Ianto had originally intended to return the favor and take him in his mouth, but the way that John holds him, he isn't sure that's what he wants from this anymore. Not when he can have this, skin against skin, the other man pliant in his hands. Hot and needy and oddly gentle all in the same breath. His, and his alone.

What I want is you. The words light a fire all of their own in Ianto's chest, and he wishes on one hand that he hadn't finished quite so soon, that he had more of himself to offer in this moment. That what he can give isn't too much in the same breath. John does seem... Taken up in the moment as it is.

Shifting slightly, he kisses a trail down John's breastbone, mouthing against his chest as he rocks forward again. Using his weight and the press of his body against John's hips in his favor as he moves.