Ianto growled out a low protest, spearing Jack with a look as he cursed under his breath in Welsh. He could tell Jack was enjoying himself, the imp. But if that was how Jack wanted to play, he was game.

Leaning forward for a better angle, Ianto thrust, using Jack's hand for his pleasure before bottoming out on Jack's thick cock, again and again. It was an effort, but a gratifying one that lent a gleam of triumph to Ianto's gaze. He didn't know how long he could sustain the pace, but he trusted Jack to help if he faltered.