Sulu's hands continued trailing down Ianto's chest until he decided to press back against him, chest-to-chest, hips pressing as far in as they could given their position. His hands, meanwhile, dropped to Ianto's thighs, kneading, massaging - he seriously considered touching every last part of the other man, knowing that would most likely take longer than they could stay awake but wanting to anyway.

More important, though, was the fact that he really wanted to be on top of Ianto again; he liked pressing down against him, no matter what they were doing, and it would give him more room to move. He carefully reached up and pushed Ianto's shoulder, his mouth dropping to Ianto's neck, pausing only long enough to say, "Move back a bit." He could hardly recognize his voice; it was so much hoarser and heavier than before.