While the bed was going to come in handy soon enough, Sulu wanted to spend a little time on his feet. He gripped Ianto's hair, not exceedingly tightly but enough to show that he wasn't treating the other man delicately - because one of the things about Ianto that he loved was the fact that he didn't need to be tip-toed around, or treated like something that would break. Even though he was back from the dead, he was alive and healthy again; all that making sure Ianto was comfortable and keeping himself to eggshell touches - none of it was needed now.

One of his hands dropped from Ianto's hair, fingers sliding against every inch of Ianto's spine before pressing against the small of his back, grinding his hips into Ianto's as he fell flush against him. "Hope my hands are being informative here," he murmured, unable to help himself.