Jack had very few weaknesses when it came to sex, but his largest was the running of hands through his hair. He arched back towards those talented fingers, making a noise of approval in the back of his throat.
There was something heady about the way their bodies simply fit together even when it was Jack's body stretched out above Ianto's. He wasn't so poetic as to say 'made-for-each-other', but he would certainly appreciate the way they fit. Ah, at last. There was that growl. Jack grinned against Ianto's skin, never once speeding or slowing his ministrations, only keeping them at that same pace, knowing he was driving his lover mad. Jack would have nothing of the ceasing his movements, he was going to do what he pleased and he also knew Ianto really didn't want to stop him either.
If anything, the moans and gentle squeezes spurred him on rather than serve as a deterrent. He nipped and teased, focusing his attention first on any area but where he knew Ianto wanted him. Jack wasn't cruel, however, just a tease. And an impatient one at that. He could have drawn out the exquisite torture, but he wanted this far too much. As far as he was concerned, he had some time to make up for -- time he would very much enjoy making up.
Jack chuckled around Ianto's length, the noise sending vibrations down it. Jack's head slid back as much as it could given Ianto's fingers gripping his hair. "Language, Mr Jones," Jack said with a rather cheeky grin. "Or, should I say that part comes next?" His lips parted once again, this time sliding down his length as far as he could, tongue flicking and rubbing against the underside as he gently began to apply pressure. One hand wrapped around the base, Jack's head bobbed along his length, humming lightly as he moved.
It was slightly awkward, managing to keep Ianto in his mouth and also lean into that feather light touch. Jack raised his eyes, looking up through his lashes at Ianto and finally gave into that tone. When it came down to it, there were very few things Jack could refuse his lover, particularly when he spoke in that manner. Banking on external stimulus to continue to drive Ianto, Jack's free hand trailed along whatever skin he could easily reach, then sliding back towards Ianto's groin to cup him.
[ooc: reposted, because, apparently, I can't type and it was bothering me. *shifty*]