"Newer?" Ianto asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he does. Still doing his best to keep up the pretense but the press of John's body and that slow spread of a smile in combination with each other are doing funny things to his insides.
Now that he has his jacket open, Ianto snakes a hand in underneath it and around John's waist. Wrapping a hand around his lower back and bunching his fingers in the fabric of his shirt there. It helps to ground himself, a little. To remind himself that this is their cover, after all. Helps to keep himself from arching against the warm press of that body and the thigh shoved between his legs. He's pretty sure all pretense would be out the window if he let himself give in to that.
"What does it say?" he breathes, flicking his eyes around the room to be certain they still aren't gathering that much attention and then tipping his face forward into John's neck in turn.
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"Newer?" Ianto asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he does. Still doing his best to keep up the pretense but the press of John's body and that slow spread of a smile in combination with each other are doing funny things to his insides.
Now that he has his jacket open, Ianto snakes a hand in underneath it and around John's waist. Wrapping a hand around his lower back and bunching his fingers in the fabric of his shirt there. It helps to ground himself, a little. To remind himself that this is their cover, after all. Helps to keep himself from arching against the warm press of that body and the thigh shoved between his legs. He's pretty sure all pretense would be out the window if he let himself give in to that.
"What does it say?" he breathes, flicking his eyes around the room to be certain they still aren't gathering that much attention and then tipping his face forward into John's neck in turn.