"I thought you just did," Ianto retorts to the curse, laughing breathlessly at his own joke and too busy floating on endorphins to inject any of his usual sarcasm. He slumps against the bed as Jack steps away, barely managing to keep himself upright. He hisses as Jack fees his ankles, legs shaking as he tries to stand enough to manage that request.
"I think so." His voice is as unsteady as he is but he manages to hoist himself onto the bed with a bit of effort before collapsing on it. He hasn't started to come down just yet but there's a throbbing discomfort beginning to make itself known already and the pain can't be far behind. For now though he's content to just lay here basking in the afterglow and all he wants is for Jack to get his ass in bed and share it with him.