Ianto huffs the breath of a laugh against John's skin. No, as delicious as that might be, he's not really in the mood to drag this out that long. He raises head again, smoothing his hand through the other man's hair before fisting it to turn his head into another searing kiss. Lingering in the press of John's lips against his own, nipping at his bottom lip before slowly resuming the pace of his hand below.

"Your wish is my command," he murmurs huskily, which is honestly a pretty terrible line but he doesn't really care about any of that in the moment, all things considered.