Ianto made a little noise, letting out a breath of surprise against Sulu's lips as his head connected with the sofa arm, but other than that it didn't really effect him all that much. At Sulu's words, the only acknowledgment Ianto gave was a small, sighing sound as his hands loosened on Sulu's jacket and slid up to rest one on Sulu's cheek, the other snaking around his back and grasping the jacket yet again. God, but. Ianto really loved this jacket.

Lying back as he was against the sofa was awkward, so Ianto pushed himself up to sit up a little more, shifting underneath the other man but not moving away at all. Sulu had played along with his little battle of witticisms there, and might have possibly won, and that was so much of a turn-on for Ianto in that moment. That, and the jacket.