"Good boy," he whispers against his skin and kisses him again before forcing himself to stand up, though he slides a hand down Ianto's back and keeps it there, maintaining the contact as he one-handedly unfastens his trousers, hissing as his cock is freed, then snags the lube from the pocket and kicks the trousers off.
The hand stays in place as he drizzles cold lube deliberately between Ianto's heated cheeks and starts to open him up, as gently as he can though he knows it's likely to feel anything but gentle, the way his sore skin will be pulled by it.
"You look amazing," he murmurs, as he works a second finger into him. "So sore, so hot, all for me."