Ianto moaned into the kiss, missing whatever other meaning Sulu's words might have had because he was so otherwise preoccupied with the fact that other man's gorgeous hands were touching him, stroking him, and he didn't know how to react himself. He couldn't help but arching in the other man's touch, pressing himself into Sulu's grip, humming a bit under his breath both out of pleasure out of what the other's doing and also because...god, he really did have some sort of a fetish for Sulu's hands or something.

Ianto wanted to make it known that he approved of Sulu's actions, but he really wasn't one for talking all too much in situations like these, so he settled for laying his palms flat and wide against Sulu's hips and pulling them forward, trapping Sulu's hand between their bodies before rolling his hips again. Yeah, there really should be no doubt to the other man just how much Ianto was enjoying himself in that moment.