"We are taking it slow," Ianto retorted. Slower than they had been downstairs at any rate. "Any slower and we won't make it to where we want to be, though, yeah?" He chuckled slightly. "It's our second go around. I'm already...well. A bit more fired up than usual," he said, flushing, but it was true.

Ianto hummed at the question as to whether there was any way he wanted this or not. "Let's. Like this, keep it like this," he said. "I... I want to be able to see you," he said. "I... I like being able to see you. See what you're doing..." For moments like these, anyway. If it was a quick and passionate being thrown over someone's desk, well then. Ianto didn't particularly mind whether he could see his partner or not. But when they were taking it slow, when things were more about emotions and feelings, then. Yeah. Of course, he wouldn't mind taking it a step further and hooking his legs over Sulu's shoulders, he really liked that, but. He wasn't quite sure how to express that.

"Just... Do what feels right. Do what feels natural. And if that means...y'know. Shifting a bit, then," Ianto said, as he looked up from where he lay underneath the other man, "by all means. Shift away. I'll tell you if I don't like something. We're both going to enjoy this, after all."