Whatever Jack had said apparently struck one hell of a chord with Ianto. He did mean it though, that he would never do anything he didn't want to, no matter how persuasive the other party could be (even if Jack was rather fond of Ianto's own brand of persuasiveness). While Jack and fidelity were two words that never quite went hand-in-hand, it didn't mean that he didn't have deep seeded feelings for the man who leaned against his desk. Because, believe it or not, he did. There were flashes of memories -- or memories of things that never were -- and Jack knew just what the well-dressed Welshman meant to him.
Jack made a very soft sound in the back of his throat the moment Ianto's lips parted for him. All signs of carefulness and hesitation were gone from Jack as he slipped between Ianto's knees, trapping him against the desk. Jack's fingers massaged the skin at the nape of Ianto's neck, closing whatever infinitesimal distance still lay between them. Rocking slowly against Ianto, Jack let the kiss grow hungrier, tongue tasting whatever he could.
Breathing, however, was a rather unfortunate necessity -- and it was the man who stood before him that could make his chest rise and fall with a heavy breath, retaking the lost oxygen. "Ah yes, but the over-thinking and the coffee machine both do a fairly decent job of keeping your Captain out of trouble. Thus, I'd say they would be quite high on the list." The second kiss was better than the first, Jack rapidly re-learning what he could do with his tongue to make Ianto shudder against him. Or maybe that was the way he was rocking his hips against Ianto's, shrugging out of his braces to let them fall at his sides. One or the other. Jack broke the kiss this time, trailing his lips along the line of Ianto's jaw, then down the curve of his throat. "Might have said something else, but the man did turn down one-on-one time to discuss certain things, didn't he?" Jack teased lightly, tongue brushing over his pulse point.