A slow, easy smile spread across Jack's face, and he raised Ianto's hand to his lips, pressing a light kiss against his knuckles, before smiling more wickedly. "Oh, yeah, I think I'm capable of finding something that might just do the trick..."

He slipped closer, pressing a light kiss to the corner of Ianto's jaw. "Of course," he said, his voice low, suggestive, "I could let you call the shots. Tell me what you want, Mr. Jones, and I'm yours..."