I Don't Think That Means What You Think It Means

Ianto bit down on Jack’s lip as his finger pushed inside him groaning heavily.

‘Ouch!’ Jack laughed his lip bleeping slightly.

I know, I know, I should stop reading this fic, but it makes me laugh.

He may push the bonds of propriety with Arthur in private but he knew his place.

Errr... What exactly are "the bonds of propriety"??? O_o

ETA: the punctuation in this story is rather hilarious. For example, Arthur gives Merlin many unusual pet names:

Arthur laughed; Merlin would never forget the hat. “It is not another, hat.”

Jack had always found the space scary in a good way; it saved getting overly attached to something he'd get overly attached to, although this had come to be his home, he lived, worked and loved here.

[and then]

The backbone of the Torchwood 3 team, making sure everything ran smoothly, all the archiving, filing, feeding (of both the team and the animals) and generally taking care of everyone, which went largely unnoticed, how easily the Welshman had blended himself into the background, working like a perfectly oiled machine.

[ETA: and then!]

Jack smiled knowingly, he'd heard Ianto listening to that song before, it was in his c.d. collection, one Jack clearly remembered listening to while he and Ianto were having sex after the cannibals.