[ That's all the permission he needs, close enough to a command to get him going. He hasn't been on his own for that long but while he's far from desperate, he is a creature of passion. His hands work fast, tugging clothes out of the way and not caring much for where they end up or if he rips anything in the process. Fumbling for the lube he pours some out on his fingers, smearing it out before dipping his hand down between Ianto's legs. ]