Sulu groaned, feeling as though he could finish right there with how worked up he was, but holding back because of just how good it felt. Ianto's hand in his hair made him nip at Ianto's lower lip, mumbling into their kiss. "Don't think I'm ever gonna get enough of you, Ianto," and wasn't that the truth? He could spend all night like this, if he could, just because it was possible.

And it'd been a few months since he'd gotten Ianto back, sure, but that didn't mean he didn't think about it a lot - think about how he had lost him and how willing he'd been to do anything to get him back, how what time they had gotten hadn't been enough, not nearly enough. And while the thoughts were coming now, even though they were really unwanted at that moment, Sulu couldn't help it from weighing on his mind to the point where he had to say something. Raising his hand from Ianto's thigh to his cheek, eyes half-lidded but sincere as he said, "I want you to know that I'm sorry that I wasn't around to save you. I'm not going to let that ever happen again."