Jack moaned into Ianto's mouth rubbing against him like a male tomcat which in a way he was. God Ianto smelled so damm good and Jack wrapped his arms around his lover tight trying to bring that smell closer.
He yanked at the buttons of the trousers praying Ianto didn't like them much because they seemed to have ripped in several places. "Ianto please," he begged softly pulling out of the kiss to breath, "please love."