Ianto groaned slightly at the feeling of Sulu rolling his hips again, as well as his words. "God, don't even jinx that," he said, knowing full well that it weren't possible for either of them to get pregnant normally, but. Who knew what might turn up with Torchwood, if they were to rule it out completely. Who knew whether there were some male version of a Nostrovite or something like that... Ianto didn't want to even think about it right then.

"Alright," he said. "No condom. Don't need one, why bother. Here, though," he said, uncapping the bottle and grabbing Sulu's hand, turning it palm up, before looking up at him through slightly lidded, lust-darkened blue eyes. "...care to do the honors, then?" he asked, quirking a bit of a smirk and an eyebrow and, yes, alright, blushing still, but it was pretty much a given that he would be at least a little flushed from this point on. He could put it on himself, but. Where would be the fun in that, after all. And while Sulu did that...Ianto could work on getting ready in other ways...