Sulu didn't mind the shift, his knees sliding forward to press into the couch cushions, giving him better leverage as he pressed down into Ianto's lap. He went willingly into the kiss, his one hand finding the back of Ianto's head, running his nails through his hair. He ran his other hand along Ianto's side until he found the waistband of his pants, hooking his fingers over it, pulling gently. He knew he'd have to undo Ianto's fly before those pants even thought about coming off, but he was okay with holding off for the time being.
He felt like he should say something, but nothing was coming to mind that was really appropriate for the situation, and so he just tried to convey what he was thinking with his mouth and his hands, pressing into Ianto as much as he could without abandoning any hope of moving from the couch eventually.
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He felt like he should say something, but nothing was coming to mind that was really appropriate for the situation, and so he just tried to convey what he was thinking with his mouth and his hands, pressing into Ianto as much as he could without abandoning any hope of moving from the couch eventually.