Perhaps once upon a time, Jack would have 'sod the universe' and taken this small corner of happiness he had managed to carve out with Ianto. But then he met the Doctor and had most of his ideals and morality flipped upside down. Now, it seemed, following in his footsteps meant donning a cape (or in his case, the greatcoat) and dashing off to universes and times unknown when called. Subconsciously, Jack's hands tightened on Ianto. He deserved this, though. After so long apart, he deserved just as much time here, didn't he?
"Yes, you," Jack muttered in response to the look plastered on Ianto's face. It wasn't that he wasn't smart enough to learn the language. It was more when a word had more ys and ws in it than was absolutely necessary that Jack's eyes crossed. He'd leave this to the professionals. In this case, Ianto could murmur sweet Welsh nothings in his ear. "Not a complaint. An observation."
Jack let out a bark of a laugh, tossing his head back. "Good thing 'mere mortals' aren't touching my coffee, then. I think we'd be in serious trouble otherwise. I'll be blamed for the death of thousands." Jack slid his hands down Ianto's sides, letting them rest on his hips. "Speaking of using the Welsh to make your boss weak in the knees." Jack chuckled, nipping at Ianto's lower lip. "Taking control, are we? And here I thought you handed the reigns over to me." Even if he was quite happy to follow Ianto's lead in shutting him up. Once more Jack's head ducked down, teasing and tasting, losing himself in that familiar taste of Ianto. God he'd missed this.
Nudging Ianto with his hips after the kiss was broken, leaving Jack breathless once more, he gave his lover a rather impish smirk. "And here I'm shocked you haven't dragged me off to bed yet." Jack quirked a brow in Ianto's direction. "Or should the hero, home from another successful mission swing the fair maiden, up into his arms and whisk her off?" he teased, hips gently rolling against Ianto's.