Now more than ever, Ianto was determined to make Jack lose it. He was a little too in control, while Ianto felt distinctly as if he were slowly coming unraveled. Shifting his weight to one hand, he began to trail the other over Jack's torso, quickly seeking out a nipple and giving it a harsh pinch. Then he soothed it, rubbing in a circular motion to calm the abused flesh. It was difficult to multitask, concentrating as he was on the calloused heat around his cock, the slap of flesh against flesh, and the delicious ache of Jack inside him. But he managed -- just.