Ianto lay back and watched the other man, well aware that he was taking his time in removing that jacket and oscillating between enjoying watching Sulu taking it off slowly as he was, and wanting him to move faster because they weren't touching except for where Sulu was kneeling over him. Unable to help himself, he reached out, putting his hands on Sulu's waist, just hooking his fingers in the belt loops of Sulu's jeans, watching the other man with darkened eyes as he moved.

He was glad when Sulu finished however, not even watching where the jacket ended up, only concerned with the fact that Sulu was back to touching him again. He was okay with taking it slow. They had the time, after all. He had to keep reminding himself that much, however. It was hard to keep in mind through the slight haze of alcohol when everything inside of him was urging him forward, faster. He kissed Sulu back, languidly, his fingers for the moment apparently content where they were in his belt loops, though. They did have the time to take it slow, after all.