Sulu laughed breathlessly into Ianto's shoulder, tilting his head in a quiet affirmation. "I'm not going to let go of you that easily," he murmured, closing his eyes against the feel of Ianto's hands on him, their hips pressing against each other's and that amazing accent...

"God, no, I'm not gonna make you stop. Don't think I could let you," he added, leaning back a bit to push Ianto's shirt away from his chest and stomach, pushing it as far off his shoulders as it could go before Ianto needed to take some initiative. He ran his hands from Ianto's collarbone to his hips, gripping the fabric of his pants, "But I'm not gonna let you stay dressed, either."