Ianto takes the bottle back from the other man once he holds it out to him and sets it against his knee for a moment, considering his words. Peripherally, he understands that the military isn't exactly tolerant of -- well, this. The world in general still isn't all that tolerant of it, truth be told, but. Reported and discharged, really?
"And that's why you'd never done anything quite like that before, then," he hazards aloud, studying the other man's expression as he does. "You've spent most of your adult life in the military, after all."
He plays with the bottle between his fingers for a moment, taking a careful swallow before setting it back against his knee. John had still come up with the idea himself despite that, though. He'd still seemed to enjoy it, up until the point where some switch had flipped and the moment had gone from a playful ruse to an uncomfortable trap.
"But... You've. Experience with other men even despite that, yeah?" he hazards, glancing back up at him as he hands the bottle back across to John. "A little?"
no subject
"And that's why you'd never done anything quite like that before, then," he hazards aloud, studying the other man's expression as he does. "You've spent most of your adult life in the military, after all."
He plays with the bottle between his fingers for a moment, taking a careful swallow before setting it back against his knee. John had still come up with the idea himself despite that, though. He'd still seemed to enjoy it, up until the point where some switch had flipped and the moment had gone from a playful ruse to an uncomfortable trap.
"But... You've. Experience with other men even despite that, yeah?" he hazards, glancing back up at him as he hands the bottle back across to John. "A little?"