"Not just," Ianto echoes, though he knows John's not doing it to make him uncomfortable at all. That's all his own fault, as he stands not knowing quite what to do with himself. Registering the press and slide of the other man's fingers against his skin. John is being gentle and considerate and Ianto honestly doesn't mind the touch so much as he minds the fact that he had to undress to do this. He tries to stand still and steady and not give any of it too much thought, but he can feel the heat rising from his skin and he knows that he's flushing slightly despite his best efforts otherwise.

He can feel an uncomfortable silence building between them, and the longer he tries not to be awkward about this the more this one grows. Doing his best not to fidget too much he can't help but turn to glance at the other man over his shoulder. Studying his face as he works. He is standing very close.