[ While Ianto's getting comfortable (well) Spike gets into position, fetching himself out from the too tight confines of his jeans and quickly slicking himself up. As impatient as he's getting, he's not going to rush this needlessly. Instead he slides his hands down Ianto's waist and over his hips, the curve of his ass, fingers hooking against the junction of thigh and hip as he slides his well-slicked cock between Ianto's cheeks. ]