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

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.

Sulu found himself pulling away from their kiss, freeing up Ianto's mouth so that he could make as much noise as he pleased - Ianto never struck him as a vocal kind of guy when it came to these situations, but he was finding himself constantly happily surprised. He loved hearing the sounds Ianto made, and he loved being the cause.

His eyes opened, half-lidded and all right, maybe his gaze was a little unfocused, but he wanted to watch Ianto's face as he stroked him, pressing his hips against the couch and Ianto's thighs as he was pulled forward, having absolutely no problem with his hand being trapped where it was. He didn't mind one damned thing about anything they were doing right now - it was all honestly perfect.

Ianto wasn't a vocal person, not normally. Alcohol made him a bit looser in his reactions, though, enough so that he didn't think about the noises he was making, so that he wasn't ashamed to be making them, not paying attention to what was coming out of his mouth, what he was doing with his hands. He couldn't get enough of the feeling of Sulu's hand on him, of the feel of the other man pressed up against his front. He tipped his head back, his eyes falling shut, before tipping it forward to press his forehead against Sulu's shoulder. He rolled his hips against Sulu again, setting up a rhythm of sorts, sighing in pleasure. "...Christ," Ianto said. He was going to have to get upset more often if this was how the sex was going to be afterward.

Sulu pressed his lips to the side of Ianto's head, his free hand gripping Ianto's thigh as he stroked him, pressing in against him as much as he could. He wanted Ianto to lean back, so he could watch him, but he was as content just feeling him.

"Ianto," he murmured, practically into Ianto's ear with the way they were sitting, "God - you're gorgeous. You always deny it, but you really are." Every time he'd complimented the other, he'd always denied it, and Sulu could never understand why.

Ianto pulled back slightly at that, arching his back away from the other man so that he could look him in the eyes for a moment, his one hand moving up to cup Sulu's cheek, just looking into his eyes. Sulu's hand on his thigh and the other on his arousal were, well. Not forgotten, but. His words caught Ianto's attention more, for the moment.

Ianto wanted to say something in return. Something about how he didn't really see it, what Sulu saw in him, but...that he was glad the other man did see it. That he saw the good in Ianto even when Ianto himself did not, the bright side of Ianto's life when Ianto himself was so sure that things were going to turn out for the worst. That he was as lucky as he was to have fallen in love with someone as wonderful as Sulu, and completely by accident. But Ianto's mind was very much otherwise preoccupied, so after a moment of struggling to put those thoughts into words, he decided that those words were better left for later, and leaned forward, kissing the other man firmly and soundly on the mouth, his other hand sneaking down to wrap around Sulu's own arousal, his hand cool against Sulu's heated skin.

It was hard for Sulu to miss the feeling he saw in Ianto's eyes as he locked eyes with him. He didn't need to hear any of it from Ianto in that moment - it was written on his face, and Sulu couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed by it all. When Ianto kissed him, it was almost a relief, because he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to keep his eyes on Ianto's for much longer.

He shuddered when Ianto's hand gripped him, eyes closing against the feeling, Ianto's cool skin making the feeling more intense. Groaning lowly against Ianto's mouth, he thrust against his hand, his own hand's pace picking up slightly as he deepened their kiss.

Ianto hummed in response to Sulu's increased pace, working his own hand to try and match Sulu's tempo, unable to help a little rock of his hips every now and then. He deepened their kiss with Sulu, before pulling back and moving to bite the other man's lower lip gently, then going back to kissing him again. His hand cupping Sulu's cheek moved around to the back of his head to thread through his hair, his nails scraping Sulu's scalp as he did so. He knew that Sulu liked things like that, after all, and he liked getting favorable reactions out of Sulu there.

Sulu groaned, feeling as though he could finish right there with how worked up he was, but holding back because of just how good it felt. Ianto's hand in his hair made him nip at Ianto's lower lip, mumbling into their kiss. "Don't think I'm ever gonna get enough of you, Ianto," and wasn't that the truth? He could spend all night like this, if he could, just because it was possible.

And it'd been a few months since he'd gotten Ianto back, sure, but that didn't mean he didn't think about it a lot - think about how he had lost him and how willing he'd been to do anything to get him back, how what time they had gotten hadn't been enough, not nearly enough. And while the thoughts were coming now, even though they were really unwanted at that moment, Sulu couldn't help it from weighing on his mind to the point where he had to say something. Raising his hand from Ianto's thigh to his cheek, eyes half-lidded but sincere as he said, "I want you to know that I'm sorry that I wasn't around to save you. I'm not going to let that ever happen again."

Ianto shuddered slightly at the force of the emotion behind Sulu's words there. What with the sex and the alcohol, his mind wasn't quite in the right place to be able to adequately answer Sulu, which he regretted deeply because...they didn't really talk about these things all that much. He forced his brain into gear, however, enough to form a coherent thought back. "...you did save me," he said, softly. Maybe not from the 456 directly, but. He knew, Jack had made it abundantly clear, that without Sulu not giving up hope...Ianto would still be dead, and Jack and Sulu would not be the same people they were today.

He slowed the pace of his hand, almost stopping, as he lifted his head to press a kiss to Sulu's forehead, a far cry from the passion that they'd been entangled in moments before, but equally as heartfelt. He couldn't say it, not quite yet. Certainly not as addled as he was in that moment. But that didn't mean he didn't feel it, and he hoped...that Sulu knew it as well. "You did save me," he said again, and it was clear from his voice that he didn't mean just the once.

Sulu closed his eyes as Ianto spoke, really taking his words to heart, even if he wished he had been able to keep Ianto from dying, to have really saved him so that none of them had to go through what they had to. But Ianto's tone - "God, Ianto." He pressed his forehead against Ianto's shoulder and let out a breath, smiling a little wryly against Ianto's collar. "I wasn't about to give you up. You really are a hard habit to break, after all."

He tilted his head after a moment to kiss the curve of Ianto's neck; his hand, which had drifted away from it's previous activity to hold Ianto's side, moved back to wrap around his arousal once more, his movements slower and gentler than before because, well. If there was ever a really appropriate moment for that pace, it was probably then and there.

And just like that, the tone of everything that they had been up to for the past while shifted. What had once been a bit desperate and frenzied was now gentle and slow. Ianto's eyes fell shut as he tilted his head back to allow Sulu better access to his neck, sighing silently, yet happily, letting his feelings mellow out in a warm rush of air just like that. His own hand went to grip Sulu's arousal in his own for a moment, before he paused.

This had been nice for what they had been up to before, but. This wasn't about passion and carnal desires like it had been. This was more... Well. Ianto certainly hesitated to even think about the term making love, because he rather hated it and everything that it entitled as a label, but. It...wasn't too far off from what they were doing.

As difficult as it was to make himself do so, he reached his hand out to still Sulu's on his arousal, laying a hand on it gently. "...we can keep this going, if you like," he said. "Or..." Well. He didn't much feel like going upstairs, but they didn't have to (Jack being Jack, Ianto secreted the right materials all around the flat). Ianto wasn't sure that either of them would last much longer anyway, but. It might be nice, to switch it up a little. Without the condom this time.

Even though Sulu really wouldn't mind just keeping along with the way things had been going, he felt the shift in emotions too and... Well. His own train of thought went a little like Ianto's; the mood was a lot different from the one they'd been in just moments before he'd opened his big mouth, and maybe they shouldn't be just going with the flow.

And he knew what Ianto was hinting at, twisting his wrist to hold Ianto's hand in his own, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to play maybe a little dumb. He knew Ianto'd get flustered (or annoyed, but the kind of annoyed that was sweet and good, instead of the kind that got him socked in the shoulder), and that was something he wasn't able to pass up. "Or...?" he echoed back, grinning a bit against Ianto's neck.

Ianto flushed. He was still sort of tipsy from earlier, and the force of his emotions at that moment were pretty intense, to the point where he wasn't sure whether Sulu was playing dumb, or whether he really didn't know what Ianto was trying to get at. He ducked his head against the side of Sulu's head, burying his face in the other man's hair for a moment. Ianto shifted slightly, gripping Sulu's hand back gently, reflexively, as he tried to think of how best to phrase this.

"Or... We could... Do something else," Ianto said, haltingly. "I mean. I'd like to stay here, if that's alright. Since we're here anyway, but. I thought that maybe. We might want to... Y'know." God, where had all of his liquid courage gone, he wondered. He felt rather ridiculous for not being able to just come out and say it. "If you're interested, that is..." he said, in conclusion.

Sulu laughed, a little breathlessly, at how right his prediction had been, and kissed Ianto's shoulder. After a brief moment, he pulled himself up to once again straddle Ianto's lap, moving to run his hands across Ianto's cheeks and into his hair, pulling Ianto's face away from the general area of his shoulder so that he could kiss him firmly, mostly to prove that he knew exactly what Ianto was talking about.

"I'm interested," he added after a moment, his smile wide and sincere. "Really interested."

Ianto nodded, still flushed and a little taken away by the other man straddling his lap again. He kind of really enjoyed this position that they found themselves in. Kind of really enjoyed a lot, the other man's weight pressed against him like this, looking up into his eyes for the moment, having Sulu on top of him. He swallowed. They'd only ever done this once, and it had been Sulu on top, so to speak. He... Given their current position, he kind of wanted to try it the other way around. But would Sulu go for it?

He flushed deeper. "There's... There's a bottle," he said, not really finishing his sentence but not really needing to as he threw a hand out in the direction of the end table by the end of the sofa, where he knew that he had a bottle of lube hidden in the drawer. Either Sulu needed to get it, or he needed to be let up to get it himself. But that was the first step in this. And the next would be...well. Asking, he supposed.

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