Dirty talk has always been his thing, and the fact that Ianto loves it too is definitely an added bonus. Of course, to be fair, he doesn't exactly have much of a filter, so at moments like this what Ianto gets is just exactly what he wants.

And what he wants is exactly what he's getting, as Ianto pulls away and then presses steadily into him, hot and solid and wonderful, making him feel achingly, breathlessly full. He pants and squirms, holding onto Ianto for dear life as he adjusts to the feel of him again after so long, chest flush against Ianto's when Ianto pulls him close, feeling the thud of Ianto's heart in his chest mirroring his own. "Oh fuck," he breathes tremulously, fingernails digging into Ianto's back as he strives to process it all.