This was perfect, and it sucked that Sulu had to keep such a tight rein on himself in order to even try to enjoy it. He wanted nothing more than to be able to make this last, but between the wine and the noises Ianto was making, it was impossible to put a hold on the inevitable without a whole lot of self restraint - restraint Sulu just wouldn't be able to keep up.

Instead of focusing on that fact any longer, Sulu put it from his mind and did what felt right. He began rocking his hips, his pace steady and only just barely faster than before, shoulders pulling together as he leaned over Ianto and kissed his jaw and neck, angling his hips to try and hit that spot inside Ianto that got him to make even more noise, his own throat vibrating with low-seated groans as he moved.