Ianto didn't mind not having the lights on. He obviously wouldn't make any sort of connection about the lighting being flattering to him at all, but it did create a certain atmosphere, and he was all for things like that. He let Sulu lead him across the room, toward the edge of the bed but then surprisingly not being pulled down to it yet. There was something different about this night in general, something slower, more relaxed, but not any less intense than other times. If Ianto were a more romantic man, he might suspect it having something to do with Valentine's Day, but. He wasn't going to go there.

As Sulu pulled him close, he let himself be moved around, his blue eyes reflecting the blue light of the lunar flowers as he gazed back at Sulu, before they fell shut, both at the kiss and the hand in his hair. Sulu's hand in his hair always felt amazing, and with the atmosphere and what they'd been up to before, at the moment it felt even more so. He didn't know what to expect from this whole idea of Sulu showing him what he liked about him business, but he was more than interested in finding out. Especially if it involved the other man's hands on him.