Ianto lay back underneath the other man, breathing still coming in short pants as he did so, moving to wrap his arm around Sulu's back once more, splaying his palm flat and wide against the other man's skin and shifting his leg off until it was lying down on the bed once more. He really didn't want to move at all, wasn't sure that he could just yet. He knew he had to get up sometime to get cleaned off, but that's as far as his mind was taking him in that moment, clearly still reeling at how powerful that had been him despite the fact that they had barely done that much at all. Ianto blamed the wine. At least partially.

Ianto lay like that for another moment, before he spoke up. "I'm...going to have to get up. Need to clean up a little before we pass out," he said, gently. Of course, he didn't want Sulu to move from how he was laying, either. He kind of really liked having the other man stretched out on top of him, as it was, and it was going to take a bit of maneuvering to recreate this moment after he did get up and move around a little. Which is why he hesitated. He wasn't sure that his legs would be working enough quite just yet, anyway.