Ianto was having a hard time following what all it was that Sulu was doing with all this shifting around when his hand was wrapped around his erection as it was. His eyes fluttered shut as he felt the other man stroking it, firmly, not beating around the bush as he had been earlier.

At the absence of Sulu's thighs around his waist, though, Ianto groaned, the noise half questioning, half pleading for the other to come back, stop whatever it was that he was doing and just keep going, before he flickered his eyes open enough to watch Sulu pulling his jeans off and then lowering his mouth down to cover Ianto's arousal. It was all he could do to keep himself from arching back up into the touch right there and then, both at the sight and sensation of it all. Ianto brought a hand to thread through Sulu's hair, gripping, careful not to do more than just hold on, as his head fell back against the back of the sofa and he let out a low, soft moan. God, but Sulu's mouth felt amazing.