Ianto made a soft noise of discontentment as Jack pulled out, suddenly feeling very empty. Then he was distracted by Jack's touch and purred contentedly at the feel of Jacks fingers. Reaching down he pulled the hand that had been wrapped around his cock up to his mouth. Giving Jack a small smirk, her set about cleaning up the mess with his tongue, taking each digit into his mouth in turn and licking away his own release, his eyes never leaving Jack's the whole time.