Ianto shuddered, a tiny gasp of surprise and arousal escaping his lips. Sandwiched between Jack Harkness and John Hart...bit of an erotic wet dream, actually. His eyes closed, dark lashes resting against his pale skin, as he ground back into John, fingers finding Jack's half-hard cock, squeezing it gently.

His lips found Jack's, and he parted his, his tongue tangling with the older man's.