He knew Ianto wanted to go faster - he could feel it in the tension they both shared, by the way Ianto kept his hands on his belt loops even once he'd pressed back down against him. He wanted to go faster too, but he was patient; he liked taking his time when he was with Ianto, being able to relish every touch and kiss.

Still, he didn't want to push Ianto from arousal to frustration, so he shifted, pressing his hips against Ianto as best he could in his position, nipping at Ianto's lower lip as he did so. He was taking his time, sure - but that didn't mean e wasn't very interested in moving this forward.