Oh but how Jack loved getting Ianto to curse, particularly when he was attempting to be quiet. Which, of course, meant that Jack would have to get him to yell out at some point -- just to see if he could. Didn't matter if there were others around, they should know that there was a couple in residence and the noises of sex.
The bit of time that followed, when Ianto's voice still remained low were some of his favourite times. Jack did adore the Welsh and for this specific reason: the guttural, gravelly Welsh. Wasn't a better sound in the world as far as he was concerned.
"Yes, yes we do," Jack admitted some time later, fringe plastered to his forehead. May not have gone 'all the way', but he was sweating as if they had. Apparently that much by way of 'frustrations' had built up between them. Well, there'd be no more of that. "Thank you?" He asked, lifting a brow. "For what, exactly?"