[Ianto is doing some touching of his own, sliding one hand beneath the band of Spike's jeans to properly grope and massage at the skin of his ass. Much better, and if there's ever a time they could get away with this it's now on the dance floor. He sucks in a slow breath of air as Spike gets his zipper out of the way, shivering happily at the touch.]
I'll admit I have a hard time keeping my hands to myself where you're concerned.