Finally he felt the weight of that familiar body on top of him, though Ianto's thin flicker of relief didn't mean that he hadn't enjoyed what Jack had been doing until then. He had. A lot. That was the problem. If it had been allowed to continue, then Ianto wasn't sure he'd have been able to hold out for much longer - and if he himself was going to succumb to this engulfing lust, Jack was too, because there was no way Ianto was going to allow him not to be as ravaged by this experience as he was. That and, well, it would just be humiliating if he were to be alone in it.
He responded in the way of a husky murmur. Jack was going to make him ask, wasn't he. Ianto's arms found their way around the shoulders above him, and his breathing gave over to a quiet, shallow whimper as he struggled vainly for patience, for any shred of control that could be caught. (Of course, his own awareness of such an effort for control only served to heighten his fiendish anticipation.) The fingers that had taken to gripping curled against skin instead. It was frustrating on far too many levels to feel the rocking of Jack's movements, but not feel him. His voice only added to the problem as its deep, dark tones inked their way into Ianto, spreading heat to every part of his fibre.
Securing a leg around Jack's waist in the fervent hope to change this, he used the leverage to pull his lover's crotch flush against him. It put Jack in exactly the position Ianto wanted him. And if he hadn't made it perfectly clear enough by then, he growled his answer against the sinful trap of Jack's lips: "You. In me. Now."