Sulu's breath was starting to catch again, but this time it was in the right ways, instead of because of an allergic reaction. "Good," he mumbled, rocking his hips up into Ianto's as his hands wandered across the other man's back, unable to settle anywhere permanently but instead taking it all in. "God, it's good..."

He wished he'd brought something in case they'd gotten like this, but he hadn't expected it, and now he was regretting not being prepared. He knew that most of the intensity was from the pollen, but now that he was out of harm's way, he really couldn't care less about where it was coming from, only that it was there right then and there.