Ianto forces himself to sit back and let John take over most of the action again. It's not really a scenario that lends itself to much participation on his end, but John doesn't seem to mind that much. Ianto's breath catching slightly as he mouths his way towards his arousal. He hardly needs to do much to get him going, the sight of John alone -- kneeling shirtless between his legs, mouth and hands intent on pleasuring him -- is enough to have him aching.

He reaches out to run a hand through John's hair, already mussed from his attention earlier, splaying his fingers across the back of his neck to hold that contact with him as he does.

"Tease," Ianto grinds out, a little playfully though there's something of a warning in his tone. He won't be able to take too much of that. Not when he wants this as bad as he does.