Sulu groaned against Ianto's mouth, pulling away from the kiss just slightly to try and catch his breath. He really, really wanted out of his jeans - he wanted Ianto out of his pants, too, for that matter. He wasn't sure if that was something they should get to right about then, though - he wasn't even sure if they wanted to stay down on the couch (which was comfortable as hell and... well, it made for some more interesting positions), or if they were going to try and make their way upstairs.

The way Ianto was moving against him, though, made it really hard to want to move at all. All he wanted to do was push back against Ianto, pressing himself close and kissing him once he got his breath back.