The panel isn't the only one responding to John's touch. Ianto does decide to let his bag drop at this point. He needs both of his hands free, the second coming up to rest against the other man's hip as the first snakes around the back of his neck, gripping tightly. There's an inner part of Ianto that's pretty sure he's not all that interested in the panel to his left anymore himself, though he at least has the grace to keep from saying as much aloud. It's just as well there's a wall behind him. It's probably half of what's keeping him upright at this point.

Swallowing thickly, he licks his lips, very aware of John's thigh between his legs as he forces himself to form a coherent reply.

"A simple plan," he repeats again. He's doing a lot of repeating, but his brain is having a hard time keeping up for the moment. "I suppose it is that." Keeping himself from turning to try and look at the panel itself is rather simple, what with John's face in the way. He shifts to run his fingers through John's hair. "Was part of this plan of yours to give them an eyeful as well?"