He laughs again, a less restrained laugh -- a low, rough sort of sound as he tugs Ianto's jeans down further and peels down his thermal layer.

"Mere mortals," he repeats, and smiles up at him as he finally exposes some skin. "Pretty sure I'm mortal too, Jones."

For that matter, he's pretty sure they're both very aware of that. He settles himself in between Ianto's legs, begins kissing at patches of exposed thigh and running his hands over them. Nuzzling his face into his hip to see if he can coax him into responding.

"I'll keep you warm," he murmurs, even though Ianto feels like he's already warming up without much help.