Ianto raised his other hand to cup Sulu's cheek, pulling him forward to kiss him firmly once more, before pulling back with a smile. "Alright, then," he said. And gently, he pulled his fingers away, moving to grip himself and shifting, positioning himself in the right way at Sulu's entrance, before shifting forward and in one fluid, forward motion, and sliding himself into place.

He had to hold his breath for a moment. They had already waited so long that, if he did too much more in that moment, then things would be over right there and then. Shuddering slightly, he let out a shaky half sigh, half moan, tipping his head forward to bury it against Sulu's neck. He wanted to ask if Sulu was alright, if this was alright, but. God, he couldn't seem to formulate words anymore. So instead, he put his hands on either side of Sulu's hips, and, after the proper amount of steeling himself, slowly pulled out as much as he could given their position, before quickly and firmly thrusting back into place.