Jack feels the grin against his mouth, but he’s never been at all private about his love life and he really doesn’t care who hears. He’s not even thinking about that right now, though. There’s no hidden agenda of getting back at the wardens by showing how good his boyfriend is in bed or anything like that. This is just Jack, being pleasured, and displaying that pleasure as only he can.
He squawks as that firm hand wraps around his cock, pleasure suddenly more than doubled and almost overwhelming. “Thought we were going for hands free?” he pants into Ianto’s mouth, still clinging there as if it’s the only thing that’s keeping him from flying apart.