[Hey, this is Jack she's with, not Ianto. He doesn't do talking, remember? He expresses himself through actions, and right now that means clinging to her almost desperately, almost surprising himself with the suddenness of his need. It's not really even about sex; after all, he's already had some very satisfying sex with Kirk this morning. It's about connecting, something that he and Ianto can't seem to do any more, and - yes - as for Kitty it's about trying to find some thrill, some excitement in this most stagnant of places where nothing ever, ever changes.
He presses needily into the kiss, one hand supporting her head, the other roving over the bare skin that's hardly obstructed at all by the bikini.]