He sobs again when Ianto pulls him close, shaking quite violently now. He struggles for a moment to speak, to find words.
"Ianto." Pause to pant. "Ianto, turn the fucking vibe off?"
He's still under enough to phrase it as a question, a reminder, but he's not going to let it go unsaid. Because he still has the mother of all buttplugs up his ass and the intensity of its vibrations against his prostate, now that he's come, are more than he can handle.