He isn’t particularly in the mood to socialize either so Ianto doesn’t protest as Jack immediately leads them to his room and pulls the door shut behind them. That kiss is met with one just as passionate, immediately different from what he felt at the beach. It felt like they were out of synch before but now those doubts are gone, replaced with confidence along with longing. He missed him, missed this. Every time Jack has left over the years he’s wondered how he could be so dependent on him and every time he returns all he can think is how on earth he managed to live without him around. His hands are firm, comforting and confident as them begin to properly move across him, relearning the shape of him after being away for so long.