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

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...

Honestly, it was more the community that worried Sulu, but in all truth, he knew that would probably not become a problem. He readily put his free hand around the one Ianto had on the bottle and squeezed out a healthy amount of lubricant, shifting backwards enough so that he could slide his hand down and wrap it around Ianto's arousal, pumping slowly.

He could be content just with this, really, but the fact that he knew what they were going to be doing in just a short wile made it difficult to focus on actually getting ready for it. He usually could be patient - irritatingly so, he knew Ianto would say - but right now... He stood on his knees over Ianto, arching his back a bit as he leaned in to kiss him, keeping his grip as best as possible. If he didn't do something, he was pretty sure he'd go crazy.

Edited 2011-03-11 05:17 (UTC)

Ianto paused for a moment, sighing happily as Sulu's hand found it's way back around his arousal, before he realized that he had things that he needed to be doing as well. Squeezing lubricant out onto his own hand as well, he quickly capped the bottle and tossed it aside, spreading it over his fingers before reaching around Sulu kneeling there over him to trace the other man's opening, gently, teasing almost, before sliding two fingers in at once. Although Sulu hadn't done this thing too much before, as far as Ianto was aware, that didn't stop Ianto from being certain that he wasn't taking things too fast.

He kept his hand still there letting Sulu adjust for a moment as he took his other hand and wrapped it around Sulu's own arousal, stroking it gently. He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't looking forward to where they were going with this, but Ianto could be patient where patience was needed. When he was certain that the other man was okay with it, though he moved his fingers around slightly, stretching, exploring, and finally finding that one spot inside of him to brush and make the other man see stars for a moment.

Sulu sucked in a breath as Ianto pushed his fingers in, not having expected it but not at all complaining. It was a lead-in, a set-up, and he knew that anything they did right now was going to be nothing compared to what they would get up to. Shifting a bit to get more comfortable, Sulu found himself stuck between rocking between either of Ianto's hands, unable to decide which way would feel better because no matter what, Ianto knew how to make him feel fantastic.

His mind was made up for him as Ianto's fingers crooked against that one part of him that made him groan, rocking back as his eyes fell shut. "Jeeze," he murmured, realizing belatedly that his hand had dropped away from Ianto's erection. He moved back, stroking slow, his eyes opening to meet Ianto's gaze because right then, he didn't want to look at anything else.

To be honest, Ianto hadn't really noticed or cared that Sulu's hand had stilled and dropped away from him, he was more focused on the noise that Sulu let out, the movements he was making. ...the look in his eyes as he stared right back at the other man. Ianto quirked a smile, though it was more of a smirk, seeing as how his thoughts were...less than innocent. He rocked his hips against Sulu's hand and as he moved his fingers the same way he had before, continuing to meet Sulu's gaze as he did so. Though it was slightly difficult, considering, well. His mind was starting to getting away from him again. "You ready?" he asked, his voice slightly rough as he did so.

For a split second, Sulu couldn't tell up from down. He closed his eyes as pressed back against Ianto's fingers, resting his forehead against Ianto's and letting out a quiet sort of half-groan that came more from his chest than his throat. He could tell from the expression Ianto had been wearing that the other man was enjoying this, and that - that was really good, because Sulu was enjoying it too. But more than that, he knew that they needed to move on here; if they waited much longer, he was pretty sure he wasn't going to make it.

Raising his head to look at Ianto once more, he said as much. "Yeah, I'm ready. Beyond ready." It was all he could do to keep from telling him to just hurry it up.

Ianto raised his other hand to cup Sulu's cheek, pulling him forward to kiss him firmly once more, before pulling back with a smile. "Alright, then," he said. And gently, he pulled his fingers away, moving to grip himself and shifting, positioning himself in the right way at Sulu's entrance, before shifting forward and in one fluid, forward motion, and sliding himself into place.

He had to hold his breath for a moment. They had already waited so long that, if he did too much more in that moment, then things would be over right there and then. Shuddering slightly, he let out a shaky half sigh, half moan, tipping his head forward to bury it against Sulu's neck. He wanted to ask if Sulu was alright, if this was alright, but. God, he couldn't seem to formulate words anymore. So instead, he put his hands on either side of Sulu's hips, and, after the proper amount of steeling himself, slowly pulled out as much as he could given their position, before quickly and firmly thrusting back into place.

Sulu was glad when Ianto paused; he needed the moment to remember how to breathe. It wasn't always comfortable, doing this, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy it; especially when it was Ianto. He went so far as to sit back against Ianto's thighs, pushing down against him even more, groaning under his breath. When Ianto's hands found his hips, he moved willingly upwards, his hands grasping Ianto's shoulders, bucking down against him as he thrust upwards. "Jeeze, Ianto, God..."

The combined facts that Sulu was moving with him, that he was reacting in such a way as he was and that he was being so vocal about it were working together to drive Ianto crazy. He kind of loved this position they were in. Sure, they were sort of like this the last time, but. He hadn't really been able to do much himself, what with the situation that they had found themselves in.

And without the barrier of the condom between himself and the other man this time... Ianto threw his head back and let out a long, low moan before rocking his head forward again, breathing against Sulu's neck. Taking it slow, both because if he sped up, the pair of them probably would only last half a minute more at best, but also because... Ianto's emotions called for it, at that moment. Taking it slow; that intense, low, burning fire that he felt in the pit of his chest for the other man, hopefully being translated into his actions at that moment as he once more used his hands on Sulu's hips to work with the other man in slowly pulling back as much as he could before rocking his hips and thrusting upwards into the other man again, this time letting out a groan as he did so.

Taking it slow was driving Sulu crazy - an amazing kind of crazy that made him aware of how little it would take to bring this moment to an end, and that going slow really was the only way they could keep going at all. He didn't mind at all. He didn't have any problem being vocal about it, either; he wanted Ianto to know that he liked it, that he would be happy to be like this for as long as possible.

He pressed his knees against the couch cushions; his arms wrapped around the back of Ianto's neck and he leaned his forehead to rest against Ianto's cheek, breathing ragged as he focused all his energies on just keeping control. When Ianto pulled back, he shifted his weight, meeting him as he thrust forward, making a strangled noise he'd probably be embarrassed for if he was more aware of himself in that moment.

Ianto let out a noise to match Sulu's at the sound of the other man enjoying himself, letting him know that he was enjoying himself. He leaned his head sideways, pressing his cheek back against Sulu's forehead, panting slightly. It was getting difficult for him to keep a hold on things, with how it felt, how it sounded, how the sound made him feel... Because the noises he was getting alone would probably be enough to bring him, and at this point that would only take a little longer than it would at the rate they were going.

Ianto contemplated taking one of his hands off of Sulu's hips, wrapping it around Sulu's arousal and stroking it as he thrust, but. Honestly, Ianto didn't have enough coordination for that at the moment, and anyway, he needed the grip he had to keep the leverage to continue the way they were going. So Ianto decided to do the next best thing, and this time, after he pulled back as he had before, he twisted as he thrust, rolling his hips slightly, deliberately brushing against that spot that he knew might end it there and then, but. If that happened, he wouldn't mind, because. Honestly, it would probably take him too, he was that close.

Maybe if Ianto had warned him, if Sulu'd had an idea of what he was planning, he could've held on longer, could've planned for it himself. But when Ianto brushed against that place, Sulu moaned and ground his hips against Ianto as he came, his stomach twisting pleasantly, muscles tightening and all his thoughts flying out his head. He knew his nails were digging into Ianto's shoulders, and that he was making a few (possibly unsightly) noises into Ianto's ear, but he couldn't help himself.

Ianto wasn't sure if it was the nails digging into his shoulders, Sulu's muscles tightening around him, or the sounds echoing from his ears straight down to his groin, but seconds after Sulu came, Ianto followed him as well, everything that was keeping him from letting go coming undone now that there wasn't a reason to hold back anymore. Ianto's hands tightened on Sulu's hips and he couldn't help himself from giving it a few quick thrusts, gasping at the sensation of it, his head falling forward to press against Sulu's neck, moaning long and loud as the sensation of it all crashed over him and left him seeing stars.

Sulu felt Ianto bucking into him and turned his head to kiss Ianto; it was awkward, because he wasn't sure he could properly capture his lips, but he tried anyway, struggling to sit up enough to kiss him as fiercely as he wanted to right then. He made no other effort to move, not wanting to and honestly seeing absolutely no reason to. He was pretty sure, even if Jack walked in right then, he'd be very hard pressed to go anywhere at the moment, because everything was pretty much exactly right.

As Ianto finally came down off of that high, he turned his head, still panting slightly, reaching a hand up to put on the side of Sulu's face and kissing him back. A bit sloppily, because Ianto's whole body felt like warm molasses right then and there, but passionately nonetheless. It only lasted for a few moments, though, before Ianto pulled back to catch his breath, pressing his forehead against Sulu's shoulder again, letting out a soft, contented noise. "God..." he said quietly, a slow smile spreading across his face. That...well. Had been good. Beyond good. He felt like he was floating, slightly, which was only partially to do with still being tipsy.

Sulu let out a throaty laugh, closing his eyes and turning to rest his head against Ianto's shoulder. "Yeah," he mumbled against Ianto's skin, "My thoughts exactly." He knew they were probably going to want to move, somehow, but...

He shifted, pulling up and off of Ianto, before letting himself settle against the other's chest and stomach. "Going to need a shower, sometime," he realized, yawning just a little. "And more wine," he added, because there weren't going to be a lot of times where wine would be fitting, he figured.

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