Ianto felt consumed by Jack, completely caught up in the other man and the moment. He laid back on the bed, focusing on the weight of his lover on top of him. He'd missed this so much.
He moaned and whimpered as Jack's mouth moved over his body. He writhed and mewled as Jack's fingers pressed inside him, but it wasn't enough. "In me, now," he begged. He didn't need preparation. It wouldn't hurt him and he really wanted Jack inside him, claiming him. "Please, Jack."