"That's the goal," Sulu said, smirking against Ianto's skin, "Though you're going to make me jealous of my hands." And that was maybe a little too close to saying it aloud for comfort, especially in this situation, so he moved to kiss Ianto hard to keep himself from saying anything else that might be a little too much for the moment. His back arched so that he could slide a hand between them, taking Ianto into his hand and stroking firmly, slowly. "But if it's my hands you like, I can make that work..."