that's got to be the yummiest picture of him.
Ianto rather liked when they got wistful smiles or winks when they were caught holding hands, but that was just him. Acceptance was a wonderful thing, and by and large, people were very accepting here. It was wonderful. There will always be the naysayers, but the people he met seemed more than alright with Ianto.
Ianto accepted the coat and grinned as he folded it neatly over the back of a chair. When he sat, he accepted a glass of wine and lifted it to tap neatly against Jack's. "It could be a fetish," he agreed. "Dressing you, the way a batman might have done or a professional dresser. The problem being, of course, is that you'd be in all your layers while the both of us would be turned on." Little touches against Jack's throat, his wrists, as he was dressed. He knew it'd get both their pulses racing.
"Besides, I can't help it if i find fine tailoring attractive and that coat was very well done." Primly, as he sipped his wine and examined his menu.