"Your tricks are still fun," Ianto reassured, a pang running through him at Jack's chosen form of address. That endearing handsome sounded far less charming from this Jack. He leaned in to take Jack's lips in a hungry kiss, lingering for a few moments before pulling back.

"Bedroom," he said breathlessly before Jack could protest, "Lube," he added, before Jack could insist the living room wall was more than sufficient. Jack could never pass up penetration for frottage. What Jack didn't need to know was that aside from lube, there was also a stun gun in the drawer of Ianto's bedside table.