Owen had no problem with this. He arched his back and let Ianto lead the way. One hand crept up into Ianto's hair, tugging roughly on it. He stretched out on the bed, smirking into the kiss. He could feel the frustration on Ianto. He hated to know he was feeling that way, but he wouldn't mind the consequences.
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