Sulu's own breathing was getting a little ragged as he pressed his chest against Ianto's, fingers trailing along the other man's side. He threaded his other hand into Ianto's hair, fingernails grazing across his scalp as he pulled Ianto as close as he could. He was going to have to pull away for a breath, soon enough, but until then...

Shifting on his knees, Sulu brought himself closer to Ianto, moving to straddle him and eliminate more of the distance between them. Finally, though, he had to pull away, breathing heavily and moving to kiss and nip at Ianto's earlobe.