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

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.

Sulu really did enjoy that blush, and he took the time to kiss Ianto's flushed cheeks before shifting in the direction Ianto had gestured in, sliding off his lap as he moved to reach over and pull open the drawer. Ianto was definitely more prepared that Sulu had been - and for good reason, if Jack was anything to go by - and he couldn't help but tease Ianto just a bit for it.

"Is there a bottle like this in every drawer in your place?" he asked, grinning more than a little cheekily at the other man as he pulled the bottle out and leaned back over, sliding his leg back over Ianto's thigh and settling in his lap again.

Ianto rolled his eyes slightly at Sulu's comment, but...couldn't help but nod. "...well," he said, "Jack." As if that explained everything. Which. As a matter of fact, it probably did explain enough. Sulu had been fortunate not to cross paths with Jack at all, but. Jack definitely was recovering from the mood he'd fallen into while Ianto had been sick and the little while after that, when he had still been treating Ianto like glass.

Ianto opened his mouth, flushed deeper, shut it, swallowed, and tried to think of how best to breach this topic here. Now that they weren't being all passion and fast and touch and he was actually using his brain again instead of, well...his body, to think, he wasn't quite sure how to bring it up. Or phrase it correctly.

It wasn't much of a stretch to imagine Ianto needing to be ready for anything with a guy like Jack around, and so Sulu just grinned. He had figured that, with all the flirting Jack had been doing around on the community, the other man was starting to get more and more back to his old self, and really, Sulu was honestly glad for it.

When Ianto looked like he wanted to say something, Sulu raised an eyebrow briefly before kissing him firmly, although briefly. "Use your words, Mr. Jones," he teased, rocking his hips against Ianto's briefly. He knew it definitely wasn't going to help Ianto's situation, but it was too much to resist.

Ianto drew in a sharp breath at the movement of Sulu's hips against his own. No, Sulu was right in thinking that it wasn't helping Ianto's situation at all. He forced himself to shut his mouth and give the other man a reproachful look at the combination of both those words and that action. He was having a hard enough time trying to speak as it was, never mind Sulu making it further difficult to do so.

Ianto blushed deeper again, but opened his mouth to speak. Using his words, and all. "I. How." Alright, so. Using the words. Maybe not well, but using them nonetheless. "How would you like to do this? I mean." He flicked his eyes away for a moment, gathering his courage, before looking back at the other man. "...would you. Would you like to switch things up, this time?" Maybe not the smoothest delivery he'd ever had, but. It was hard when the other man was naked and straddling him and he was trying to suggest sexual positions to the other man and all. What he would've given for Jack's confidence, in that moment...

Thankfully, Sulu knew not to push his luck, and so instead of trying to make things more difficult for Ianto he simply kissed him, keeping himself still in Ianto's lap as he did so. The kiss was more to reassure the other man than an actual answer; it was pretty obvious that Ianto was getting flustered, and Sulu liked that, but he also liked it when Ianto took charge. So, he just smiled at him after he pulled away and gently urged him on. "What did you have in mind?"

Ianto kissed Sulu back, grateful that he wasn't completely taking the piss of this situation. It was still hard to get himself to say the right things, but at least he was feeling a little better about it. "...well," Ianto said. "...I like. I like the way that we are right now. With." He brought his hands up to rest on each side of Sulu. "With the way you are now. And I was wondering if. Well. If we could stay like this." He really needed to get better at expressing these things, some day, he decided, as he ducked his head forward to rest on Sulu's shoulder. It was easier if the other man couldn't see him while he talked, though it didn't stop the blush at all. "If you would mind that at all, that is..."

Edited 2011-03-10 06:06 (UTC)

It wasn't as tough Sulu had any particular preference, not when it came to things like this, and he was enjoying the position they were in just as much as Ianto, so there was no real reason to turn Ianto down there. Truthfully, he was really, really up for staying this way, especially if it involved him pressed against Ianto like this, and really, what better use for a couch was there?

He moved his hands down to one of Ianto's, pulling his hand away from his side in order to wrap his fingers around the bottle he'd just dug out of Ianto's drawer. With both hands free now, he reached up to pull Ianto's head away from his shoulder; as much as he liked Ianto flustered, he liked being able to make eye-contact with him more. "I wouldn't mind at all." He paused for a moment, then added, "Wait... Do we have to use a condom?"

Ianto took the bottle from Sulu, gripping it in one hand absently as the other man moved his head to look at him straight in the eyes again. Which made Ianto blush all over again, but he didn't fight to look away. And then when Sulu paused and then added on the question, Ianto paused for a moment himself, thinking about it. "...not if we don't want to," Ianto said, after a moment, a slow smile spreading across his face. They hadn't had much of a choice last time, after all, but now...

"I mean. It's easier cleanup if we do, but." His smile quirked a little more, turning into more of a smirk. "We don't have to. Not if we don't want to. There isn't any reason anymore, after all, other than that. Since I'm completely cured... We're free to do whatever we like." He paused for a moment, before asking, "...do you think we should? Or. D'you want to go without this time?"

Sulu wasn't used to them and honestly didn't find them all that comfortable. It wasn't like it was that big a deal, but still... The less they had to deal with, the better. So, Sulu just grinned at Ianto and rolled his hips, raising a brow at the question.

"I'm from a century where we don't have sexually transmitted infections; I know you don't have any; and I know neither of us can get pregnant, so. Don't really have a reason to use one, do we?"

Ianto groaned slightly at the feeling of Sulu rolling his hips again, as well as his words. "God, don't even jinx that," he said, knowing full well that it weren't possible for either of them to get pregnant normally, but. Who knew what might turn up with Torchwood, if they were to rule it out completely. Who knew whether there were some male version of a Nostrovite or something like that... Ianto didn't want to even think about it right then.

"Alright," he said. "No condom. Don't need one, why bother. Here, though," he said, uncapping the bottle and grabbing Sulu's hand, turning it palm up, before looking up at him through slightly lidded, lust-darkened blue eyes. "...care to do the honors, then?" he asked, quirking a bit of a smirk and an eyebrow and, yes, alright, blushing still, but it was pretty much a given that he would be at least a little flushed from this point on. He could put it on himself, but. Where would be the fun in that, after all. And while Sulu did that...Ianto could work on getting ready in other ways...

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