Ianto made a soft noise of approval as Jack nipped at his neck, before pulling the older man up into another rough kiss. Then his own mouth moved along Jack's jaw and down his neck, enjoying the familiar taste of Jack's skin.
"Have to keep some air of mystery," he teased as he continued refamiliarising himself with the contours of Jack's neck and shoulder, "else you might get bored. And we wouldn't want that." He smirked. "Or did you just want to listen to me talk about how much I enjoy it when you fuck me, sir." Yes, Jack had been a horrible influence on him.