"I could say much the same of you," Jack retorted. "Next time, we're making sure to close the curtains." Though he said that every time. Sometimes he wondered if it weren't all some kind of plot from the younger man to make sure that he got a little morning delight.

Still, he wasn't complaining, his lips straining to meet bare skin. "You're like a baby with its bottle," he informed Ianto, tone teasing. Can't sleep without it.