"Was the part where I'm undressing you not a clue?"

He feels it should have been a pretty solid clue. Fingers fumble open Ianto's belt and then John is beginning to paw open his jeans too, rubbing the heel of his hand against Ianto through them before trying to shift layers around to get his hand inside them. Ianto is warm and so close, so nice to just run his hands over. John can't help a momentary fantasy of the man writhing under him, of how he'd look spread out. Of how he'd feel.

John surges up into another kiss, this one a little more eager, and begins to coax him more to life with firm, efficient touches.