Ianto stood up, agile fingers moving to unhook the buttons on Jack's trousers. He was used to removing clothes. Efficient at it too.

"You couldn't do it yourself, you lazy man..." Ianto murmured. "You're fingers aren't broken are they?" His accent had deepened, caressing those vowels, making the words sound perfectly indecent. "Because if so, we're going to be terribly disappointed."

He leaned in, nipping Jack's jawline, and pushed his trousers to the floor.