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

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.

Ianto chuckled slightly at the mention of the shower and the wine, nodding in agreement. "Yeah," he said, in agreement, his brain not really working correctly at that moment. "Both of those sound amazing, honestly. Although..." He motioned to the coffee table right in front of them. "The wine's closer." It just meant that one of them would have to get up to get it, which...Ianto didn't know that he could do in that moment, really. He was getting that wonderfully boneless feeling that he sometimes got after really enjoying himself like he had, and while it didn't necessarily mean that he was tired, he didn't feel like doing much of anything at all.

Groaning slightly, Ianto forced himself to lean forward and grab the wine, pouring the pair of them glasses before sitting back on the sofa, handing Sulu one of them. Never mind that the pair of them were sitting there naked on Ianto's sofa in the front room of his flat. "...cheers," he said, raising his glass to the other man with a lopsided smile.

Sulu slid off of Ianto as he started moving, though he rested his legs over Ianto's thighs instead of fully pulling himself off of the other. He took the glass that was offered to him, grinning back at Ianto, maybe a little bashful. His face was a little red from everything they'd been up to, and just because he knew as well as Ianto did that they were sitting there, naked on his couch. Still, it wasn't as though there was anyone else around, and they really didn't have any need to cover up, not after what they'd been up to.

"Cheers," he responded, ducking his head as he took a long sip of his wine, unable to keep from grinning a bit stupidly about the whole situation.

He smiled, pleased that the other man was looking as flushed and, well, disheveled as he was sure he looked in that moment. Ianto rested his arm across Sulu's legs as he raised his glass and took a long sip of the wine himself, before lowering the glass to speak up. "You know," he said, with a smirk, "I'm not used to seeing you blush. But I have to say, I kind of like it." He raised the glass to his mouth, blushing slightly himself, but managing to stay pretty suave about it anyway as he added, "I. Can sort of see the appeal now..." And then he took a sip of his wine, trying hard not to hide behind the glass as he did so.

Sulu grinned into his glass at Ianto's comment, knowing full well that his face was far redder than usual and not minding it. He was feeling good; loose and relaxed, with Ianto there beside him, and since they weren't being besieged by ghosts or aliens, he figured they were in the clear now. He realized he'd been feeling maybe a little awkward up until they'd opened the wine, and now he supposed he was letting that show a little. But it was all right, because he was showing it to Ianto.

"Can you?" he responded, leaning forward to rest himself against Ianto's chest, realizing a little too late that he was all but curling up on the other's lap despite the fact that he wasn't at all tired. "Well. Anything to help you see how attractive it is can't be bad, I guess."

Ianto nodded, smiling, as he brought up his arm to wrap around Sulu's back, resting at his waist and holding the other man close there to his chest. Ianto had absolutely no problem with Sulu being curled up in his lap, and in fact, he rather enjoyed it. Being tangled up with the other man was...well. More than just rather nice, according to Ianto's mentality.

Ianto might have been drinking his wine too fast, or maybe it was the combination of that and the post-sex haze that was loosening his tongue, but he was feeling a lot bolder with what he was saying than normally, so. Might as well try and get the suave lines out before he completely bollocksed up the situation and all. "Mmm," he said, "I can see why people would go for it. It is rather charming and all. Although for me... I like the smile more," he said, meaning the bashful grin that Sulu had plastered across his face, as smoothly as he could despite the blushing and bashful smiling that he was doing as well.

Ianto's compliment did nothing to help Sulu tone down his smile, or his blush for that matter. He just grinned and leaned his head against Ianto's shoulder briefly before taking a longer and bigger drink from his glass. "Yeah, well." He laughed a little, "My mom always said I had a nice smile."

Then again, she also said that he only ever smiled when he was up to something. Which, he supposed, wasn't too far from the truth, because he found his free hand tracing random patterns down Ianto's chest. "I thought you liked my hands, though," he said, managing to sound as casual as he could in their situation. He was going to need a few minutes to rebound, but hey. It wasn't like they got nights off like this often.

Ianto smiled into his wine glass, laughing gently at the other man's comment. "Well. Then I'd have to agree with her, there. It is a nice smile." Ianto was proud of how smooth he was being as he raised his wine glass to take a sip again, happy that he wasn't completely screwing this up and that they did have the time to just mess about as they were. That they had the option to...maybe start things up again in a short while, if the pair of them were interested. Which Ianto was willing to bet that they were.

"I do like your hands," Ianto said, his voice a little softer, since, well. He really did like Sulu's hands, as evidenced by the fact that he was shivering slightly under the other man's touch. "That doesn't mean that I can't like other parts of you, though, does it?" he asked, coyly.

Shifting against Ianto, Sulu pressed his fingertips against Ianto's chest, not quite dragging his nails across the other's skin. He liked the fact that Ianto liked his smile and his hands, and even his blush - even if he was a little embarrassed by that, if he was being honest.

"I'd hope that you like other parts of me," he grinned, pressing a kiss to Ianto's jawline as he spoke. "After all, that's sort of an important part of a relationship. I think, at least." He wasn't even sure if they'd ever talked about what this was, in general, other than the time they'd addressed it before their first date. He wasn't even sure if now as a good time to bring it up, either, but hey. They were in a relationship, and that was all Sulu really needed to know.

Ianto was well aware that they hadn't really put a name to what this was between the pair of them. Every time he spoke about Sulu, every time he mentioned him to people on the community, he never knew what to refer to him as. He knew that they were dating (even if they'd only been on a handful of dates so far), but. That didn't really mean anything, exactly. He didn't think of him as his boyfriend, not exactly, that felt like too grade school a term for him, but. Lover sounded weird to him, and partner was... The relationship bit was really the only part he was certain of.

"It is. An important part of a relationship, that is. Liking all the different parts." It was Ianto's turn to duck his head and blush this time (although he was generally the one to be doing that anyway). "So. Hopefully there are things that you like about me too. Besides the blush, that is..."

Sulu smiled as Ianto blushed, nodding a bit along with what Ianto was saying. He was pretty sure he'd told the other before about the things he liked about him, but hey. Repetition was good. "I know I like things about you that aren't just your blush. Your eyes, for one. I think I've made that pretty clear, though." He took a sip of his wine, wanting to polish it off but also wanting to keep flirting, playing with Ianto, making the most of the night.

"I like your mouth, too," he added, voice dropping a little, "Everything about that is pretty nice, too." Especially when it tasted like wine; it was hard to resist kissing him normally, but now - well, he had no reason to resist. So he leaned over and kissed the other man, trying to not get carried away despite how hard it was not to.

Ianto did know those--that Sulu liked his eyes, his mouth. At least, he thought he remembered hearing the last one at one point. It was hard to be able to concentrate when Sulu was kissing him like that. Ianto's arm was wrapped around the other man, and his other hand was preoccupied holding the wine glass, so he couldn't do much other than kiss him back. He was going to have to finish this wine. He wanted to have his hand free to have the option of touching him more. Running his hand up his thigh. ...grabbing him and dragging him upstairs before things got too intense to want to move again.

Ianto pulled back after a moment, the taste of wine on his lips not only from his own drinking but also from the kiss, and his head spinning from it. "I'm glad," he said, his lips barely a hair's breadth away from the other man's. "Would be rather unfortunate if you didn't. I rather like kissing you, after all..." As if to prove a point, Ianto closed the distance between them, but rather than passionate like they'd been doing before, Ianto gave him the softest, most teasing kiss he could, barely even touching, before pulling back and smirking at him coyly.

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