"As if I could," Ianto breathed, his voice barely above a whisper, more breathy than a normal murmur was. Probably because Sulu's hand was in his hair, his nails scraping against his scalp and it just felt so good... "You're being a bit too--ah," he said, breaking his train of thought as he shivered involuntarily, his fingers clenching and running his nails over the skin of Sulu's back. "You're being a bit too distracting for something like that to happen, I think..."