[Ianto frees up his own hands to help tug those jeans off entirely. He's sharing that same sense of urgency, fueled by the intensity of everything that's going on. His hand find's Spike's cock once the clothes are finally out of the way, beginning to stroke against it. There's lube in an end table drawer and he trusts him to find it when it's needed. Right now it's a relief just to have contact.]