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

Sulu grinned and twisted, reaching out to put his glass down on the coffee table before leaning back over and curling his now free arm around Ianto's shoulders. "Well. I think being ambiguous will get you to blush more, and I really do love the way you look when you do that, so..." He leaned in to kiss Ianto's ear, going so far as to lightly nip at his earlobe. "I think I'll keep it that way. Then again... I could always show you."

Which was something he really wanted to do, more than anything. If only Ianto would finish his drink quicker...

Ianto had been raising his glass to his mouth again, trying not to shiver as Sulu nipped at his ear. He was midway through taking a sip of the wine when Sulu suggested that he show him and it was all he could do to remember how to swallow correctly and not choke on the wine. Which pretty much resulted in Ianto kicking back a large swallow of it, loud enough to be audible as he did so. Well. He was almost done with the wine, now, at least, even if he did feel slightly light-headed for drinking it down so fast.

"...'show me' what it is that you like about me...?" Ianto asked, half a question, half repeating Sulu's words back at him. He... He liked the sound of that. Liked it very much. He was pretty sure that he wanted to move upstairs if they were going to get into any showing, however. More space up there, for one. And the bed was more comfortable. The only issue was that they actually had to get there. And Ianto had to finish this wine...

Grinning against Ianto's ear, Sulu nodded a bit, shifting in Ianto's lap. "Like the old saying goes, talk is cheap. And you like my hands, so..." He dropped his one arm away from Ianto's shoulders, moving it to Ianto's side, trailing his fingers against his skin. "I can put them to good use."

He knew he was probably going at this a little over-zealously, but he was a little tipsy and very comfortable with their position, and maybe a little mellow and boneless from what they'd been up to previously. It was hard not to want to keep touching Ianto at this point, and he really wanted to make the most of the night they had together.

Ianto shivered at the touch on his side. Sulu knew he liked his hands, that he liked them very much, and to be trailing them all about like this, well. It was working on getting Ianto worked up again, and pretty quickly all things considered. Making an executive decision and deciding that he was already pretty tipsy anyway, what harm could be done, he tipped back the rest of his wine and finished it off right then and there. Ianto leaned forward, putting the glass on the table, before sitting back and putting his now free hand on the other man's chest, keeping his other arm around his back.

"I do like them," Ianto said. "I...especially like them when they're touching me. When you're touching me..." Ianto leaned forward, bringing his hand from Sulu's chest to cup his cheek and turn his head into a kiss. "You taste like wine," Ianto observed after a moment, pulling back to crook a smile at the other man as he did so.

Since his hands couldn't quite reach anywhere other than Ianto's side, he reluctantly made do with what he had and brought his fingers to drag along Ianto's chest, from collarbone to as far down his stomach as he could get before he hit his own legs. He followed into the kiss without a second thought, the move being like second nature to him now. A good reflex to have with Ianto, he figured.

He licked his lips as Ianto pulled away, smiling a little at his comment. "I'd expect so," he said, "I've been drinking a pretty good amount of really good wine, after all. I just hope you like the taste."

Ianto nodded, licking his lips slightly as he smiled at the other man. "I do," he said, almost smugly. Because he did. He liked the taste of the wine, and...well. Sulu himself. Which was good, considering...the pair of them did quite a lot of kissing. It would be rather unfortunate if he didn't. After a moment of thought, Ianto reached out his hand and laid it on Sulu's hand, moving to grip it. His eyes were turned down to the ground, although whether it was out of actual bashfulness or pretend, even Ianto himself wasn't quite sure.

"...want to move upstairs?" he asked, after a moment. "I... I really like being down here on the couch, but. Don't really know that I'll be able to motivate myself to go upstairs after too much longer, and this isn't nearly as nice to fall asleep on..."

There was nothing else Sulu would enjoy more than going upstairs at that moment. He nodded, resting his head briefly on Ianto's shoulder before shifting to slide his legs off of Ianto's. If they were going to move, it had to be now, because the longer they stayed down there, the less likely they were to ever move.

"I think upstairs is a great idea," he said, grinning wide. He finally pushed himself off of the couch, not even taking into account that they were both naked and their clothes were strewn everywhere, and held out his hand to Ianto.

Ianto smiled at Sulu as he stood up, reaching out to take the other man's hand before pulling himself upright. He was glad that Sulu's hand was in his because he did waver for a moment, feeling slightly weak kneed from the way he'd been sitting, the way he'd been drinking, and well. Everything they'd been up to as well. He smiled at Sulu reassuringly to say that he was fine, and gripped the other man's hand.

"Right, so," he said, with a smile. "Upstairs. Bedroom?" They could take a shower, but. God, Ianto was getting tired, and he rather fancied anther go before he fell asleep. Which...could happen in the shower, but would be that much more exhausting than it would be if they just went straight to the bed and did things in a much more comfortable environment. The shower would be there in the morning, after all.

Sulu wouldn't have turned down a shower, that was for sure, but he felt a little sleepy too, and drying off afterwards would be just that much more he'd need to do before he could crash. And besides... Well. He wanted to show Ianto just what parts of him he enjoyed.

So, he nodded and tugged Ianto's hand as he made his way towards the stairs. "Definitely the bedroom." He cast one last look back at their clothes, then decided that it really, really wasn't worth it. He could get them later, after all. "I promised I'd give you a hands on demonstration of everything I like about you, after all..."

Ianto let himself be tugged along, blushing slightly as Sulu reminded him of his promise, but nodding. He really did want to have this hands on demonstration of everything Sulu liked. Even if... Even if he knew without a doubt that he'd be blushing a whole lot, and maybe even a little bit embarrassed, because he'd never been very good at taking compliments. It wouldn't matter because...he'd be hearing what Sulu had to say, and. He wanted to hear what he had to say about this.

"Yeah, alright," Ianto said, with a smile, before starting up the stairs. "The bedroom." And they made their way up the stairs, to the top before turning and going into Ianto's bedroom. Ianto stopped, debating whether he wanted to switch on the light when the room was already lit with that blue-ish glow of the flowers that Sulu had gotten him not too long ago. Now that he was there, though, Ianto was feeling a little bashful again, so he paused, smiling slightly at Sulu, and wondered what next, waiting for instruction. Sulu was calling the shots now, and Ianto would go wherever and do whatever the other man wanted him to, he decided.

Normally, Sulu would want the lights on for something like this, so that nothing was really hidden from view, but... He liked the way lunar flowers glowed, and he liked that they provided enough light to make things visible. Plus, the blue glow was perfect against Ianto's skin. So, recognizing that he was being put in charge here, Sulu pulled Ianto further into the room, towards the bed and away from the light switch.

Getting close enough to the edge of the bed, Sulu dropped both of his hands to either side of Ianto's waist, pulling him up chest-to-chest, locking eyes with him for a moment before leaning in to steal a pressing kiss. One hand reached up to run through Ianto's hair as he figured to himself that he might as well start from the top and work his way down...

Ianto didn't mind not having the lights on. He obviously wouldn't make any sort of connection about the lighting being flattering to him at all, but it did create a certain atmosphere, and he was all for things like that. He let Sulu lead him across the room, toward the edge of the bed but then surprisingly not being pulled down to it yet. There was something different about this night in general, something slower, more relaxed, but not any less intense than other times. If Ianto were a more romantic man, he might suspect it having something to do with Valentine's Day, but. He wasn't going to go there.

As Sulu pulled him close, he let himself be moved around, his blue eyes reflecting the blue light of the lunar flowers as he gazed back at Sulu, before they fell shut, both at the kiss and the hand in his hair. Sulu's hand in his hair always felt amazing, and with the atmosphere and what they'd been up to before, at the moment it felt even more so. He didn't know what to expect from this whole idea of Sulu showing him what he liked about him business, but he was more than interested in finding out. Especially if it involved the other man's hands on him.

While the bed was going to come in handy soon enough, Sulu wanted to spend a little time on his feet. He gripped Ianto's hair, not exceedingly tightly but enough to show that he wasn't treating the other man delicately - because one of the things about Ianto that he loved was the fact that he didn't need to be tip-toed around, or treated like something that would break. Even though he was back from the dead, he was alive and healthy again; all that making sure Ianto was comfortable and keeping himself to eggshell touches - none of it was needed now.

One of his hands dropped from Ianto's hair, fingers sliding against every inch of Ianto's spine before pressing against the small of his back, grinding his hips into Ianto's as he fell flush against him. "Hope my hands are being informative here," he murmured, unable to help himself.

Ianto's breath caught at Sulu's hand gripping in his hair, pleased with the fact that Sulu wasn't walking on eggshells here with him, that he was treating him like the sturdy, whole human being that he was. And yes, he still had some nightmares here and there, and being dead had definitely left a mark on him, and he wasn't sure how he would react when the next big bad came and threatened his life, but for now everything was fine and he was enjoying Sulu's company very much.

As Sulu's hands trailed down his back, grinding his hips against his, the feeling leaving nothing to the imagination seeing as how they were both very naked, Ianto couldn't help but shiver a little. It took him a moment to answer aloud to Sulu, but when he did, at least his voice was steady, if a bit rough. "Well, your hands are definitely doing something. Not sure I've got them figured out, yet," he said, coyly.

"Yeah, well." Sulu grinned and tilted his head, kissing along Ianto's jawline, to his neck, "They're only just getting started." He couldn't help but use his teeth a little against Ianto's neck, down near the curve of his shoulder, sucking on his skin there. His hands finally dropped to both sides of Ianto's waist, gently pushing him back as he guided him backwards towards the edge of the bed.

"After all," he continued, coaxing Ianto to sit down, dragging his fingers up to Ianto's shoulders, "There's a lot of ground to cover when I'm going over everything I like, here."

Ianto wasn't really sure what to do with himself while Sulu was doing the things he was. At the teeth on his skin, Sulu's lips sucking at his neck as he did so, Ianto's back arched slightly, inadvertently, pressing himself further against the other man. As Sulu coaxed him backwards toward the bed, Ianto went willingly, moving to step backwards as Sulu nudged him in that direction, and sitting as he pushed him down. Unsure what to do with his hands in regards to what Sulu was doing, Ianto spread his legs so that Sulu could stand in between them as he sat, his hands moving back behind him on the bed to support him in sitting up.

"Then I should consider myself flattered," Ianto said, flushing slightly at Sulu's unspoken compliment, that there was a lot he liked about him. Ianto's self-esteem was a bit shaky here and there, and to hear something like that...well. It felt good. A warm, bubbly emotion welled up inside of him at the thought that...Sulu liked him as much as he was implying. Physically even.

"It's all obvious stuff," Sulu replied, enjoying their position even if it wasn't giving him all the contact he could probably want. "You know. Your hair, neck, shoulders, back..." His hands dragged their way down Ianto's chest, his mouth moving to cover Ianto's as he kissed him hard. It wasn't to distract from his hands, though - it was just because he really couldn't imagine going very long like this without kissing the other man. "All the places that you should already know are gorgeous."

He wasn't sure where to move next, brain thinking of a million different places to touch and caress and wasn't it nice that Ianto was just letting it happen? Sulu liked reciprocating lovers but at the same time, he enjoyed being able to just do what he wanted, focusing on the other person and not worrying about himself. It was enough of a turn on, after all.

Ianto flushed at the idea that he could be considered gorgeous to anyone out there, his skin a slight red that he had absolutely no chance of hiding whatsoever considering their close proximity and the fact that he had absolutely no clothes on at all. His eyes fell shut for a moment as he did blush, because...he wasn't used to moments like these. He knew that Jack admired him physically, but the other man didn't talk about it, and to hear it out loud was...

Ianto was generally one to reciprocate whenever he could. But he had no idea what he should be doing here. Sulu seemed perfectly intent on focusing on him and Ianto...wasn't sure that he wanted to take the attention off of him. He...rather liked it. A lot. Rather enjoyed that Sulu was all but worshiping him with his hands and his voice and that he had ever gotten so lucky as to stumble on a man who he adored as much as the man in front of him. To have someone like Sulu around on top of someone like Jack... Ianto made a soft noise into their kiss, a gentle, pleased sound.

Sulu's hands continued trailing down Ianto's chest until he decided to press back against him, chest-to-chest, hips pressing as far in as they could given their position. His hands, meanwhile, dropped to Ianto's thighs, kneading, massaging - he seriously considered touching every last part of the other man, knowing that would most likely take longer than they could stay awake but wanting to anyway.

More important, though, was the fact that he really wanted to be on top of Ianto again; he liked pressing down against him, no matter what they were doing, and it would give him more room to move. He carefully reached up and pushed Ianto's shoulder, his mouth dropping to Ianto's neck, pausing only long enough to say, "Move back a bit." He could hardly recognize his voice; it was so much hoarser and heavier than before.

Ianto let out a noise at the sound of Sulu's voice, how turned on just the sound of Sulu being turned on made him. He could feel himself growing more and more aroused with every brush and kiss and touch that Sulu was giving him. Ianto would like very much to have Sulu on top of him again, even, above him, all over him, his hands and his mouth, pressing, touching, caressing. Ianto couldn't help but bring a hand up to grip Sulu's shoulder for a moment, holding on because...this was hot, even for him. A different sort of turn-on than what Jack normally offered, but just as good.

After a moment of collecting himself, Ianto managed to pull back from Sulu, shifting backwards until he was lying across the bed, hoping that Sulu was going to move with him. Breaking contact was hard enough; having absolutely none after so much would be almost torturous. He reached a hand out in Sulu's direction almost immediately, urging him down with him.

Exhaling shakily, Sulu followed Ianto almost immediately, pressing his knees against Ianto's inner thighs as he leaned over him, his fingers dragging wherever they could as he all but crawled to cover Ianto, trailing kisses up Ianto's chest as he moved. When his mouth found Ianto's, he kissed him with all the feeling he could dedicate just to Ianto's mouth - definitely one of his favorite parts of the other man, hands down.

He leaned his weight onto one arm, bent at the elbow as his hand reached to grip Ianto's. His free hand reached down to grip the other man's thigh, hips rocking forward against Ianto's as he went. He had to take a moment to breathe, pulling his mouth away just enough to breathe, continuing to talk in that rasping voice. "I'm lucky I can work with only four hours of sleep," he said, grinning a little bashfully against Ianto's mouth, "Because I'm really not sure if I can leave any time soon."

Ianto made a little noise against Sulu's lips at the thought that he was missing sleep because he was staying over with him, and well...not exactly sleeping or being restful either. He shrugged slightly, reaching his hands up to put on Sulu's back, against his shoulder blades, kneading them slightly. "You are pretty lucky about that," Ianto replied, his own voice equally rough, heavily accented and deeper than it usually was. "I'd hate to have to quit now and make you go to bed. ...not sure if I even could, right now."

Not that...they weren't already in bed, but. Not in the way that he meant. "If you think you can handle working on four hours of sleep, though... I'm not going to argue with you there," he said. He tilted his head, moving to kiss the corner of Sulu's mouth gently. "You can't just lead me on like this and then have to go to sleep, after all..."

Sulu couldn't care less on whether or not he was missing sleep at that point, turning his head to kiss Ianto back briefly before trailing licks and open-mouthed kisses along Ianto's jaw, pausing at his throat. He didn't use much force; his lips mostly rested against the skin there, feeling Ianto talk as much as he heard him. He loved that voice and that accent, and damned if he wasn't going to say so - eventually.

Instead, he just grinned against the other's neck. "I would never," he said, trying for scandalized and just sounding pleased - so pleased that he got to practically sink against Ianto and put his hands wherever he wanted. He wished he'd known this had been a possibility sooner; he would have jumped on it. "I'll have plenty of sleep. But first - I have a promise to keep, and a Welshman to keep happy." He rocked his hips again, just a little, and asked, "Any idea accomplish the latter?"

Ianto shifted, breathing deeply, pleased at the feeling of Sulu pressing him down into the mattress, rocking his hips against his own. "Mmmm," Ianto hummed, low and deep and and...sounding already pretty happy with himself already, although he did try to make himself sound pensive to play along with Sulu nonetheless. "Well... I can think of a few things that might work," he said, after a moment of 'thought'. He brought his hands from Sulu's shoulders to the sides of his chest, trailing them lightly down the length of Sulu's torso on both sides.

The real question was...what did he want to do the most with this second go that they had? Because they weren't given the option all that often as all. Hell, they weren't given the option for once in a night all that often, let alone a second. Especially what to do to follow their first, what to compliment... Ianto raised an eyebrow, a lazy smirk spreading across his face. "...you could give it a go this time, maybe?" he suggested, idly.

Sulu shivered as Ianto's hands trailed down his sides, eyes drifting shut as he committed this feeling to memory, because no matter what, this was what he wanted to remember about the night. The feel of Ianto's hands on his skin and his own hands on Ianto - yeah. Definitely exactly the kind of thing he wanted to remember.

He couldn't help but grin at Ianto's suggestion, raising his head to look down at the other man. It wasn't hard to catch onto what he was suggesting, and he had no problem with it, but. "Is that something you'd want?" he asked, tone just as idle as Ianto's, "Because. I'm up for it if you are." He shifted his weight, pressing down a bit because, well. He was up for it in every sense of the word, and he didn't want Ianto to forget that.

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