Ianto had been going slightly mental the past couple days, trying to keep his hands off Jack. His lover was right in that they needed to take things slow. He still hadn't recovered completely from the attack. But right now he didn't care. Jack's pheromones had been in overdrive, and he needed to be with the other man. He had come straight from the shower just before talking to Jack and hadn't even bothered with a shirt, wearing just his trousers and nothing underneath.
As soon as Jack knocked on the door, he opened it, immediately noticing the pheromones again. He pulled Jack in by the front of his shirt and closed the door, pressing Jack against it and kissing him hard. God, he'd missed this. It had been too long without this kind of connection between them.