Ianto panted slightly, swallowing, finding his voice again and trying very hard not to move or have Sulu accidentally brush that spot again, because he didn't think he could not make that noise if Sulu did it again, and he really wanted to do this as well. "Ah, ah, yeah. Fair...fair point," he said, breathlessly. "Well. I don't... I don't think that I'm going to need any more preparation. I'm...pretty sure that I'm as prepared as I'm going to get, here." He laughed, lightly, and unclenched his hand from Sulu's side.

"You... Might want to get a move on with this, then," he said. "I'm not sure I'll be able to make it much longer if you don't either, and..." He splayed his fingers on Sulu's skin. "I...want you. I want this. So." He laughed again, trying hard not to shift and press into Sulu's fingers again, although lord was it tempting. "What're we waiting for, then?"