Sulu let out a throaty laugh, closing his eyes and turning to rest his head against Ianto's shoulder. "Yeah," he mumbled against Ianto's skin, "My thoughts exactly." He knew they were probably going to want to move, somehow, but...

He shifted, pulling up and off of Ianto, before letting himself settle against the other's chest and stomach. "Going to need a shower, sometime," he realized, yawning just a little. "And more wine," he added, because there weren't going to be a lot of times where wine would be fitting, he figured.