Sulu found himself pulling away from their kiss, freeing up Ianto's mouth so that he could make as much noise as he pleased - Ianto never struck him as a vocal kind of guy when it came to these situations, but he was finding himself constantly happily surprised. He loved hearing the sounds Ianto made, and he loved being the cause.

His eyes opened, half-lidded and all right, maybe his gaze was a little unfocused, but he wanted to watch Ianto's face as he stroked him, pressing his hips against the couch and Ianto's thighs as he was pulled forward, having absolutely no problem with his hand being trapped where it was. He didn't mind one damned thing about anything they were doing right now - it was all honestly perfect.