torchwoodteaboy | [LOG WITH SULU][forward-dated to valentine's day]

Ianto wasn't really sure how to react to statements like that one yet. Even after over a month or so of being back in full health, sometimes Ianto didn't even believe it himself. "...I am here," he said. "And it is worthwhile. Just. Well. Just about every day is worthwhile, all things considered, but." He smiled, ducking his head and blushing a little. "...romantic gestures like this one. They never hurt... I. I only wish that I could pay you back in return, somehow." He definitely hadn't gone out of his way for Sulu, after all, and he was feeling a little guilty for that.

Sulu shook his head. "Don't worry about it." As far as he was concerned, Ianto just accepting the roses and drinking the wine with him was enough of a romantic gesture for the evening. After all, it wasn't as though he had been expecting anything, that was for sure.

Still, he couldn't help but lean in a bit, grin turning a little sly as he said, "Though, I'm pretty sure you've got some tricks up your sleeves when it comes to this whole romantic thing." Which wasn't exactly as smooth or as well-phrased as Jack might've said it, but Sulu wasn't trying to be particularly smooth.

Ianto had to school his features to keep from quirking an eyebrow or laughing at the other man's delivery of that line, instead leaning in a bit as well himself and remarking back to Sulu slyly, "Well, yes. I suppose that I do have some tricks up my sleeve. I suppose that that means that you'd like for us to try some of them out tonight, then, now wouldn't you?" Just to prove that he could deliver the line and not make a fool of himself while doing so, Ianto took a pointed sip of his wine and managed not to choke or spill or anything like that. Points for him, if he did say so himself, which he did.

Sulu was suitably impressed, and the part of him that wanted to laugh at the situation was drowned out by the part of him that sort of wanted to jump Ianto right then and there.

He'd have to wait until Ianto put down his glass, though. He wasn't about to go spilling their drinks everywhere, that was for sure. "I wouldn't be against it," he replied, leaning back again and taking a sip of his own wine, nearly laughing at the fact that they were both sort of trying to out-suave each other. That was just ridiculous. But, he'd hold it together. He could do that.

Ianto was witty and cunning and he could see where this conversation was going. And while he was all in favor for Sulu jumping him right then and there, he did have an excellent glass of wine to finish. Besides, he liked games like this one. Because usually...he won.

"No," said Ianto, settling back as well and turning to look at Sulu, raising an eyebrow in challenge as he looked at the other man from over the rim of his wineglass, "I don't suppose you would be. People generally aren't against such things..."

Sulu grinned and shrugged, settling into the arm of the couch, going so far as to bring his feet up on the cushion between them, as though he had no cares in the world. "Especially not when they involve you, I imagine," he said, unable to keep from ducking his head a bit in slight embarrassment. He didn't do this sort of thing often, that was for sure - usually, Ianto and him... well. They skipped the formalities. But this was Valentine's day, and they were both drinking, and why not play around a bit?

Ianto might have flushed a little more from the compliment there, but it was hard to tell, considering that the buzz he had going from the alcohol in his system already had him flushed even before Sulu had started it up with this battle of words anyway. Or whatever it was that they were doing. Other than flirting. That bit was pretty much obvious.

"I wouldn't know," Ianto said, pulling out all the stops to make sure he didn't crack. "Said tricks aren't really anything that I might be able to perform on myself, unfortunately..." He trailed off, being intentionally pretty vague, there.

Sulu knew he was way out of his depth with this; Ianto was better with words than he could ever hope to be, and he didn't think he'd be able to keep up for too long. But all the same, he figured Ianto wouldn't really mind if Sulu couldn't quite keep up - so long as he tried.

So, that's exactly what he did - even though his mind was suddenly wondering just what kinds of tricks Ianto might have, and maybe if he could do them himself... yeah. He could focus on something other than his imagination for a minute. "Yeah...?" ...Okay, maybe not. He chewed his lip briefly, not realizing that a clear glass wasn't going to hide that move really, and then added, "Well. That's okay - I'd be glad to help you show off, in that case."

"Yeah, alright," Ianto said, sipping his wine, nearing the bottom of the glass, and nodded. "I'm lucky to have you here, then," Ianto said, tipping back the rest of the wine and leaning forward, putting the glass down on one of the coasters on the coffee table in front of him.

God, he'd...had a bit more to drink than he'd really anticipated having done in the first place. Not that he was drunk, but. He was definitely more than a little bit comfortably tipsy. Tipsy enough to sit back and continue on talking. "Who knows. If you enjoy it, then you might even get a repeat performance," he said, unable to help the little smirk that came with those words, there.

Sulu looked at Ianto for a moment, then made an executive decision and drank down the last bit of his wine in a few quick gulps. Setting down his own glass, he shifted so that he was sitting on his knees and then leaned over, bringing his mouth as close to Ianto's as he could without touching. "I have a feeling I'm going to like pretty much anything you throw my way, Mr. Jones."

Ianto looked at Sulu, staying right where he was, neither moving toward nor away from the other man, the only movement really a quirk of his eyebrows and a similar one to his lips. Normally, Ianto wouldn't dream of pulling of the lines that he was getting away with at the moment, but the alcohol in his system was making him braver and less guarded than normal, and he certainly wasn't complaining.

"Then you," Ianto said, his voice going lower and rougher, more accented, the way that he knew Sulu liked it, as he looked the other man square in the eyes, "Hikaru Sulu, are a very lucky man indeed."

Sulu closed his eyes briefly as Ianto spoke, his voice going straight through him. When he opened them again, locking his gaze on Ianto's own bright blue eyes, he couldn't resist; reaching forward with one hand to gently grip the back of Ianto's head, he pulled him forward to eliminate the distance between them, kissing him hard on the mouth, barely keeping his balance as he shifted as close to Ianto as he could get in that moment.

His eyes were lidded when he pulled back, just barely, his mouth quirked in a smirk. "I know I'm lucky," he murmured, "I've got you, after all."

Ianto could give it a moment's thought and try and come up with a witty reply to Sulu's words there. Or he could just act on his emotions, for once. While Ianto was normally one for witticisms and clever one-liners and asides, he'd had enough to drink that his feelings were driving him in that moment, and those feelings were all, at that one moment, telling him that all he really wanted to do was keep kissing Sulu, tasting the sweet, Risan wine on his lips.

So Ianto brought his hands up and grabbed Sulu by the lapels of his jacket, tugging him close to him, his mouth crashing against Sulu's. It was enough to pull Sulu off balance and Ianto wasn't steady enough to hold them both up, so the went backwards, Ianto's head knocking against the arm of the sofa slightly, but not any harder than to just be jarring for a few moments.

Sulu was too distracted by Ianto's mouth on his to realize they were falling until it was too late - even when he put a hand out to stabilize himself, Ianto had already knocked his head against the armrest. Irrational panic flared up for just a split second, but he just laughed it away, practically giggling into Ianto's mouth as the hit jarred him.

"Good job," he managed to say, already bringing both hands up to either side of Ianto's face, steadying himself on his knees as he kissed the other, taking advantage of Ianto's moment of weakness.

Ianto made a little noise, letting out a breath of surprise against Sulu's lips as his head connected with the sofa arm, but other than that it didn't really effect him all that much. At Sulu's words, the only acknowledgment Ianto gave was a small, sighing sound as his hands loosened on Sulu's jacket and slid up to rest one on Sulu's cheek, the other snaking around his back and grasping the jacket yet again. God, but. Ianto really loved this jacket.

Lying back as he was against the sofa was awkward, so Ianto pushed himself up to sit up a little more, shifting underneath the other man but not moving away at all. Sulu had played along with his little battle of witticisms there, and might have possibly won, and that was so much of a turn-on for Ianto in that moment. That, and the jacket.

Sulu shifted with Ianto, going willingly so long as Ianto's mouth was on his. He brought one of his hands down to Ianto's side, pulling his shirt up so that he could slide his hand underneath and run his hand along Ianto's skin. All he wanted to do was run his hands over every inch of the other man, but that would involve getting him undressed, which meant he'd have to pull away - and right now, that was not on his itinerary.

He wondered if he should make motions towards dragging Ianto up to his bed, but... Sulu couldn't help but think that the couch was as good a place as any to make out with the other man.

Ianto sucked in a breath against Sulu's lips at the feeling of his hand on his skin. Not because it was surprising at all--when Sulu started pulling at his shirt, he'd known what was coming next--but because Ianto's body was just so charged in that moment. Maybe it was the tension from the meeting with Owen, maybe it was the fact that though he still hadn't said it aloud, the feelings that he felt for the man he was kissing, the man who had brought him flowers, roses, for Valentine's day, transcended...well. Nearly everything Ianto could come up with in that moment.

Ianto's hand on Sulu's cheek slid back to rest on the back of the other man's neck, resting there, holding him in place, as he flicked his tongue into the other man's mouth, tasting the sweetness of the wine there, making a little noise of pleasure at it. Oh no, he wasn't letting this man go anywhere anytime soon.

Sulu's own breathing was getting a little ragged as he pressed his chest against Ianto's, fingers trailing along the other man's side. He threaded his other hand into Ianto's hair, fingernails grazing across his scalp as he pulled Ianto as close as he could. He was going to have to pull away for a breath, soon enough, but until then...

Shifting on his knees, Sulu brought himself closer to Ianto, moving to straddle him and eliminate more of the distance between them. Finally, though, he had to pull away, breathing heavily and moving to kiss and nip at Ianto's earlobe.

Ianto's own breathing was ragged and heavy, the same as Sulu's, taking a moment to try and get it under control again. His hand gripped at the back of the other man's neck before it ran down his chest to slip under his jacket, tugging slightly at the material as he did so. The jacket was nice, but. Now that they weren't just kissing, Ianto wanted more, and then the jacket was just being in the way between Ianto's hands and bare skin.

So Ianto hooked his other hand under Sulu's jacket as well, going up around his shoulders and pulling, tugging at it, making it very well known that this jacket was coming off, and it would only be the first thing in a list of more items of clothing to come off. It was Valentine's Day, damn it, and Ianto was tipsy, and more than a little eager.

Sulu pulled his hands away from Ianto, leaning back so that he was sitting up straight. He couldn't help but grin at Ianto as he reached up to pull his jacket off, taking a bit of time with it because he knew that the other man... well. He had liked the jacket when Sulu had gotten it, and he'd hate to just tear it off if it looked good on him.

Once it was gone, though, he immediately put his hands on Ianto's shoulders and leaned down, kissing him slowly. He was eager as well, but he wanted to take his time with this, too.

Ianto lay back and watched the other man, well aware that he was taking his time in removing that jacket and oscillating between enjoying watching Sulu taking it off slowly as he was, and wanting him to move faster because they weren't touching except for where Sulu was kneeling over him. Unable to help himself, he reached out, putting his hands on Sulu's waist, just hooking his fingers in the belt loops of Sulu's jeans, watching the other man with darkened eyes as he moved.

He was glad when Sulu finished however, not even watching where the jacket ended up, only concerned with the fact that Sulu was back to touching him again. He was okay with taking it slow. They had the time, after all. He had to keep reminding himself that much, however. It was hard to keep in mind through the slight haze of alcohol when everything inside of him was urging him forward, faster. He kissed Sulu back, languidly, his fingers for the moment apparently content where they were in his belt loops, though. They did have the time to take it slow, after all.

He knew Ianto wanted to go faster - he could feel it in the tension they both shared, by the way Ianto kept his hands on his belt loops even once he'd pressed back down against him. He wanted to go faster too, but he was patient; he liked taking his time when he was with Ianto, being able to relish every touch and kiss.

Still, he didn't want to push Ianto from arousal to frustration, so he shifted, pressing his hips against Ianto as best he could in his position, nipping at Ianto's lower lip as he did so. He was taking his time, sure - but that didn't mean e wasn't very interested in moving this forward.

Ianto let out a sound against Sulu's lips that was half a hum and half a groan, but both parts equally pleased with the movement there. Unable to help himself, he arched his back, pressing himself further against the other man. His hands tightened in Sulu's belt loops for a moment, until he urged his own grip looser, letting go and moving his hands to find the hem of Sulu's t-shirt, sliding up and underneath the fabric there until he had his palms splayed flat on the other man's warm skin. And yes, his hands were slightly cold, they had always been slightly cold, but the warmth of Sulu's skin and the heat of the alcohol in his system was slowly warming them up as well.

He turned his head slightly, pressing a kiss against the corner of Sulu's mouth, almost on his cheek, his eyes falling shut as he did so.

"Don't fall asleep on me," Sulu teased quietly, not really believing Ianto would pass out right then. He leaned to nip at Ianto's earlobe, sucking on hit briefly before rolling his hips again, his one hand sliding between them to work on the buttons of Ianto's shirt. His other hand reached to run through Ianto's hair, using his blunt nails against his scalp to keep the motion from being just another way to help Ianto get to sleep. He wanted to keep the other with him, that was for sure.

"As if I could," Ianto breathed, his voice barely above a whisper, more breathy than a normal murmur was. Probably because Sulu's hand was in his hair, his nails scraping against his scalp and it just felt so good... "You're being a bit too--ah," he said, breaking his train of thought as he shivered involuntarily, his fingers clenching and running his nails over the skin of Sulu's back. "You're being a bit too distracting for something like that to happen, I think..."

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