Ianto returns the kiss, slipping his arms around the other man's waist and drawing him in. His own desire for the other man fairly evident at this point, now that John has divested him of the rest of his clothing. Hooking his fingers into John's waistband, he teases at the skin just beneath, rocking into the kiss in response to the other man's intensity until at last he has to pull free to breathe.

Ducking his head, he mouths at the skin of the other man's neck. "You can have me," he murmurs, slipping his hands in between them to fumble at the buttons of his trousers in earnest now. "Christ, John. I'm yours, just get these bloody things off."