[ He better get used to living in that case, because Spike doesn't hide. That goes double for whatever time they have here — want to spend some time in New York in the 70s? Play kitten poker in an underground demon speakeasy? He's got oodles of memories to scoop from, more than enough to make up for the wallflower deal here.
As it happens, no one is noticing. Too busy with their own lives or maybe dream magic is giving them an unusual amount of privacy. He pushes into the kiss with hunger, hands finding their way back to Ianto's hips to pull him in close. ]