"No, sir," Ianto said, "but it's adorable that you think so." He gave Jack a small smile to show he was teasing and let the subject drop. Paperwork really was the last thing on his mind at the moment. He would much rather think about getting down to the archives so that they could get to work. Not that any actual work would be done. It was late enough in the day that Ianto didn't really feel bad about getting distracted from his job. Besides, he sincerely doubted that his boss would be angry with him, considering his boss was the one leading him down to the archives for devious purposes.
It might do Jack well to consider that embarrassing Ianto really might negatively impact his sex life. Not that Ianto would tell him that. Of course, that had far more to do with a lack of desire to hear Jack's innuendo about doing him well than any real urge to censor his own thoughts. Jack really was capable of finding innuendo in anything, so there was no point in giving him easy targets.
Fuck. His trousers were an utter loss and there was no way he was going upstairs until the girls were gone for the day. Bloody Jack. Except he couldn't really complain when Jack was doing such utterly brilliant things without ever removing his trousers, and it was a fight not to just give up pretence and beg Jack to get on with it and suck him or fuck him or...christ, he didn't care just then as long as Jack did something. Utter bastard.
"Stop being such a fucking tease, Harkness," he groaned roughly, head dropping back as he gripped the desk tightly as if it were the only thing keeping him upright. It wasn't that he didn't love the teasing, just that he'd love it more if Jack would stop paying so much attention to his trousers and start paying attention to his cock. His self-control was fraying, but was at least intact enough that he hadn't resorted to begging yet.