Ianto did get it, to some extent. Sure, he hadn't heard the words yet, but he hadn't heard them from Jack either, and he still knew. There were other ways of communicating these emotions, these connections, after all, other than with the words. They'd get there eventually, he was sure. Just not now. He was otherwise preoccupied, as it was, with the fact that Sulu's hand was in his hair and the nails scraping against his scalp sent shivers down his spine.

Ianto arched under Sulu's hands, both of his coming to rest on the other man's waist, at the waist of his jeans, his nails scraping their way over the other man's skin as he did so. He wanted more, wanted to get further, but this lazy, passionate pace that they had going there was...nice. Really nice. He hummed against Sulu's mouth, before hooking his hands around Sulu's waist once more and pushing him closer, arching his hips up to press against Sulu through their clothes.