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

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

Ianto had gotten back from Owen's birthday party and immediately gone to the fridge to get himself a lager. He had intended to leave early that night to sober up, but. He needed the alcohol. Needed the burn and the haze to get over the fact that he had just been talking to a friend that would be dead in a few months time. A friend who he'd watched die once already, and well. Yes, it was Valentine's day, and Sulu was coming over, but Ianto needed to wind down a little bit, and this was the only way he could think of accomplishing it fast enough.

He'd shucked his waistcoat and tie, glad that it wasn't nearly as warm there as it had been in Miami, and was laying sideways on his couch, nursing the beer and thinking about well. Everything really. More than anything, he was glad that the other man was coming over, so he could get his mind off of what he'd been fixating on for the past while. Owen's birthday being Valentine's Day...that was just damned awful timing, Ianto decided, and really hoped that him being upset about Owen wasn't going to ruin their evening.

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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.

Ianto lay back for a moment, Sulu's hands on his one hand, the other man's gentle pleading with him making him want to get up even less, because damn it, he was comfortable there. Pretty much boneless, and he wasn't even quite sure that he had the energy to get up and make it to the bathroom and back, but he knew that he'd regret it if he didn't, and that Sulu would too.

"...yes," Ianto said, with a groan. "I... I really do." He lay there for another moment, gathering the inner strength and resolve, moving to clutch Sulu's hands gently before rolling over and moving to sit on the edge of the bed for a moment, gathering the reserve to finally stand up and make his way to the bathroom for a wet washcloth. He did most of the cleanup for himself while he was there, just to save himself the time and energy of doing it when he returned, getting another washcloth and wetting it and returning to the bedroom to collapse back in next to the other man. "Here," he said, holding it out to him.

Sulu groaned again as Ianto sat up, settling onto his back as the other got up and moved out of the room and throwing an arm over his eyes. If Ianto wanted to get up, that was his prerogative, but Sulu was pretty sure he didn't even have the energy to open his eyes any more.

Still, when the other returned, holding out a wet washcloth, he moved to sit himself up on his elbow, taking it with his free hand and making a valiant attempt to clean himself up. He dropped the towel onto the side-table once he was done with it, realizing belatedly that they were still sideways on the bed. Part of him just wanted to pull the blanket over them and stay that way, but he knew it'd be more comfortable if they actually were using it properly. He wrapped his arms around Ianto. "Might have to move again," he warned.

Ianto raised his head from where he was laying, realizing that...yes, they were sideways on the bed. He hadn't even considered it, he was so worn out from the evening that he'd had, just wanting to collapse into bed with Sulu and pass out right then and there. He groaned, putting his head down on the bed again as he lay there.

"Nnnn," he said, exasperating, "I'm... Not sure that I can move and get up again," he said, and alright, yes, he was whining a little bit. But he figured he was allowed. He was absolutely exhausted, after all, and he had hoped that he could just go to sleep right there and then. Pushing himself up and shifting to lie down properly was going to take effort that he didn't know that he had at that moment.

Sulu had no real motivation to get up himself, so he couldn't blame Ianto in the slightest. He rolled over, wrapping an arm around Ianto's chest and hooking a leg over Ianto's knees, sighing. "We don't have to," he said, "I don't care." He even went so far as to pull his hand away from Ianto's chest long enough to reach over and pull the blanket back from the top of the bed, throwing it over them. Sure, it was over their heads as well, but Sulu couldn't find it in him to care. There was enough that they were both covered, and that was all he really cared about.

"See?" he said, grinning a little at Ianto as he shifted close to the other's side. "All better. No moving required." Sure, it wasn't going to really work, but. It was the thought that counted.

Ianto lay there for a moment, with the blanket over their heads and Sulu wrapped around him as he was, before chuckling slightly, shaking his head. "You're daft," he said, softly, fondly, shifting to press a kiss to the other man's cheek before prying himself away with a groan. Much as he might like to stay there like that, he knew that he was going to regret it if he did, and he really didn't want to regret anything that happened that night, at all.

"No, come on. We're both going to be stiff tomorrow if we sleep like this, let's...do it the proper way," he said, as he dragged himself to a regular sleeping position, pulling the blanket away from Sulu and with him. Once he had himself situated, he held out a hand to the other man, motioning for him to join him. He really wanted nothing more than to wrap himself around Sulu's warm body and just pass out, and the sooner Sulu moved to lie down with him, the sooner he could do that, after all.

There were times when Sulu had ended up tangling himself up completely in his blankets because he'd decided to lie sideways across the bed and then been too lazy to stand up to correct himself, so he didn't see a big problem with lying like this, but if Ianto didn't enjoy it, well then. "Alright, alright..." He dragged himself up to the head of the bed, climbing under the covers as soon as he could and immediately wrapping his arms around Ianto once again.

Settling in against Ianto, Sulu's eyes had a hard time staying open. "Mm," he mumbled, trying to talk but failing miserably at that moment. Finally, he managed to say, "Is that better?" It was slurred a little, now that he was comfortable and sleepy, but thankfully it was still understandable.

Ianto hummed under his breath for a moment, settling himself against the other as he did so, his back to Sulu's chest, pressed against the warmth that Sulu provided. "...much," he said, finally managing the word itself as he shifted an arm to hold Sulu's close around him.

"...sleep," he commanded, gently, not sure if Sulu was even awake to hear him anymore or not. They were both wiped, and Ianto himself didn't even have the energy or the desire to fight his eyes to stay open, settling back against Sulu, his body so relaxed that he was almost unconscious anyway. He knew that they weren't going to stay like this for very long. That they were going to fall asleep and Sulu was going to sprawl and he'd wake up somehow blanketed with the other man, but he didn't care. Because in that moment, despite all the drama earlier in the evening, everything was perfect.

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