[ He goes with it easily, arranging his weight on top of Ianto as he presses into the kiss with great need. There's something life affirming about snogging on the couch with Jack napping in the other room and Spike could do with exactly that right about now. It's hard not to linger on how Tyki, one of the earliest and probably closest friends he's had in this place, is gone and dead or as close to dead as you can get here. Soon, maybe they'll be in the same place and you can't even punch this sort of thing in the face until it goes away. Frustrating and intangible and-
A low murmur of a growl builds in his throat as he moves his hands to tear Ianto's shirt clean off his body. There's no time for buttons. ]