John laughs again, a harsh, low, rough sounding sort of laugh before he slowly sits himself back up -- swaying a little before he steadies himself against Ianto and begins undoing the buckles around his legs. He leans forward to catch Ianto's lips in a gentle kiss, then undoes the last buckle and carefully moves his belt and gun to the floor.

"How's that?" he prompts, and loops his arms around Ianto to haul him up -- burrows his face into his neck and sighs contently at the closeness.