Sulu pressed his lips to the side of Ianto's head, his free hand gripping Ianto's thigh as he stroked him, pressing in against him as much as he could. He wanted Ianto to lean back, so he could watch him, but he was as content just feeling him.

"Ianto," he murmured, practically into Ianto's ear with the way they were sitting, "God - you're gorgeous. You always deny it, but you really are." Every time he'd complimented the other, he'd always denied it, and Sulu could never understand why.