"Well I do need my beauty sleep," John teases, and he begins to gently encourage Ianto to move backwards with him across the room. "But," he adds, "do you know what would help me sleep best?"
He suspects Ianto has an idea of what his answer might be, but John isn't interested in making it a guessing game. He lowers his voice as if revealing a secret, lips hovering near the curve of the other man's ear.
"If you took off your clothes," he whispers, "and wrapped your legs around me."
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"Well I do need my beauty sleep," John teases, and he begins to gently encourage Ianto to move backwards with him across the room. "But," he adds, "do you know what would help me sleep best?"
He suspects Ianto has an idea of what his answer might be, but John isn't interested in making it a guessing game. He lowers his voice as if revealing a secret, lips hovering near the curve of the other man's ear.
"If you took off your clothes," he whispers, "and wrapped your legs around me."