Ianto opens his mouth to the other man's kiss as John's fingers find their way under his shirt to rub up and down the skin of his back. What kind of an arrangement might that be. It takes him a moment to collect himself before he can pull back from the kiss and respond. Pressing his forehead back against John's in turn, his desire for the other man warring against an honest concern not to overtax him tonight, after everything else.

"Well," he replies, at length. "One that involves you coming to bed with me." He pulls back far enough to be able to look the other man in the eyes, smiling at him as he does. "For a start."