Rather than answering, Ianto chuckled and playfully flipped Jack onto his back, straddling him. He took the lube with a wicked smile, popping the cap off without breaking eye contact.

"I want you to touch me, Jack," he said, squeezing some lube onto his fingers. "Touch me while you watch me prepare myself for you, but don't touch yourself." Ianto slipped the first finger into himself, watching Jack's face with intent anticipation for his reaction.