"Very well then," Ianto replies, his lips curving into a smile before he releases the other man and steps back just far enough to be able to get at the buttons of his shirt. Fingers deftly working their way along the line of what he'd managed to do up and reversing his progress before he moves to shrug out of the fabric, draping it over the foot of the bed and flicking his eyes up to John with another heated smile.
"Is this what you had in mind?" he murmurs, as he reaches for the fastenings of his jeans.
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"Very well then," Ianto replies, his lips curving into a smile before he releases the other man and steps back just far enough to be able to get at the buttons of his shirt. Fingers deftly working their way along the line of what he'd managed to do up and reversing his progress before he moves to shrug out of the fabric, draping it over the foot of the bed and flicking his eyes up to John with another heated smile.
"Is this what you had in mind?" he murmurs, as he reaches for the fastenings of his jeans.