Completely spent, Ianto collapsed on top of Jack, panting, heart pounding. He could feel the rapid beat of Jack’s heart echoing his own; seemed they were both in a similar state.
Reaching up with the last of his energy, Ianto tugged one end of the silken fabric binding Jack’s wrists, feeling the knots come undone easily with just a gentle pull. Wrists freed, Jack wrapped his arms around his lover.
“See? They’re much better than your ties,” Jack mumbled against Ianto’s hair.
“Know-it-all. We’re definitely doing that again, but next time, you’re tying me up.”
“I can live with that.”