"An arrangement?" John echoes, and he touches their foreheads together -- releases Ianto's belt loops so he can run hands slowly under his shirt and up his back. "And what kind of arrangement might that be?"

One, he hopes, that involves Ianto taking his clothes off while they 'rest'. He teases him into a kiss, hands still rubbing up and down his back, and imagines Ianto spread out for him on his back. Maybe braced on his hands and knees. They're both pleasurable images, either way he gets to touch the other man.