Sulu's mind went blank as Ianto's body twisted under him; he could feel the man's nails on his back, hear that beautiful noise coming from Ianto and burying into his chest, but all he could feel was just how amazing everything felt, how tight Ianto was around him - and he found himself sagging against him, his own climax passing without him even realizing it. It was a good sort of numbness, though; the kind that he could get very used to.

He sighed against Ianto's shoulder, laughing a little as he tried to catch his breath. "Sounds about right," he mumbled, not wanting to move from on top of Ianto - in all honesty, it was probably impossible to even think about moving at this point.