[ There's a needy groan in response, a solid roll of his hips into Ianto's hand. It's not like they've been away from each other for days and days, and yet there's so much pent up emotion here that he barely knows what he's doing.
Luckily he does most things by feel, one of his hands finding Ianto's hip and then his cock, matching the pace of that stroke. They may feel a sense of urgency, but they have all the time in the world. At least, for now. ]