"Modest, as always." Ianto quips back, voice catching as Jack begins to ride him. Positioned underneath him as he is he can't do much more than rock his hips with Jack's motions but he is more than happy to let him set the pace. Each movement rubs the fabric of the coat over his skin, light tickling touches that only enhance it all. Their eyes lock and he can't look away from Jack. Not that he would ever want to.