"Well, nurse Jones, whatever you suggest."

John tugs his t-shirt forward over his head, twitches Ianto a wry smile as he gathers him back into his arms and guides him toward the bed. Fingers search their way under fabric, rub up and down the skin of Ianto's back encouraging and press into it.

"Though I would hope you intend to set a good example."

By stripping first, maybe? John is just impatient to start touching him.