Sulu's body twitched and he knew if Ianto moaned like that again, he wouldn't be able to keep himself together. But he didn't care - God, he couldn't care less. "God, Ianto," he said, his voice hoarse and breathless as he shifted, his hand dropping to grip Ianto's thigh, holding tight as he rocked his hips again, not trying to angle himself as he aid a few open-mouthed kisses on Ianto's shoulder.

"Do that again," he found himself saying, practically begging, twisting his hips as he searched out that same spot again, thrusting harder, faster, with less thought - he just wanted to hear Ianto again.