Ianto had barely dropped the hypo on the ground before Sulu was crashing into him again. Ianto could feel the pollen starting to kick in again as his hands flung to grip the other man's shoulders. They were sitting in it, still, though, and there had only been one hypo in that bag, as far as Ianto could tell, so. With a last effort of clear-headdedness, Ianto stood and all but bodily dragged the other man through the grass to the sand. It definitely wasn't going to be more comfortable there, but at least he'd feel at least a little better about it all.

When they got there, Ianto collapsed in the sand with the other man, ending up on top of him, his lips finding the skin of the other man's collarbone within seconds. "Are... Shit," Ianto said, as his head started to cloud up again, his hands tracing Sulu's sides even as he tried to get a clear thought out. "Are you alright? Are you okay?" He shifted, hips meeting Sulu's beneath his and he paused for a moment to let out a throaty moan. "Please," he said, the word catching on the tail end of the moan. "Please tell me you're alright, please..." He nuzzled the crook of Sulu's neck, nipping slightly.