Taking it slow was driving Sulu crazy - an amazing kind of crazy that made him aware of how little it would take to bring this moment to an end, and that going slow really was the only way they could keep going at all. He didn't mind at all. He didn't have any problem being vocal about it, either; he wanted Ianto to know that he liked it, that he would be happy to be like this for as long as possible.

He pressed his knees against the couch cushions; his arms wrapped around the back of Ianto's neck and he leaned his forehead to rest against Ianto's cheek, breathing ragged as he focused all his energies on just keeping control. When Ianto pulled back, he shifted his weight, meeting him as he thrust forward, making a strangled noise he'd probably be embarrassed for if he was more aware of himself in that moment.