Back arching against Ianto's fingers, Sulu made a soft noise and moved to kiss Ianto along his jaw, reaching his mouth and planting a hot kiss there. "I could stop, if you want," he offered coyly, smirking against Ianto's mouth as he finished unbuttoning his shirt, "I don't want to be a distraction, or anything." But he knew Ianto would tell him off for that - the man had slept plenty, he knew, during the last few months, and so he just bent his head, pushing aside Ianto's shirt enough to lay an open-mouthed kiss against his collarbone.