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

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.

Ianto could feel Sulu's arousal pressing against him and grinned at the feeling of it, pleased that he'd gotten worked back up into such a state already, rolling his hips back gently to show him that, if it wasn't readily apparent from Sulu's pressing alone, Ianto was very much up for it as well.

"I would," he said, breathily, looking up at Sulu from where he was laid out underneath him. "I...want, I mean. I do. Very much so," he said, smirking in amusement at himself and the fact that he was stumbling over his words slightly. "Do you..." he started, but then started over again. "...have you ever done this before, then?" he asked. He didn't mean the sex bit, of course. He meant penetration, with another man. It was different than what things were like with women, and while Ianto trusted Sulu not to hurt him, he really would like to know whether he'd ever done it before or not.

While Sulu had never gotten up to quite as much in his past relationships with men as Ianto probably got up to with Jack (Sulu never really thought about it, because it didn't matter much to him what the two of them did, so long as neither of them broke something), that didn't mean he wasn't at least a little accustomed to the things Ianto wanted him to do.

Licking his lips briefly, Sulu leaned down to kiss Ianto briefly, nodding. "Yeah. I have, don't worry." Not many times, but once or twice - he laughed a little and added, "Even if I hadn't, trust me. Sex education in the Academy is beyond extensive." He was pretty sure he knew ways to sleep with aliens that he wasn't even biologically compatible with - but then again, he tried to block out some of that information. "You just have to tell me which drawer to dig around in."

Ianto raised an eyebrow slightly at the idea that they would be learning anything about this sort of thing in the Academy of all places, that there would be any sort of formal education on sex, but then he supposed that well. Why not. It was in the future, it was good for everyone to know, and without the hangups of the 21-st century... Well. There wouldn't be any problem with it, he supposed. He smirked slightly at the idea of Sulu sitting through a class learning these sort of things, but he pushed that from his mind for that moment.

He threw an arm out in the direction of his bedside table, flushing slightly that it was so close at hand, that he had everything so close at hand in every room, but. Well. Ianto liked to be prepared, and with someone like Jack around, it was only practical. "Should be in there, somewhere," he said, with a bit of a smirk, amused that for the second time that day, he was sending Sulu digging through his drawers like this.

Sulu didn't think anything of it; Ianto was, after all, the type of guy to be prepared for any situation, and when situations included Jack - and now him, he realized - it only made sense to keep things close at hand. He couldn't help but imagine that Jack would get whiny if he had to wait for Ianto to walk all the way over to his dresser or something, which made him chuckle. Leaning over to reach the drawer Ianto motioned to, he pulled out the lubricant, tossing it beside them on the bed before shoving the drawer closed and moving to lean over Ianto once again.

"One of these days," he said, leaning in to kiss the other man, "I'm going to randomly move all these tubes and bottles and really make you and Jack frustrated." He was joking, of course - well. Mostly joking. It was really just something to distract Ianto with as he arched his back, reaching between them to wrap his hand around Ianto's erection, giving a few slow pumps.

"You'll do...ah," Ianto said, starting off his retort but then Sulu's hand was wrapped around his arousal and he was moving his hand and it took him a moment to remember that he was talking again. "You'll do absolutely no such thing, Lieutenant Sulu," he said, with as commanding a voice as he could muster, considering the rather delicate position he found himself in. Because...Jack wasn't the only one who would be whining if there wasn't readily any lube on hand like he'd arranged for there to be. Ianto could be quite pushy himself, when he wanted to be.

Ianto's hand went around Sulu's back, trailing there, trying to figure out what to do with it before it finally worked its way up to the back of Sulu's neck, to his hair, gently toying with the short hair on the back of his head lazily as he lay back and enjoyed the feeling of Sulu's hand on him, of being touched by the other man like he was.

Sulu's eyes closed as Ianto's hand found his hair, realizing belatedly that Ianto seemed to have figured out one of his weak spots. Not that he minded, considering how nice it felt. "Well, if you're going to use that tone on me, I guess I can't," he murmured. He had to take his hand away after a few long strokes, ducking his head to kiss Ianto's neck as he reached for the tube he'd briefly abandoned beside them.

He had a feeling Ianto wasn't going to need too much working over before he was ready, but he wasn't going to skimp on the preparation because of that. He made sure a few of his fingers were coated and leaned over to kiss Ianto's neck again, his hand going back to wrap around his erection as he shifted enough to move his prepared hand, a finger pressing almost lazily against Ianto's entrance, working him over until he could press it inside.

"Good," Ianto hummed under his breath, as his eyes fell shut. This wasn't his first time doing this by any means--this seemed to be the favored sex act between Jack and himself. Maybe not always this position, but--and yet it was his first time with Sulu doing it, Sulu's hands on him and his fingers pressing into him and Ianto couldn't help but press his head back into the pillows underneath it and shift encouragingly for the other man.

Sulu was right in guessing that Ianto really wouldn't need too much working over to be ready. He knew how to relax and he knew what was necessary for him to do himself in order to prepare for this sort of thing. That didn't mean that he minded Sulu going through the motions anyway. Not at all. His one hand, threaded through the hair on the back of Sulu's neck, clenched tighter, as he tilted his head sideways and gently nuzzled the side of Sulu's head.

Sulu closed his eyes as he moved on to two fingers, reacquainting himself with this side of the act. Despite how self-assured he'd acted up until this point, Sulu felt - well, maybe it was just the wine. But he was faintly nervous, wine or no wine, and the last thing he wanted to do was make an ass of himself right here and now.

What he wanted was for Ianto to talk - because his voice was gorgeous and turned him on like nothing else, and because if Ianto talked, instructing (God, like he had the first time they'd done anything like this), letting him know what he wanted next - that'd do wonders for him right now. Biting his lip for a moment, Sulu pumped his hand wrapped around Ianto's arousal, pressing his fingers in deeper. "Y'know," he said smoothly, "It's been a while since I've been on this side and all. A little instruction couldn't hurt." Especially since Ianto knew what he liked, and Sulu wanted to learn that as quickly as possible.

Ianto's breath caught in his throat as Sulu's hands worked on him, trying to relax and take it slow, react slow. Focusing so much on not working himself up too quickly, of course, meant he had very little control over his vocalizations, and as such, moaned, long and low, directly into Sulu's ear, turning his head to press against Sulu's further.

At Sulu speaking up and suggesting that Ianto instruct him, Ianto couldn't help but laugh slightly, the sound a bit choked but then again he was a little bit otherwise preoccupied after all. "You just want to listen to me talk more," he said, raking his nails through Sulu's hair where he had his hand on the back of his head, his other hand going to Sulu's side and just holding on. He realized that maybe...Sulu really might need the review as well as wanting to hear his voice, so Ianto nodded after a moment. He let out a small and completely involuntary moan as he shifted slightly, and Sulu's fingers inside of him shifted as well. "Yeah, alright. I... I can do instruction. Just. Give me a moment..." To connect his brain and his mouth again.

"Maybe a little," Sulu admitted, chewing on his lip again at the noises Ianto was making, knowing full well that if he dedicated himself, he could get off just on Ianto's voice. But he didn't want just Ianto's moans and throaty laughs; he wanted Ianto physically, and if Ianto could find his voice to tell him how to get that without making any mistakes, all the better.

"Want me to stop until you get your head sorted?" he teased, going so far as to pull his fingers out almost half-way before slowly pressing them back in, crooking them in an attempt to find that bundle of nerves Ianto didn't have a problem finding inside him. He was determined to do this correctly, and more than that, he wanted to make sure he did as good as Ianto gave.

"You stop now, Lieutenant, and I'll never forgive you for it," Ianto said, realizing that he was being a bit dramatic about it all, but really. He was getting really rather worked up again, and to have the other man stop and drag it out even more might even border on being cruel, as far as Ianto was concerned.

To be honest, if Ianto knew that Sulu thought that, that he might be able to get off to the sound of his voice alone, he'd be willing to give it a go sometime. Maybe not that moment--he had other things on his mind then--but at another point in time. Ianto recognized what Sulu was trying to do, with the shifting of his fingers, and while...well. He was getting pretty close, he wasn't getting it exactly right. Might as well start on that instructing, then...

"Here. Further down," Ianto prompted, shifting slightly, opening his legs wider and shifting his knees up higher. "More...ah," he said, trailing off for a moment as Sulu almost got it. "Forward. More forward. More ff-hnnngh." Ianto's instruction cut off abruptly as the other man finally hit the exact spot, pressing hard enough for his words to be reduced to nothing more than an almost guttural moan at the feeling of it, Ianto's hands clenching slightly as he did.

It took every bit of Sulu's self-control to not just lose it at the noise Ianto made right then, a low groan coming from deep in his throat as he mentally reined himself in. He knew he was going to worry his lip raw at this rate, but he couldn't help but bite it again, tilting his head to kiss Ianto fiercely and biting his lip too.

"I don't want to rush things," he said, his voice hoarse and strained, "But if you keep making noises like that, I'm not sure I'm going to make it to the main event." Which sounded silly to him, but it was the first thing out of his mouth and he couldn't control what he was saying at this point, too focused on not just doing that again and finishing it for him with another moan from Ianto. "And normally that would be okay but I really want to do this."

Ianto panted slightly, swallowing, finding his voice again and trying very hard not to move or have Sulu accidentally brush that spot again, because he didn't think he could not make that noise if Sulu did it again, and he really wanted to do this as well. "Ah, ah, yeah. Fair...fair point," he said, breathlessly. "Well. I don't... I don't think that I'm going to need any more preparation. I'm...pretty sure that I'm as prepared as I'm going to get, here." He laughed, lightly, and unclenched his hand from Sulu's side.

"You... Might want to get a move on with this, then," he said. "I'm not sure I'll be able to make it much longer if you don't either, and..." He splayed his fingers on Sulu's skin. "I...want you. I want this. So." He laughed again, trying hard not to shift and press into Sulu's fingers again, although lord was it tempting. "What're we waiting for, then?"

Pressing his forehead into the crook of Ianto's neck, Sulu resisted pressing his fingers forward again and instead pulled them out, hoping that he'd be able to find that spot again. "We were trying to take it slow," Sulu mumbled into Ianto's neck as he searched blindly with one hand to find the lube again. "But, that sorta backfired."

Finding the lubricant, Sulu shifted both hands so he could prepare himself. He paused before he started, though, looking down at Ianto and wondering - "Is there any way you want to do this, or...?" He wasn't sure if Ianto just wanted to stay like this, chest to chest, or if he was more comfortable in some other position, so it seemed only appropriate to ask.

"We are taking it slow," Ianto retorted. Slower than they had been downstairs at any rate. "Any slower and we won't make it to where we want to be, though, yeah?" He chuckled slightly. "It's our second go around. I'm already...well. A bit more fired up than usual," he said, flushing, but it was true.

Ianto hummed at the question as to whether there was any way he wanted this or not. "Let's. Like this, keep it like this," he said. "I... I want to be able to see you," he said. "I... I like being able to see you. See what you're doing..." For moments like these, anyway. If it was a quick and passionate being thrown over someone's desk, well then. Ianto didn't particularly mind whether he could see his partner or not. But when they were taking it slow, when things were more about emotions and feelings, then. Yeah. Of course, he wouldn't mind taking it a step further and hooking his legs over Sulu's shoulders, he really liked that, but. He wasn't quite sure how to express that.

"Just... Do what feels right. Do what feels natural. And if that means...y'know. Shifting a bit, then," Ianto said, as he looked up from where he lay underneath the other man, "by all means. Shift away. I'll tell you if I don't like something. We're both going to enjoy this, after all."

"Yeah," Sulu murmured, distracted, "What feels right. Got it." All his attention was focused on preparing himself, leaning back to drop the tube on the side table before leaning forward again, kissing Ianto as he moved a hand to grip himself, rocking his hips as he shifted to get aligned, pressing forward. He barely even pushed before he had to pause, exhaling heavily as he tried to rein himself in. He was determined to make this last for as long as possible, and if that meant he had to take this slower than he could handle, fine.

He moved slowly, taking his time until he was completely in, his muscles tense as he leaned to kiss Ianto's chest, strained noises crawling up his throat and out of his mouth as he just took in being like this, reining himself in so that he could rock his hips, pulling almost completely out before thrusting forward again, quicker than the initial moment but still slow. Had to be slow. "Jeeze..."

Ianto watched Sulu move, watching him prepare himself, lying back and willing himself to relax as Sulu got ready. He breathed in and out once, slowly, before Sulu was pushing forward and Ianto's head was rolling to the side involuntarily as he panted to keep himself relaxed and accommodating for the other man. The simple action of Sulu pressing into him felt good, but it was the noises that the other man was making that set Ianto's blood on fire, and he had to keep his eyes clenched tight and his breath coming in short pants as he kept himself from coming right there and then to the sound of the other man's pleasure.

As Sulu pulled out, Ianto had just enough time to pull in another breath before the other man was moving again and this time, Ianto couldn't help a low keen that flowed up from his chest and out of his mouth. His hands moving to grasp onto the other man's biceps to hold on as he tried not to move too much in response, pretty sure that if he did he could end it right there and then, and he wanted to make this last, as tortuous as it was not to just go ahead and do it anyway.

This was perfect, and it sucked that Sulu had to keep such a tight rein on himself in order to even try to enjoy it. He wanted nothing more than to be able to make this last, but between the wine and the noises Ianto was making, it was impossible to put a hold on the inevitable without a whole lot of self restraint - restraint Sulu just wouldn't be able to keep up.

Instead of focusing on that fact any longer, Sulu put it from his mind and did what felt right. He began rocking his hips, his pace steady and only just barely faster than before, shoulders pulling together as he leaned over Ianto and kissed his jaw and neck, angling his hips to try and hit that spot inside Ianto that got him to make even more noise, his own throat vibrating with low-seated groans as he moved.

Ianto had already been having a hard time focusing, and now that Sulu had set up a rhythm between them, it was next to impossible. He did notice what Sulu was trying to do, angling his hips, twisting them, searching, and well. Ianto couldn't not aid in that. Especially not when he was going to finish soon anyway, just from the sound of Sulu's voice as he moved.

It was difficult to rock with the other man lying back underneath him as he was, so Ianto made an executive decision and hooked his leg around Sulu's waist, his opposite arm moving to wrap around Sulu's shoulders as he shifted as well, rocking forward and down to match Sulu's movements until they hit things just right and a wave of pleasure shot straight through him. A moan wrestled its way out of his throat, loud and throaty and deep as he pulled back as much as he could, trying to remember the right angle and pressure that the pair of them had applied to get to that spot again.

Sulu's body twitched and he knew if Ianto moaned like that again, he wouldn't be able to keep himself together. But he didn't care - God, he couldn't care less. "God, Ianto," he said, his voice hoarse and breathless as he shifted, his hand dropping to grip Ianto's thigh, holding tight as he rocked his hips again, not trying to angle himself as he aid a few open-mouthed kisses on Ianto's shoulder.

"Do that again," he found himself saying, practically begging, twisting his hips as he searched out that same spot again, thrusting harder, faster, with less thought - he just wanted to hear Ianto again.

Ianto was pretty much sure that the moment he did do that again, that things were pretty much going to be over between the pair of them, but just like Sulu, he couldn't care less. Sulu's hand on his thigh only furthered his resolved, and, gathering his wits about him one last time, he rocked just the right way, arching into their motion for Sulu to get the angle just right again, and if he could just... Ianto tightened his arm around Sulu's shoulders, his leg around his waist as he bent forward, his breath coming in short gasps as he tried to...there. Sulu's arousal pressed right up against that bundle of nerves, in all the right ways.

Ianto's back arched, his nails scraping at Sulu's back as he practically convulsed under the other man. He let out another moan, like the previous one but longer as he rode the wave of his orgasm. God, Sulu hadn't even touched him, and yet the climax just rolled over him, punctuated by every movement the other man made until Ianto was left lying boneless underneath him, his hand still clutching weakly at his shoulder as he panted, his eyes falling shut. "...holy Christ," Ianto said, succinctly, after a long moment.

Sulu's mind went blank as Ianto's body twisted under him; he could feel the man's nails on his back, hear that beautiful noise coming from Ianto and burying into his chest, but all he could feel was just how amazing everything felt, how tight Ianto was around him - and he found himself sagging against him, his own climax passing without him even realizing it. It was a good sort of numbness, though; the kind that he could get very used to.

He sighed against Ianto's shoulder, laughing a little as he tried to catch his breath. "Sounds about right," he mumbled, not wanting to move from on top of Ianto - in all honesty, it was probably impossible to even think about moving at this point.

Ianto lay back underneath the other man, breathing still coming in short pants as he did so, moving to wrap his arm around Sulu's back once more, splaying his palm flat and wide against the other man's skin and shifting his leg off until it was lying down on the bed once more. He really didn't want to move at all, wasn't sure that he could just yet. He knew he had to get up sometime to get cleaned off, but that's as far as his mind was taking him in that moment, clearly still reeling at how powerful that had been him despite the fact that they had barely done that much at all. Ianto blamed the wine. At least partially.

Ianto lay like that for another moment, before he spoke up. "I'm...going to have to get up. Need to clean up a little before we pass out," he said, gently. Of course, he didn't want Sulu to move from how he was laying, either. He kind of really liked having the other man stretched out on top of him, as it was, and it was going to take a bit of maneuvering to recreate this moment after he did get up and move around a little. Which is why he hesitated. He wasn't sure that his legs would be working enough quite just yet, anyway.

Sulu groaned at the idea that Ianto could even think about moving, burying his face into Ianto's neck. He knew the other was right and that they really did need to clean up, especially since they didn't before their second round, but he rebelled against the thought anyway.

He was too tired out to really resist, though, so after a few moments of just trying to keep his breath and not lose it all over again, he carefully rolled to the side, pulling Ianto's hand from his back and holding it between his own. "Do you really need to get up?" he asked plaintively, too tired to muster up the energy to really lay it on thick but trying nonetheless.

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

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