Ianto's own breathing was ragged and heavy, the same as Sulu's, taking a moment to try and get it under control again. His hand gripped at the back of the other man's neck before it ran down his chest to slip under his jacket, tugging slightly at the material as he did so. The jacket was nice, but. Now that they weren't just kissing, Ianto wanted more, and then the jacket was just being in the way between Ianto's hands and bare skin.

So Ianto hooked his other hand under Sulu's jacket as well, going up around his shoulders and pulling, tugging at it, making it very well known that this jacket was coming off, and it would only be the first thing in a list of more items of clothing to come off. It was Valentine's Day, damn it, and Ianto was tipsy, and more than a little eager.