It was silly that a coat meant so much, but it had nearly killed Jack when he saw the greatcoat had been given away and to Remy no less. But it was back and that was all that mattered.
Ianto may not have been a pretty blusher, but Jack liked making him do so in any case. Just knowing he could get to the other man. Jack lifted his hands, cupping Ianto's face and covering the blush marks. "I like the way you taste after you've eaten one," Jack replied with a bit of a smirk. "But I do prefer the coffee-flavoured kisses." Closing his eyes and giving himself over to the kiss, Jack somehow managed to keep control even as he was on the bottom.