Owen sighed. He didn't know what to do with Ianto. He'd been about to say something until Ianto grabbed him and kissed him. His tongue slipped out and he licked along Ianto's bottom lip, before pulling back. Yes, he had that inch, that small sliver chance of getting away, but he didn't want to.
"We are past this," he mumbled. He could feel himself being urged against the wall. He put up no resistance to Ianto. "We're mates. Don't know what I'd do without you. You are to be my best man. Blah. Happy?" He shivered under Ianto's gaze.