Ianto doesn’t really understand what’s happening until John is grabbing him, tugging him sideways and back, and fitting him back against him. He has a half second’s thought to wonder if maybe he should have taken off his shoes as well before deciding that he just doesn’t care. He doesn’t care, not if John’s holding him in place like he is. He’s pretty sure that the other man should even be able to feel the quickening of his breathing, his heart rate, while he adjusts to the position and — John deposits a guitar in his lap.

He turns to glance at the other man over his shoulder, his face certainly flushed now, before he rests his hands tentatively on the guitar. “Well. I’m certainly willing to give it a try,” he offers. His lips quirking again in another half smile before he challenges, “At your leisure.”