John lets out a shaky, breathy laugh at that. He feels almost light-headed, for something so simple the whole thing feels overwhelming. Is that what you like? As if he normally does this, when in reality his touch is normally so much quicker and rougher. His hand drops from Ianto's back and grips at the sheets, fingers curling hard into them until it bunches, and John's whole body begins to telegraph building tension.
"Yeah," he manages, and then more emphatically -- "fuck."
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John lets out a shaky, breathy laugh at that. He feels almost light-headed, for something so simple the whole thing feels overwhelming. Is that what you like? As if he normally does this, when in reality his touch is normally so much quicker and rougher. His hand drops from Ianto's back and grips at the sheets, fingers curling hard into them until it bunches, and John's whole body begins to telegraph building tension.
"Yeah," he manages, and then more emphatically -- "fuck."