Oh what utter relief. Jack sighed softly as his trousers were undone, fabric no longer stretching far too tight that it had almost reached the point of painful. Now, though, able to rub against Ianto without any fabric between them was downright heavenly. The kisses weren't so much kisses as open-mouthed pressing of lips together, almost as if Jack was attempting to devour Ianto whole from the mouth down.
"Lounging?" Jack asked, rocking his hips sharply as if to punctuate the statement. "Don't think there'd be much lounging." A weekend away with Ianto at some swank Cardiff hotel -- the idea shouldn't have made him smile as much as it did.
"You do," Jack murmured, drawing his lips along Ianto's jaw and moving towards his earlobe to find that spot, "make quite the climax face. The laugh was more nervous than anything. Either that or she was trying to figure out how to get between us." Deftly, Jack switched their positions so he was pinning Ianto to the makeshift bed, hips slowly mimicking the slide of sex, rubbing groin to groin. Tonight, this would have to do until they procured something that would work as lube -- not to mention not knowing when Shannon would be arriving.