[ He sinks in deep, bracing himself against the table to keep steady and shit, why did they ever wait this long to do this? In an attempt to pace himself he tries to keep the rhythm slow and steady, but who knows how long that'll last? The public nature isn't lost on him, for good and bad, and somewhere in the back of his bleached head he knows they don't have all the time in the world before they get interrupted.
His free hand snakes down between them, fingers curling around Ianto's cock. ]