He lets out the huff of a laugh as John flops back onto his back and leaves him to it. Not that he doesn't appreciate how cooperative the other man is being -- far from it, of course. But it just amuses him how pliant he is in return (and surprises him a little as well, if he's being honest, though he is certainly not complaining).

Ianto strokes his hand in place for a moment longer before pushing himself up to kneel over him. Lowering himself down to mouth his way down his chest as he pauses to fumble with John's gun belt. Pausing to raise his head as he realizes that John isn't wearing one belt, but two, and that he's going to need to look at what he's doing to understand how they all fit together.

He frowns, tugging at it for emphasis before he comments, "You may not be personally..." But this is certainly a road block. He undoes the first snap of the gun belt, which he thinks is the right way to go about it all but he's honestly not sure. He's never really paid attention to how John put it all on before.