"Really?" Ianto said with a raised eyebrow. "I think that might be apparent if you did paperwork now and again, but I suppose nobody's perfect." He was teasing, in his customary deadpan, though the affect was somewhat ruined as Jack grabbed his arse. Really...there was a time and place for such things. And this was neither. Jack could certainly wait five minutes to get down to the archives and away from the highly impractical glass walls of his office.
"I think either works, sir," he murmured, careful not to show any reaction to the molestation. It was hardly anything out of the ordinary, coming from Jack. He'd long ago realised that sexual harassment report forms had no place at Torchwood Three, else they'd probably need to fill them out at least twice an hour. Besides, he harassed Jack just as much as Jack harassed him. But at least their days were never boring.
God, he loved that noise. The noise that told him he'd surprised Jack and turned him on to the point of momentary incoherence. It was an empowering feeling. He watched the way Jack sank to his knees, brushing a hand down the side of the captain's face and along his lower lip. He really had a beautiful mouth. Just made for sucking cock. He ran his fingers through Jack's hair, his other arm resting by his side, just closing his eyes as he listened to Jack breathe.
And then his eyes flew open and he gave a soft, choked gasp at the actions of Jack's mouth. His free hand moved to steady himself, as the other tightened slightly in Jack's hair. It was a battle to keep himself under control in the face of the onslaught. He mostly succeeded, in that his legs didn't give out from under him, but he swore softly under his breath.