That's the thing, though. The extent of intimacy of the physical kind in Ianto's life was the steady thing he had going with his right hand and the thing on the side he had with his left. Beyond that, there was a snog that was more dare and bet than anything else and had left the both of them agreeing that it was bloody horrible and please let's never ever do that again. Thinking about it left him smirking, though.
"Naked wrestling. Just wrestling or does it involve jelly? Maybe mud? I've always wondered." Ianto had ordered something with pasta and some complicated sauce but still leaned over the table, fork in hand, to steal a bit off of Jack's plate. Just to be cheeky.
"Oh, God, another talk. Alright. But for every salient point we work through, we get to take off a bit of clothing." Jack couldn't be too surprised with that, Ianto did invent half the odd games they played. He nibbled on the forkful he stole and all but grinned at his dinner companion.