Unlike Sulu, Ianto was sure of the couch situation, and was pretty sure that regardless of whatever it was they ended up doing, he rather enjoyed Sulu sitting on his lap like this, rather enjoyed their positioning a great deal, even. The few moments that Sulu pulled back to breathe, Ianto grew certain of that much. He kissed Sulu back for a moment, pressing back, rolling their hips together again, his hands helping in that, holding Sulu's hips firm against his, before he couldn't take it anymore.

Ianto pulled back out of the kiss, panting slightly. "Christ," he said, his hands finding their way to Sulu's waistband, sliding around to the front to start fumbling with the button to Sulu's jeans. "These. Need off. They need off now," he said, his voice rough, his brain not really all-together with any other thought other than he was incredibly turned on in that moment. He ducked his head forward to press a kiss against Sulu's collarbone.