Sulu shifted with Ianto, going willingly so long as Ianto's mouth was on his. He brought one of his hands down to Ianto's side, pulling his shirt up so that he could slide his hand underneath and run his hand along Ianto's skin. All he wanted to do was run his hands over every inch of the other man, but that would involve getting him undressed, which meant he'd have to pull away - and right now, that was not on his itinerary.

He wondered if he should make motions towards dragging Ianto up to his bed, but... Sulu couldn't help but think that the couch was as good a place as any to make out with the other man.