There it is. The response that Ianto was hoping for, John squirming and bucking under his touch, the sound of his breathing rough and heady, and if it weren't for the fact that Ianto had already finished himself he'd have a hard time concentrating on the task at hand. It's already a challenge enough as it is.

"Yes," he breathes, mouthing his way along the line of John's jaw. Moving as John directs him, pressed as tight as he can against the other man while still giving himself the space enough to continue. "Is this what you like?"