Ianto let’s himself be pulled down onto the bed, picking up quickly on what Jack needs - contact, as much of it as he can get. Not that he minds. Or that he’s at all surprised Jack’s hands go right to his ass. Some things never change.

His own hands are busy at work as well, one cradling Jack’s face as he continues to kiss him while the other runs down Jack’s chest, hot against the familiar skin before continuing lower between his legs, strokiing over his thighs teasingly before beginning to work confidently at his cock.