John smiles and draws back a little as Ianto struggles out of his fleece, skims his own off over his head and lets his black t-shirt follow it -- dumps them on the ground and grabs up the bottle he discarded earlier. He unscrews the cap and takes a swig -- holds it out to Ianto and squeezes his thigh gently with his other hand.

"You okay?"

Since he just started moving, really, didn't stop to ask. He doesn't think Ianto is in any way not into this but he might need a minute or two. Might prefer something else, for that matter, to John between his legs this way. Which is fine, he can adapt.