Relaxing into the kiss, Jack slid his arm from around Ianto's waist, reaching for the button of his trousers, a bit surprised to find Ianto still had them on. He brought his other hand to Ianto's face, brushing his fingers along the line of his jaw.
Ianto caught Jack's hnd when it came up to his face, pulling away despite the protesting noise from Jack. "Shh." He met Jack's eyes a moment, setting his hand back on the bed, pressing gently. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Jack's forehead, before turning him towards Spike, encouraging him to roll onto his side. Pressing close behind him, whispering in his ear, "I want him to fuck you, Jack. Would you do that for me? Let him fuck you, drain you dry again as you come?"