Ianto presses his lips against the corner of John's jaw and rides his climax with him, working him with his hand until he knows the other man has spent and is lying finished, liquid and boneless beneath him. He keeps his hand wrapped around the other man for a moment longer before he releases him and moves to wipe his hand on the sheets -- hardly the most delicate of actions, but they're going to have to request new after this anyway.

He moves when John grabs for him, wrapping an arm around the other man's chest and settling his head on his shoulder. The position makes him seem more vulnerable than he might otherwise like, but. He doesn't mind so much, with John. In fact, he rather enjoys it. This loose-limbed sprawl of theirs, just the pair of them together, skin to skin, soaking in the other man's warmth. And how warm he is just now...

"Hey," Ianto replies, tilting his head to glance up at John and flicking him a smile. He smooths his hand across John's chest. "Alright?"