Sulu's grin widened as he saw just how out of it Ianto was, loving the fact that he'd put the other's usually coherent mind through the wringer. He really wouldn't have minded finishing the other off with his mouth, but as Ianto moved to pull off his pants, he decided it really would've been a waste of a good night.

"Yeah," he said after a moment, "I think they do." Reaching forward, Sulu hooked his fingers over Ianto's waistband and helped pull off the rest of his clothes, maybe dragging his fingertips against Ianto's skin a little more than necessary. He couldn't help it; he just liked touching Ianto whenever he could get away with it - and in situations like this, he could always get away with it.