a fucking legend!"

Ioan laughs at Jonny's reaction. "Yeah, the Sean. He saved my ass once..." Ioan adds the last part in a barely coherent mumble.

"Really?" Jonny leans in eagerly. "Tell me." Like everyone else in the kingdom, he wants to know everything he can about Sean. It's beyond hero worship by now.

"Um...well...see...goes back to not snarking off at people you don't know...I uh...did that...and it was the heir apparent...needless to say, he wasn't thrilled...I got stuck to a wall...and Sean came...made me apologize, and made Christian let me down..." He's a rather vivid shade of red right now.

"You....uh..." Heir apparent. Shite. That's Prince Christian, and Ioan said that, yes, and... "you snarked at Prince Christian?!"

"I didn't know who it was at the time..." Ok...so the prince had made it fairly clear after the first bit...but that's not the point.

"But he's the Prince. And you work here..." Jonny trails off. "I mean, they have insignia, don't they? Or special clothing. Or something. So you'd know."

"Nope. Nothing. They should have nametags. They wear the same bracelets as level ones."

"Are you fucking serious?" Jonny blushes hard. "So I could walk right by them and not have a fucking clue?" He thinks back hard to any pictures he might have seen of all the royals, but dammit. He can't be sure of knowing more than two of them from pictures. "Oh, this is so bad. So bad."

"Unfortunately yes. Hm...perhaps we should start a petition for them to all wear nametags...it would make new people's lives here much, much easier."

"Oh, fuck yes. Please." For all Jonny knows, he's met the entire royal family and doesn't know it.

Ioan laughs. "You're cute...you know that?"

"I've been told that. Also adorable."

He nods. "Yeah, I can see that too."

Jonny gives him his best innocent look. "Do you think I look sexy, Ioan?"

Ioan hides a grin, knowing that look all too well. It's one he employs frequently. Cocking his head to one side, he eyes the young man, "Yeah...you could be construed as sexy if one wanted to view it that way," his voice has a teasing tone to it, and yeah, the other man is sexy. But a straight answer is just not easy to pull out of Ioan.

"And do you want to look at it that way?"

"Yeah...you could say I look at it that way." He shoots the other man a sly grin.

Jonny licks his lips. "So, uh, do you, uh, shag people other than for your job?"

"What do you think?" Ioan asks, quirking a brow as he lets his eyes roam over the other man's body.

Jonny squirms at the scrutiny. "I think you're a tease."

"Am I?" Ioan grins. He's been called worse, but it's something he's used to.

"Yes. You, sir, are a grade-A tease." Jonny leans forward and presses a kiss against his lips. "Cocktease. Very much."

Ioan grins against Jonny's lips, returning the kiss, and nipping at his lips as he pulls away. "Perhaps we should head back to my room then...unless you wanted to stay out in the hall..."

"I'm an exhibitionist," Jonny breathes against his lips, "but if you want a bit of privacy, I'm not going to complain."

Ioan grins a little at that comment, and while exhibitionism isn't his thing, he's willing to go for it. He's in an odd mood as is, so why the hell not. "I'm just fine out here, if that's your thing." Ioan leans in to claim another kiss, nipping lightly at the younger man's lower lip.

"Good." Jonny wraps his arms around Ioan's waist and cups his arse. "So'm I. Fancy a shag, or a blowjob?"

Ioan presses himself into Jonny, eyes half closed. "Mhm...maybe a shag?" He slides his hands under Jonny's shirt, fingers dancing over bare skin.

"Shag's nice," Jonny says, suddenly breathless. "Shag's very nice. Hope you're offering."

Ioan chuckles softly, a that. "I don't top...sorry...maybe blowjobs then?"

"You don't even be on top?" Jonny pouts. "Suppose it's a blowjob then." He slides easily to his knees. "But you're going to have to take care of the pants."

"Never had the desire to...I'm assuming you don't top either then?" Ioan undoes the laces of his trousers, letting them slide down his hips.

"I can be on top." Jonny leans forward and presses a kiss to the head of Ioan's cock. "I just prefer not to be."

"Mhm...then blowjobs it is," Ioan murmurs..."unless you feel like topping." He rests his head back against the wall, fingers carding lightly through Jonny's hair, but he doesn't try to guide him.

"Not at all," Jonny breathes out against the shaft. He starts licking up and down, pulling back to merely say, "Tell me what feels good."

"What you're doing is just fine," Ioan murmurs, eyes on the younger man, quite enjoying himself. "A little teeth wouldn't be bad though..."

Teeth. He might've known. Jonny bites down lightly, not enough to hurt, just to gauge Ioan's reactions.

Ioan groans softly, hips arching forward, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of teeth on him. His hands tighten a little in the younger man's hair, but he's not trying to control him.

Promising reaction. Jonny does it again and again, and then comes around to suck hard at the head. If Ioan likes it rough, Jonny'll give it to him rough.

Oh...that's nice. Ioan arches up a bit harder when Jonny sucks roughly at the head of his cock. Gods, but the kid knows how to use his mouth.

Jonny adds a hum to his technique and starts taking Ioan down further, until his gag reflex starts screaming at him.

Ioan groans, the hum so bloody delicious with the vibrations that it's sending through his cock. And if the kid isn't careful this is going to be over damned fast. He's been aroused since Jonny used his gift on him.

Jonny grins around Ioan's cock. It tastes good and he pulls back enough to savor it before moving back, testing his gag reflex to its very limits.

"Gods...fucking close," Ioan moans, barely thrusting into Jonny's mouth, a small shudder of pleasure running down his spine.

So come already, Jonny wants to say. He swallows. Jonny hollows his cheeks, sucking harder. Come already, he sends, badly enough that he knows Ioan heard it as a message and not a command.

Ioan is a bit surprised a the message he receives, but he doesn't hold himself back. At least he knows he won't irk the kid by coming in his mouth...Ioan lets himself go, spilling himself into Jonny's mouth, a low moan escaping.

Jonny swallows convulsingly, making sure he gets everything. Once he's sure that Ioan's done, he pulls back and licks his lips obviously. "Thank you, sir," he murmurs. "That was delightful." He couldn't hold back the grin threatening to split his face in twain if he wanted to.

Ioan swats Jonny lightly when the kid calls him sir. "Told you not to call me sir."

Jonny ducks. "Yes, sir," he says smartly. "Won't ever call you 'sir'. Sir."

Ioan growls softly, tugging Jonny up lightly. "You're as bad as I am. Perhaps I should start calling you sir, hm?"

Jonny goes to his feet quickly, smirking all the while. "Call me sir all you want, sir. I don't mind it. Sir." He wants more of those swats, but he's not going to say anything.

Ioan doesn't say anything, just shakes his head, and presses Jonny to the wall gently. He knows full well what the kid wants. And he's going about it in much the same way Ioan does. "Your turn," he murmurs, pausing just long enough to tug his own trousers back up before dropping gracefully to his knees in front of the kid.

"Ung. Not about turns, mate," but before Jonny can get the last word out, Ioan's on the floor. "Wow." He unbuttons his pants quickly. "But you don't have to."

Ioan gently swats the boy's hands out of the way, undoing the rest of the buttons. "I want to," is all Ioan says, giving the younger man a look before pulling his cock out of his trousers.

"Your choice, then," Jonny says. The angle's just good enough that he thinks he can see just how long Ioan's tongue is.

Ioan flicks his tongue out, grazing the tip of it over the head of Jonny's cock before he takes the head fully into his mouth, tongue curling round it.

From the looks of it, Jonny hadn't seen the half of it. He leans back against the wall, trying to steady himself. This man is so fucking brilliant.

Ioan takes Jonny's cock in entirely, deepthroating the kid, humming softly before pulling back, letting his teeth drag lightly, not enough to be painful, just a light pressure, watching his face to gauge reactions.

Jonny bites back an overloud scream at the teeth, getting even harder. "Fuckingperfect," he slurs. "Just like that."

Ioan smirks at the kid's reaction, loving it. He pulls back entirely, letting his teeth over the head, tongue flicking out to soothe over the spots, before slowly taking Jonny's cock back in, making liberal use of his teeth as he seemed to enjoy that.

Jonny clenches his eyes as Ioan's mouth turns his control into just so much dust. He's not sure how Ioan would take to coming in his mouth, but Jonny's damn close.

"Ioan," he manages, voice sounding very strangled. "I'm-I'm close."

Ioan just grins around the kid's cock, redoubling his efforts, humming softly as he deepthroats Jonny again, wanting to taste the kid.

Ok. So maybe he wants him to come this way. Jonny's not complaining. He comes with a whimper, eyes tightly closed. So perfect. If every day in Palace is going to be like this, he's going to enjoy this job immensely.

Ioan pulls back so he can taste the kid, swallowing everything, hands resting on his hips to keep Jonny from arching forward into his mouth. Once the kid has come down some he pulls back, lapping Jonny clean.

"Bloody perfect," Jonny says, almost worshipfully. "You, you're amazing. Wow. 8 years, you said?"

Ioan grins a little a the praise, tucking the kid back into his trousers, then buttoning them before standing again. "Yeah...eight years."

"No wonder you're bloody good." Eight years. Jonny can't even remember how bad he was at sex eight years ago. "You, uh, do this often? Casual sex?"

Ioan grins at the kid somewhat cheekily. "Yeah, I do casual sex."

"In the middle of the hallway?"

"No...not in the middle of the hallway. You're special in that respect," He teases the kid gently.

Jonny grins. "I like being special. So, uh, no hard feelings about getting you naked?"

"Nah, no hard feelings. I told you to surprise me..." he laughs. "If anyone's going to be blamed by me for that, it'll be myself."

"Cool." Jonny says, more than a little relieved. "Don't want to get on your badside."

"Nah...it's hard to get on my badside," Ioan replies with a grin.

Jonny shifts from foot to foot and looks around. "So I'll be seeing you, then? Don't want you to go around saying, don't want to run into him again."

Jonny's cute. Ioan has to give the kid that. "Nah, not gonna happen. Unless you turn into a rabid stalker, but somehow I don't see that happening."

"No chance of that," Jonny laughs. The chances of him becoming a stalker are right up there with him becoming a famous, well, anything. "See you around, then."

"See you around Jonny," Ioan nods to the kid, giving him a brief wave.

"Bye, Ioan." Jonny grins at him and then goes back to what he was doing, trying to figure out where the hell he is.