Ianto wasn't a vocal person, not normally. Alcohol made him a bit looser in his reactions, though, enough so that he didn't think about the noises he was making, so that he wasn't ashamed to be making them, not paying attention to what was coming out of his mouth, what he was doing with his hands. He couldn't get enough of the feeling of Sulu's hand on him, of the feel of the other man pressed up against his front. He tipped his head back, his eyes falling shut, before tipping it forward to press his forehead against Sulu's shoulder. He rolled his hips against Sulu again, setting up a rhythm of sorts, sighing in pleasure. "...Christ," Ianto said. He was going to have to get upset more often if this was how the sex was going to be afterward.