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

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.

Ianto was having a hard time following what all it was that Sulu was doing with all this shifting around when his hand was wrapped around his erection as it was. His eyes fluttered shut as he felt the other man stroking it, firmly, not beating around the bush as he had been earlier.

At the absence of Sulu's thighs around his waist, though, Ianto groaned, the noise half questioning, half pleading for the other to come back, stop whatever it was that he was doing and just keep going, before he flickered his eyes open enough to watch Sulu pulling his jeans off and then lowering his mouth down to cover Ianto's arousal. It was all he could do to keep himself from arching back up into the touch right there and then, both at the sight and sensation of it all. Ianto brought a hand to thread through Sulu's hair, gripping, careful not to do more than just hold on, as his head fell back against the back of the sofa and he let out a low, soft moan. God, but Sulu's mouth felt amazing.

Ianto's hand in his hair only made Sulu want to jump the other man that much more - forget foreplay and forget making out - but Sulu was nothing if not a patient man. Patient enough to keep playing this game, rather than move on to the main event.

Taking more of Ianto in his mouth, the hummed a bit in appreciation of the noises he was drawing from the other man. His hands moved to drag their nails down Ianto's clothed thighs, because at that particular moment, it didn't really matter that Ianto was still partially clothed - honestly, Sulu kind of liked it. Almost as much as he liked Ianto's vocalizations and his hand in his hair.

"Ah," Ianto gasped, his fingers tightening in Sulu's hair to keep himself from pressing his head further towards him, flinging his other hand sideways to grip the edge of the sofa cushion next to him, pressing his back into the back of the sofa as well to keep from thrusting up into Sulu's mouth. The other man's nails, scraping him through the fabric of his dress pants, were a delicious feeling. A feeling that was driving him up the wall. And the humming...

Ianto moaned, low and long, tipping his head back slightly as he forced himself to loosen his grip on Sulu's hair, moving to thread his fingers through it instead, stroking slightly, scraping his nails gently over the other man's scalp. It took a lot of concentration on Ianto's part, but he was sure that it'd be worth it.

The hand in his hair hadn't tightened quite to the point of pain; instead, it felt pretty damned good. Groaning a bit, Sulu's fingertips pressed and kneaded Ianto's thighs as he worked his mouth over Ianto's erection. Even when the other's grip loosened on his hair, it still felt really nice, and the fact that he was getting so much noise from Ianto only made the whole experience hotter.

He knew he was going to have to stop, and probably soon, but that didn't mean that he couldn't keep it up for as long as possible before Ianto either pulled him away or made him want to move on. Catching his breath while breathing through his nose, Sulu took as much of Ianto in his mouth as he could and sucked, licking when he could.

Ianto fought hard to keep breathing deeply and his grip loose in the other man's hair, although he couldn't keep himself from being particularly vocal about the whole situation, sucking in a sharp breath as Sulu took him further into his mouth, letting out a throaty groan after that.

Ianto could only take so much more of that attention before he had to pry his hand out of the other man's hair, release the sofa cushion from his other, and put them on Sulu's shoulders. It took all of his self control to stop Sulu, but he'd been drinking, and his stamina was less than spectacular because of it, and as nice as it was, Ianto didn't want it to end like this. So, with his hands on Sulu's shoulders, Ianto groaned, pushing him away. "Nnnn, no," he managed. "Stop, stop. I... Not like this."

Sulu went when Ianto pushed him, leaning back so far that he had to put his hands out to keep himself from falling back. His center of balance just wasn't that great when his head was muddled from wine and, well, Ianto. He looked up at Ianto from his position on the ground, unable to keep from grinning at him as he raised a not-exactly-questioning eyebrow.

"So," he said, voice rough, "Like how?"

Ianto's brain didn't really want to work or function at all, as he stared down at the other man in front of him. Maybe it was the fact that Ianto's blood supply was currently directed to other areas of his body, maybe it was the fact that Sulu's lips were slightly redder than normal and Ianto wasn't quite sure whether that was from the kissing or from more recent endeavors, but it was all he could do not to just launch himself on the other man and have his way with him on the floor right there. Although...well. The floor wouldn't be too bad either...

"I..." Ianto said, his voice coming out so rough that he had to clear his throat to speak properly. "...I." Nope, he really was otherwise preoccupied. His hands moved to his pants, and he gripped them. "These need off too," Ianto said, the one thing that he was sure of in that moment. He shifted, moving to tug his pants down and off, without standing up any more than he needed to.

Sulu's grin widened as he saw just how out of it Ianto was, loving the fact that he'd put the other's usually coherent mind through the wringer. He really wouldn't have minded finishing the other off with his mouth, but as Ianto moved to pull off his pants, he decided it really would've been a waste of a good night.

"Yeah," he said after a moment, "I think they do." Reaching forward, Sulu hooked his fingers over Ianto's waistband and helped pull off the rest of his clothes, maybe dragging his fingertips against Ianto's skin a little more than necessary. He couldn't help it; he just liked touching Ianto whenever he could get away with it - and in situations like this, he could always get away with it.

Ianto was grateful for the help, and more than a little appreciative of the touch as well. Once they had the rest of his clothes off, he tossed them to the side as well, before taking Sulu's face in both of his hands. Sitting forward on the sofa, Ianto pulled the other man up into another kiss, pulling them as flush against each other as he could in the process his legs on both sides of Sulu's body as the other man knelt in front of him on the floor.

Ianto wasn't really thinking too much anymore. It was true, the coherency of his mind was put through the wringer, starting with the alcohol and then continued by the fact that Sulu was just so goddamn attractive and naked and right there and his. He rolled his hips a little, unable to help it, Sulu having worked him up into a state already, pressing his arousal against the warm skin of the other man's stomach, sighing into his mouth at the feeling of it.

Sulu pressed against Ianto, hands reaching for Ianto's sides and holding on as he kissed back with all the desire and passion he was feeling at the moment. He would normally be content to just sit like this, but after everything that night - after Ianto having a bad evening, and after the wine and touching Ianto - he just wanted to keep going.

Pushing himself against Ianto, he rocked himself forward to rub against him. He sighed a little against Ianto's lips, and opened his eyes just enough to be able to look at Ianto, mumbling against his mouth as he pulled back just enough to ask, "What do you want to do?" Because as nice as this was... well. Sulu wouldn't turn down going further.

Ianto shook his head slightly, having trouble opening his eyes to look at Sulu so that his brain could fully process the fact that the other man was asking him what they should be doing next. Ianto had absolutely no idea, however, of what he wanted to do. He couldn't narrow it down. He wanted everything from Sulu and nothing more than to just continue going with him at the same time.

Ianto forced his brain and his mouth to function and cooperate enough to answer Sulu, his words spoken as Sulu's were, against the other man's mouth. "Should be asking you that," he said. "'s only fair. Since you brought the wine and the flowers. As a thank you, even. Best Valentine's I've had so far. Possibly ever." Ianto certainly couldn't remember any better than this one at the moment, what with the other man's body pressed up to him in such a manner as it was.

"I'm happy with staying like this," Sulu responded, his voice low but honest, maybe a bit quiet because it was the truth. "I just enjoy touching you." He leaned to kiss Ianto's collarbone as he spoke, his fingertips dragging down Ianto's sides before he put his hands on Ianto's hips, urging him to move them a little with a gentle pull. "Though," he added after a moment, smirking up at Ianto a bit, "I gotta admit, I like how you look on the couch here."

"Mmmm," Ianto said, not needing any more urging than that to roll his hips forward against Sulu's. "Good. Don't think you could convince me to move elsewhere anywhere..." His hands ran down Sulu's sides, sliding around his body to scrape his short nails on the skin of the other man's lower back, before pressing his palms flat and just pulling him towards him.

"Besides," he said, dipping his head forward to kiss the crook of Sulu's neck, his breath soft and hot against the other man's skin, "I've got something to admit to you as well..." He picked his head up to speak directly in Sulu's ear. "I enjoy you touching me too..." he said, his voice low and rough. He rolled his hips against Sulu's again. "Always did love your hands..."

"That's the goal," Sulu said, smirking against Ianto's skin, "Though you're going to make me jealous of my hands." And that was maybe a little too close to saying it aloud for comfort, especially in this situation, so he moved to kiss Ianto hard to keep himself from saying anything else that might be a little too much for the moment. His back arched so that he could slide a hand between them, taking Ianto into his hand and stroking firmly, slowly. "But if it's my hands you like, I can make that work..."

Ianto moaned into the kiss, missing whatever other meaning Sulu's words might have had because he was so otherwise preoccupied with the fact that other man's gorgeous hands were touching him, stroking him, and he didn't know how to react himself. He couldn't help but arching in the other man's touch, pressing himself into Sulu's grip, humming a bit under his breath both out of pleasure out of what the other's doing and also because...god, he really did have some sort of a fetish for Sulu's hands or something.

Ianto wanted to make it known that he approved of Sulu's actions, but he really wasn't one for talking all too much in situations like these, so he settled for laying his palms flat and wide against Sulu's hips and pulling them forward, trapping Sulu's hand between their bodies before rolling his hips again. Yeah, there really should be no doubt to the other man just how much Ianto was enjoying himself in that moment.

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