Thoroughly spent, he stays collapsed over Ianto for a long moment or two before he can collect himself together enough to move. Then he pants out a rather awed, "Fuck, Ianto!" and gets his hands down on the bed to push himself up, making sure he has his feet solidly under him and won't get tangled up in the spreader bar before he attempts to stand up. One hand lingering on Ianto's back, the other cupped beneath his cock to catch any drips as he pulls out. "Stay there, I'll be right back," he warns, and patters away to deal rapidly with his spunk and then comes back to him, dropping to his knees to work the cuffs off his ankles so he can finally move his legs.
"Can you get up on the bed for me?" he asks, hands encouraging him to climb up.