"Yes, yes I do," Jack replied, with a hint of a smirk playing about his lips. "I am your boss after all, in spite of what else I am to you." Which that conversation was going to halt right there because Jack didn't want to get into anything right now. Those jeans would keep Jack from wanting to work, but he figured after a hundred and fifty (or so) years of service, he was fully entitled to taking a few personal days at the Hub. Everyone else would just have to suffer through it, wouldn't they?
Smirking, moved behind Ianto and, yes, allowed himself a quick open grope of Ianto's arse before he squeezed past him to lead the way. "Would that be the Archives or the Archivist?" Jack muttered out of the side of his mouth as he passed him. Didn't matter if anyone else in the Hub saw him, or saw Ianto following at his heels. They could guess all they wanted and they'd be right. It wasn't as if things were that much of a secret and if Jack wanted to shag his employees during the day it was his prerogative.
There was a small smile on Jack's face as the door was closed, a smile that grew as Ianto pulled off several layers of clothing, unbuttoning his shirt just enough to be tantalising. Then... that order. God. Jack made a soft strangled noise in the back of his throat and, with a devilish grin, fell to his knees in front of Ianto. "Your wish, my command," Jack replied, sliding his hands up the back of Ianto's thighs to cup his arse as he buried his nose in his groin. Jack breathed in deeply, that musky scent that was so uniquely Ianto, his nose running along where he knew his length was hidden by the trousers.
But Jack didn't stop there. Oh no. He had other things in mind for one Ianto Jones. Hands gently groping and cupping his arse, Jack's lips parted, sealing his mouth over Ianto's still cloth covered groin and using the woolen fabric to his advantage, used his tongue to rub against Ianto's length, gently sucking through the fabric.