Ianto tried to keep himself from putting all of his weight down on top of the other man, figuring he could use some breathing space--he could hear it in Sulu's voice that he was still pretty breathless and not from what they were up to--but it was hard. Hard to keep himself even that much further away from Sulu, especially with the added pressure of Sulu's leg around his waist hooking him closer. He rubbed his face against the skin of the other man's shoulder, finding it odd that even that felt good. He let out a breathy noise of pleasure, not quite a moan or a groan, but more than a sigh.

"On fire..." He repeated, shifting one of his hands to rest on the skin of Sulu's thigh that was hooked around him, gripping it and pulling it closer to him. "On fire... Is generally not a good feeling. Generally." His other hand ran up to Sulu's hair, splaying his fingers in it. "Is this a good fire?"