Ianto slowly eases off, keeping his fingers wrapped around John's arousal even as his hand stills in place, pressing his face against the side of his face. Smiling against his skin as he feels John struggling against him. As the other man's fingernails bite into his flesh and his body quakes underneath his own.

"That's my name," he teases, cheekily. Turning his head to press another kiss in the crook of the other man's neck, giving him a moment to collect his breath enough to respond -- or not, he supposes -- before he moves to play his fingers along the line of his inner thigh.