One good thing about being a man out of his time, he tended to keep furniture around. Which was why he had no issue pinning Ianto against the desk, knowing that it would support both of their weights.
At this point, Jack was hoping the Hub was deserted. But given that it was evening and he was usually the only one around at this hour of night, Jack assumed he was fairly safe. And, really, it was his office. And if he chose to engage in 'relations' with one of his employees, it was his decision and damn what anyone else thought. Of course, Jack rarely listened to what others thought of him.
Somehow, Jack managed to both arch into Ianto's hands and continue licking a path along his throat at the same time. He could feel those tiny shivers and damn but there was far too much by way of clothing between them right now. Still keeping his lips on whatever skin he could reach, Jack's hands moved to Ianto's neck, sliding the knot of the tie down and away. It found a new home on the surface of the desk while Jack made quick work of the buttons on his shirt.
Jack threw a glance over his shoulder quickly, satisfied by the brief visual assessment that they were utterly alone in the Hub. Good. Only imminent destruction of the universe could pull him away from Ianto right now. His hands explored the newly exposed skin, pushing the shirt down his arms, head dipping down to kiss the juncture where neck met shoulder.
"Magnetic?" Jack asked, lifting his head up, a flicker of amusement coming across his features. With a light chuckle, Jack reached for one of Ianto's hands, bringing it to rest on the waistband of his trousers. "We can always see how good your methods of persuasion are. If you've learned anything over the years." There was a bit of a challenge in Jack's voice mixed with more than a hint of desire. "I assume the relapse has passed?" Jack asked, sliding a hand up Ianto's thigh and moving closer to his groin.