"Maybe a little," Sulu admitted, chewing on his lip again at the noises Ianto was making, knowing full well that if he dedicated himself, he could get off just on Ianto's voice. But he didn't want just Ianto's moans and throaty laughs; he wanted Ianto physically, and if Ianto could find his voice to tell him how to get that without making any mistakes, all the better.

"Want me to stop until you get your head sorted?" he teased, going so far as to pull his fingers out almost half-way before slowly pressing them back in, crooking them in an attempt to find that bundle of nerves Ianto didn't have a problem finding inside him. He was determined to do this correctly, and more than that, he wanted to make sure he did as good as Ianto gave.