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

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..."

Back arching against Ianto's fingers, Sulu made a soft noise and moved to kiss Ianto along his jaw, reaching his mouth and planting a hot kiss there. "I could stop, if you want," he offered coyly, smirking against Ianto's mouth as he finished unbuttoning his shirt, "I don't want to be a distraction, or anything." But he knew Ianto would tell him off for that - the man had slept plenty, he knew, during the last few months, and so he just bent his head, pushing aside Ianto's shirt enough to lay an open-mouthed kiss against his collarbone.

Ianto shifted underneath Sulu, leaning his head back, sideways, as he pressed his hips up into Sulu's once more, groaning softly at the feel of it, his pants starting to grow more and more uncomfortably tight the longer they kept going, there. He flattened his hands on Sulu's skin again, this time kneading the flesh there underneath his fingers. "If you stop now and tell me that I need to get some rest," Ianto said, his voice a thick, Welsh growl, "then I am throwing you out of the flat right then and there. Don't even think about it."

Sulu laughed breathlessly into Ianto's shoulder, tilting his head in a quiet affirmation. "I'm not going to let go of you that easily," he murmured, closing his eyes against the feel of Ianto's hands on him, their hips pressing against each other's and that amazing accent...

"God, no, I'm not gonna make you stop. Don't think I could let you," he added, leaning back a bit to push Ianto's shirt away from his chest and stomach, pushing it as far off his shoulders as it could go before Ianto needed to take some initiative. He ran his hands from Ianto's collarbone to his hips, gripping the fabric of his pants, "But I'm not gonna let you stay dressed, either."

Ianto sucked in a breath, his hands kneading Sulu's back some more, massaging slightly, before taking his hands off of the other man with a groan. He sat up, unable to keep from rolling his hips against Sulu's once more, as he fought to get his arms out of his shirt tugging it off as best he could from the position he was sitting in before laying back the way he had been, tossing his shirt off to the side of the living room.

He slid his hands back to grab the hem of Sulu's shirt, tugging up at it as he leaned forward to press a kiss against Sulu's neck. "If I'm not allowed to stay dressed, you certainly shouldn't be able to either..." he said, pulling at Sulu's t-shirt, impatiently.

Sulu couldn't help but chuckle at Ianto's impatience, reaching down to grab the hem of his shirt. "It would be unfair," he conceded, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere to the side, not caring about where it landed when he could be focusing on Ianto.

He moved to sit on Ianto's thighs, hands finding either shoulder and pulling him up, sliding his arms around Ianto's back as he all but sat in Ianto's lap, kissing him heatedly, with every intention of losing himself in the moment.

Ianto let himself be tugged upright, going willingly, his own arms wrapping themselves around Sulu's back as he kisses Sulu back, giving it all he had in that moment. He shifted slightly, keeping Sulu in his lap as he turns the pair of them, moving so that he was sitting the right way on the sofa again, with his back against the backrest. This was half because at the moment, sitting up for any period of time was difficult, but also because it gave Sulu the right leverage to be able to kiss him properly.

One of Ianto's hands slid down the other man's back to the side of his thigh, running his hand along the fabric of his jeans, his hand tingling slightly with the friction of the action, the effect not all that unpleasant for the rest of him as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss as best he could.

Sulu didn't mind the shift, his knees sliding forward to press into the couch cushions, giving him better leverage as he pressed down into Ianto's lap. He went willingly into the kiss, his one hand finding the back of Ianto's head, running his nails through his hair. He ran his other hand along Ianto's side until he found the waistband of his pants, hooking his fingers over it, pulling gently. He knew he'd have to undo Ianto's fly before those pants even thought about coming off, but he was okay with holding off for the time being.

He felt like he should say something, but nothing was coming to mind that was really appropriate for the situation, and so he just tried to convey what he was thinking with his mouth and his hands, pressing into Ianto as much as he could without abandoning any hope of moving from the couch eventually.

Ianto did get it, to some extent. Sure, he hadn't heard the words yet, but he hadn't heard them from Jack either, and he still knew. There were other ways of communicating these emotions, these connections, after all, other than with the words. They'd get there eventually, he was sure. Just not now. He was otherwise preoccupied, as it was, with the fact that Sulu's hand was in his hair and the nails scraping against his scalp sent shivers down his spine.

Ianto arched under Sulu's hands, both of his coming to rest on the other man's waist, at the waist of his jeans, his nails scraping their way over the other man's skin as he did so. He wanted more, wanted to get further, but this lazy, passionate pace that they had going there was...nice. Really nice. He hummed against Sulu's mouth, before hooking his hands around Sulu's waist once more and pushing him closer, arching his hips up to press against Sulu through their clothes.

Sulu groaned against Ianto's mouth, pulling away from the kiss just slightly to try and catch his breath. He really, really wanted out of his jeans - he wanted Ianto out of his pants, too, for that matter. He wasn't sure if that was something they should get to right about then, though - he wasn't even sure if they wanted to stay down on the couch (which was comfortable as hell and... well, it made for some more interesting positions), or if they were going to try and make their way upstairs.

The way Ianto was moving against him, though, made it really hard to want to move at all. All he wanted to do was push back against Ianto, pressing himself close and kissing him once he got his breath back.

Unlike Sulu, Ianto was sure of the couch situation, and was pretty sure that regardless of whatever it was they ended up doing, he rather enjoyed Sulu sitting on his lap like this, rather enjoyed their positioning a great deal, even. The few moments that Sulu pulled back to breathe, Ianto grew certain of that much. He kissed Sulu back for a moment, pressing back, rolling their hips together again, his hands helping in that, holding Sulu's hips firm against his, before he couldn't take it anymore.

Ianto pulled back out of the kiss, panting slightly. "Christ," he said, his hands finding their way to Sulu's waistband, sliding around to the front to start fumbling with the button to Sulu's jeans. "These. Need off. They need off now," he said, his voice rough, his brain not really all-together with any other thought other than he was incredibly turned on in that moment. He ducked his head forward to press a kiss against Sulu's collarbone.

Sulu sucked in a breath as he felt Ianto's hands reach for the fly of his pants, eyes closing briefly as he tried to focus himself on what Ianto was saying, even if that meant pushing past his gorgeous voice. "Yeah," he finally said, breathless, "Yeah, that's a good idea."

He moved his hands to cover Ianto's, helping him with the button and zipper of his jeans before shifting backwards, freeing up space between them so that he could reach the fly of Ianto's pants. "If mine are coming off, so are yours," he said, his voice sly as he moved to unbutton Ianto's pants - before he bothered unzipping them, though, he pressed the palm of his hand against Ianto's arousal through his pants, rubbing altogether too lightly as he leaned in to kiss Ianto again.

Ianto's hands worked with Sulu in getting his jeans undone, before moving them to rest on Sulu's hips as the other man worked on his own pants. His own hands weren't really working all that well, thanks to the alcohol and how otherwise preoccupied his mind was. And then Sulu's hand was on his arousal and Sulu was not pressing hard enough, and it was driving him insane.

Ianto moaned against Sulu's lips as he pressed his hips up into Sulu's hand, almost involuntarily. He needed more than whatever light nonsense Sulu was trying with him. Maybe that was the point, to drive Ianto crazy with it, and well. If that were the idea, then it was working. Ianto hissed softly, before biting at Sulu's bottom lip gently, trying to make his point very clear that he wasn't going to put up with too much teasing, not today, not when the other man had already gotten him this worked up by just kissing alone.

It was hard to miss the hint Ianto was giving him, and so Sulu obediently moved to finish what he'd started, unzipping Ianto's fly before reaching his hand into his underwear to get a better grip, giving Ianto's erection a few short, firm strokes as he pushed himself up to almost stand on his knees, using his free hand to push his jeans and underwear down his thighs.

Unfortunately, he realized he was going to have to move to get them all the way off. Still, he didn't want to pull away from Ianto to do it... As he shifted, pushing back so he could put his feet on the ground, he slid away from Ianto, his hands pushing his jeans to his ankles before he kneeled down, ducking his head to wrap his mouth around the tip of Ianto's erection, feet coming free of his jeans even as his own hands moved to reach for Ianto's waistband. It was the least he could do for pulling away, right? He almost laughed at the thought.

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