Ianto shivered at the touch on his side. Sulu knew he liked his hands, that he liked them very much, and to be trailing them all about like this, well. It was working on getting Ianto worked up again, and pretty quickly all things considered. Making an executive decision and deciding that he was already pretty tipsy anyway, what harm could be done, he tipped back the rest of his wine and finished it off right then and there. Ianto leaned forward, putting the glass on the table, before sitting back and putting his now free hand on the other man's chest, keeping his other arm around his back.

"I do like them," Ianto said. "I...especially like them when they're touching me. When you're touching me..." Ianto leaned forward, bringing his hand from Sulu's chest to cup his cheek and turn his head into a kiss. "You taste like wine," Ianto observed after a moment, pulling back to crook a smile at the other man as he did so.