Owen shook his head. He wished Ianto understood, but he knew he wouldn't. He never would. To Owen, this was two friends seeking comfort. It was a time for them where they were feeling a little dejected. It was about Jack in a way. But it wasn't a relationship. It was a one time thing. And yet, at least to Owen, this was not just a fuck. And he'd never think of it as such. He had much more respect for Ianto than that.
"Good." He lubed himself up, feeing how hard he was in the palm of his hand. It was kind of hard to ignore. He wouldn't use a condom. He didn't feel he needed. He got himself tested regularly. And he pretty much trusted Ianto as well. Grabbing Ianto roughly by his hips, he thrust inside, burying himself as deeply as he could.