[Ianto wraps his arms around him, holding him close as he slowly gets his breathing and his heartbeat and all the other physical reactions he has that Spike doesn't under control. The vinyl of the booth is sticky with sweat beneath him and the position they're sprawled in is hardly the most comfortable but he doesn't want to move away yet.]
Next time lets do this on a bed. [Next time. Because there's going to be one of those. He's confident of it.]