"I do do paperwork," Jack protested softly though there wasn't much conviction behind his words. Since Ianto was less and less 'butler' and more into his current role, Jack had little need to actually go over the files. Yes, he read them because he still had that need to keep his fingers in all the proverbial pies and know everything about his Hub. It just... didn't mean he had to like doing the paperwork either.
No, Jack couldn't wait the extra few minutes and, honestly, who was going to say anything? Well, maybe it wasn't the smartest idea he ever had, openly groping Ianto -- but who was going to say a damn thing? No on, that's who. Embarrass Ianto, perhaps, but life at Torchwood Three would continue on as it always did.
Either certainly did work, particularly as Jack had every intention of giving Ianto a thorough work over in the archives. So, technically, it was like killing two birds with one stone, wasn't it? Jack closed his eyes for a moment, leaning his head into that gentle touch of Ianto's. In spite of their bedplay or their rather unorthodox love life, one thing was clear in those gentle caresses: how much they truly meant to one another. No, Jack didn't mind the soft command from Ianto and, to be quite honest, giving head was one of the more enjoyable activities. There was something about the taste combined with that scent that drove him wild. Not to mention loving the way he could make Ianto come completely unglued with just his tongue.
Even without the hands tightening in his hair, Jack was keenly aware of the sharp intake of breath above him. Jack knew these trousers were going to be a lost cause soon enough and he redoubled his efforts, mouth conforming around Ianto's length as if there weren't layers of clothing between them. One of Jack's hands kneeded Ianto's arse, his thumb finding the cleft and running along it as if Ianto were completely nude from the waist down. This was nothing more than the warm up round and Jack was determined to make Ianto's legs give out before they were all done.
His free hand slid between Ianto's legs, heel of his hand rubbing where his bollocks were while Jack sucked, fabric serving to protect Ianto from that gentle scraping of his bottom teeth along the underside of his cock. And Jack hadn't even undone the zip of Ianto's trousers yet, either.