Sulu couldn't help but chuckle at Ianto's impatience, reaching down to grab the hem of his shirt. "It would be unfair," he conceded, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere to the side, not caring about where it landed when he could be focusing on Ianto.

He moved to sit on Ianto's thighs, hands finding either shoulder and pulling him up, sliding his arms around Ianto's back as he all but sat in Ianto's lap, kissing him heatedly, with every intention of losing himself in the moment.