Jack shivered slightly, his fingers stilling on John's side a moment before he slid them down, tracing feather light across John's thigh, around. "Inside of both thighs," he whispered softly, leaning down a little to nip where he had bruised the side of John's neck. "Ripped open the side of my neck, though there he had a little help." His other hand touched the front of John's right shoulder. "He didn't bite me on the shoulder, but he did make use of the wound Ianto opened up there to feed."