[Ianto's breath catches as Spike's hand starts getting that particular layer of clothing out of the way. Suddenly he's no longer a fan of slow. He wants this, badly, wants Spike to just pin him down and fuck him in this booth in the middle of the day in this very public place and screw the consequences. He kicks his shoes and socks off clumsily to make it easier to get his trousers out of the way, hand still hard at work as his lips take a break from exploring any bit of skin they can reach so he can mutter,] Anything you want. Just do it.