If it weren't for Ianto's solid, unflappable, practical side right now, patiently helping him with their clothes, there would probably be clothing being ripped out of frustration and Ianto having to wear some of Jack's clothes to go home in. He's been holding it together for so long that now, finally behind closed doors with the one person he loves and trusts probably more than anyone else in the universe, letting it all go is threatening to become an overwhelming experience.

He does his best to keep it together enough to avoid any ripping of fabric whilst also getting his hands on Ianto's skin as much as he can, until in what feels like a remarkably short period of time they're both naked and he can pull Ianto greedily towards the bed, hands roving over newly exposed skin, exploring the remembered shape of him and the little things that have changed since they were last together.