Ianto sucked in a breath against Sulu's lips at the feeling of his hand on his skin. Not because it was surprising at all--when Sulu started pulling at his shirt, he'd known what was coming next--but because Ianto's body was just so charged in that moment. Maybe it was the tension from the meeting with Owen, maybe it was the fact that though he still hadn't said it aloud, the feelings that he felt for the man he was kissing, the man who had brought him flowers, roses, for Valentine's day, transcended...well. Nearly everything Ianto could come up with in that moment.

Ianto's hand on Sulu's cheek slid back to rest on the back of the other man's neck, resting there, holding him in place, as he flicked his tongue into the other man's mouth, tasting the sweetness of the wine there, making a little noise of pleasure at it. Oh no, he wasn't letting this man go anywhere anytime soon.