It's just... sort of gentle. I don't much buy into fluffy Jack/Ianto, because they're both so broken in hidden ways, they're just not domestic. But there's a difference between fluffy domestics and just being comfortable with each other. It's probably because I'm up past my bedtime, but reading this fic is like the smut version of watching a late-night fireworks show, yawning and pleasantly tired, leaning your head on someone's shoulder and feeling warm where they have their arm wrapped around you.
Still working on my first time PWP. I suppose if I'm to continue hitting all the cliches of Jack/Ianto fic my next shot ought to be post-Countrycide. But it probably won't be.