Ianto made a very agreeable noise and pumped leisurely into Jack's hand, sighing soft and long as he sunk further down onto his fingers. Finding his sweet spot, he pressed against it in a rolling motion, relaxing fully into the slow pace.

He fumbled a little reaching for the lube, his concentration thrown, but managed to squeeze some onto his palm before firmly taking Jack in hand. He matched the pace Jack had set, thumbing the head of Jack's cock on the downward slide and squeezing gently on the way back up.