Repeating Ianto's name again, Sulu shifted onto his elbow, using the extra length of his arm to cross the distance between him and Ianto, placing a heavy, kind of sloppy kiss on his mouth. His free hand reached over to thread its fingers through his hair, as though of its own will, and Sulu knew that this was more than just near-death exhilaration running through his blood. If it were, he wouldn't smell something in the air and his throat wouldn't feel increasingly tighter, and he knew if he looked there'd be a rash somewhere on his body from where he'd brushed through the flowers.

But knowing all that was never enough to stop him, and even as he groaned - or tried to groan, it was hard to get enough air to do anything like that - he was pulling himself over to Ianto, pressing chest-to-chest with him even as his eyes started watering. Just a few more seconds, he reasoned incoherently to himself, just a few more and then he could go grab the hypospray he had...