The sensations were as always, amazing. Jack could be intense when his whole attention was focused on one person, but if Ianto ever found it overwhelming, he wasn't complaining. It was the right kind of overwhelming.

Jack's hands were teasing, the one on his thigh running hot over the soft inner skin, the one on his cock moving agonizingly slow. With the combined stimulation rushing the blood from his brain, Ianto saw stars when he bore down and Jack rolled deeply into him, perfectly in sync. Little gratified noises and hitches of breath escaped unheeded from his mouth as the ache of pleasure pulsed to the rocking of their hips.