Good. Good, because John wouldn't want to turn back now. He slinks back down to his knees again and begins kissing along his thigh, takes him in hand and steels himself against any waves of panic. This is something he's not exactly experienced in, but he wants to try. He wants to taste Ianto and see him squirm, to see him come undone.

His head lowers and John begins mouthing at soft, sensitive skin -- teasing the base of his shaft and trying to let his mind quiet of anything else. To just focus on the taste of it, the feel of Ianto in his hand and the heat of him.