Ianto drops his shirts away and immediately John wraps his arms back around him, kisses up his chest and along his shoulder -- clutching him close and moving one hand to rest on the back of his neck.

"What I want," he answers, "is you."

His skin, his hands, his mouth, everything. He flops onto his back again, pulling Ianto with him and then rolling him sideways -- grabbing out for the blankets to pull with them so they're wrapped up in them together as they move.