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On Eagles Wings
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On his knees, barely able to breathe round Ianto's cock down his throat while Methos pounded into him with deliciously tender brutality, Jack felt truly alive. He moaned in pleasure and was rewarded with the hot rush of Ianto's release flowing into his mouth and down his throat. Behind him, Methos growled; strong arms hauled him upright and Jack gasped as the change in angle set his nerves alight. His breath was stolen by Methos' mouth on his; tasting him, tasting Ianto. Jack surrendered, completely, and was lost. They were beautiful – HE was beautiful – and with them, he could fly…