Sulu shivered as Ianto's hands trailed down his sides, eyes drifting shut as he committed this feeling to memory, because no matter what, this was what he wanted to remember about the night. The feel of Ianto's hands on his skin and his own hands on Ianto - yeah. Definitely exactly the kind of thing he wanted to remember.

He couldn't help but grin at Ianto's suggestion, raising his head to look down at the other man. It wasn't hard to catch onto what he was suggesting, and he had no problem with it, but. "Is that something you'd want?" he asked, tone just as idle as Ianto's, "Because. I'm up for it if you are." He shifted his weight, pressing down a bit because, well. He was up for it in every sense of the word, and he didn't want Ianto to forget that.