"Jack…," Ianto moaned, clutching Jack's shoulder, but not because he worried he'd fall.
"Good?" Jack checked, his tongue tracing just below Ianto's belly button.
"Jack," Ianto gasped. "I think you're teasing me when you could be fucking me."
Jack's eyebrows jumped and he got a glazed look in his eyes as he swallowed hard. He was completely stuck for a quick comeback and couldn't think of anything to do other than dropping to his knees and pulling Ianto toward the edge of the couch.
"Tell me what you want," Jack said, looking up at Ianto with eyes gone much darker than their usual lapis.
Ianto smirked as he leaned forward, catching Jack's sculpted chin and brushing his lips against Jack's ear as he whispered, "I want you to give me what I want… without being told."
Jack shuddered and every nerve in his body sparked, urging him to spring forward, pin Ianto down, and make short work of the both of them. He bit back that impulse though, literally clenching his jaw as he took a few deep breaths. That wasn't what Ianto wanted, that much he could guess. Not that it was fair in the least, making him guess with his brain so thoroughly scrambled with sex already.
Jack figured he could buy a little time to figure out what would please his lover by distracting him with straddling him lap for a deep kiss. Ianto liked kissing… a lot. Which was somewhat unusual, Jack thought. He'd known a lot of guys who were fine with sex but uncomfortable with kissing – well, ones on Earth anyway.
'Focus!' Jack told himself. 'What does Ianto like? Coffee, of course… and cleaning…,' he thought.
Ianto pulled back from the kiss ever so slightly, grinning. "You're stalling, Captain," he said sweetly.
Jack kept his eyes closed, hoping to avoid telegraphing the "busted" look. Not that it mattered, Ianto knew absolutely everything anyway. 'Coffee… cleaning…. Those aren't sex, damnit!' Ianto's hand on one cheek and lips on the other weren't helping his concentration.
"Come on, then. What do I want, Captain? Hmm? What will really do it for me, turn me inside out, take me apart?"
"Ianto…," Jack gulped. "I –"
Ianto shook his head minutely. "No, no. Not what you want."
'Think, damnit!' Jack shouted at himself. 'Coffee… cleaning…. Comfort! Yes, he likes comfort!'
"Let's go to bed," Jack murmured against Ianto's cheek.
Ianto gave the tiniest grin that told Jack he'd come up with the right answer. The rest would be no challenge at all, he knew exactly what would do it for Ianto there.