Whatever hesitation John might have had in the Central is certainly missing now. Ianto's hands tighten against John's shoulders and he reaches for him, fisting his hand back into the other man's hair as he moans softly into the kiss.

John doesn't need to work very hard to get a response from him. It's no secret that Ianto wants him too, after all. Of course, now that John really is touching him, he's a little bit stunned as to how to react. All reason shocked from his mind at the touch of John's lips to his mouth and the press of his hand -- somewhat lower.

He breaks free from the kiss again, after a few moments, and tucks his face against John's shoulder. Catching his breath and gathering his thoughts before he circles his hand around to tug at the zipper at the front of John's shirt, pressing his lips against the freshly exposed skin of his neck as he does.

He's vaguely aware of the fact that he's one, far too over-dressed for how warm he's starting to feel, and two, wearing quite possibly the most unflattering thermal underwear and John is about to become intimately aware of that fact as well. He gropes for something, anything to say in his defense, but his brain seems to be a bit otherwise preoccupied.