Sulu knew what Ianto was doing and, even as he had every intention of not stopping, he helped Ianto drag him to the sand; it was hard, because his legs felt like rubber, but there was a thick haze in his mind that made it bearable. He groaned as Ianto fell on top of him, a leg hooking around him to push the other's hips into his. Ianto's mouth so near his throat made him gasp, neck arching backwards to give the man as much skin to touch as possible.

"I'm - fine," he managed to say, his voice thready, "God, I'm fine, just... like I'm on fire." He needed Ianto against him and he didn't care what they were doing, as long as there was no space left between them.