The one thing Jack loved was how easily their bodies fell together and just plain fit. He buried his head, tasting that hint of saltiness along Ianto's skin, groaning softly as the other man settled himself in Jack's lap. Trousers uncomfortably tight, Jack rocked upwards, bringing their groins into perfect alignment. "I think that can be arranged," Jack said, dragging his lips up to Ianto's jaw then finally kissed him on the lips. "Particularly sex in the whirlpools, big showers and giant bathtubs."
God, he ached for a shower just thinking of it.
"Gwen seemed to be looking her fill though, wasn't she?" Jack asked with a chuckle. Jack's hand wrapped around Ianto's wrist, leading it towards his groin -- didn't matter if the trousers were unzipped or not. He just needed Ianto's touch. Hell, he was greedy enough to have him that even a hand-job would do. God, was Jack Harkness... desperate? Never.