Ianto let himself be tugged upright, going willingly, his own arms wrapping themselves around Sulu's back as he kisses Sulu back, giving it all he had in that moment. He shifted slightly, keeping Sulu in his lap as he turns the pair of them, moving so that he was sitting the right way on the sofa again, with his back against the backrest. This was half because at the moment, sitting up for any period of time was difficult, but also because it gave Sulu the right leverage to be able to kiss him properly.

One of Ianto's hands slid down the other man's back to the side of his thigh, running his hand along the fabric of his jeans, his hand tingling slightly with the friction of the action, the effect not all that unpleasant for the rest of him as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss as best he could.