Gloves, yes -- but Ianto isn't putting them on and John goes to jerk away as Ianto grabs his wrist and that hurts more than the cloth, the motion of pulling against restraint.

He grits his teeth and seethes, and he knows Ianto can feel the seething but he doesn't care.

"They're not meant to be for decoration," he grits out, and he can definitely feel the discomfort of his arm being touched but his anger is far stronger than his pain for the moment.