"Is wanting to see what you have hiding under your clothes, rude?" Ianto sounded almost amused, though it did not completely come across. No. Watching this show was getting to him a bit too strongly to even hope to pull his eyes away. Of course Jack was going to make him nearly beg. Some things never changed.

He wet his lips, eyes following the exposure of skin. Jack might enjoy this game, but Ianto had been away from Jack, from what Jack could do to him with a look and a few words, for too long. His desires were closing in on his rationality and he was going to have to get Jack in the handcuffs very soon. Luckily he had a plan for that.

His eyes never leaving Jack, he rested the hand holding the handcuffs on the computer chair, letting his grip hide the cuffs and make it look like he was using the chair for balance. His free hand drifted to his own cock, hard and aching between his legs, and gave it a slow stroke, letting another moan fall from his lips.

He was already making plenty of sacrifices for this cause, so he worked himself back to breathy, husky words and let the please rush past his lips like a breeze between trees. "Please, Jack. I want to feel your bare skin beneath my fingers." And there was something already close to desperate in that request. As if he needed Jack's skin like he needed oxygen.