The pleasure pain of Sulu biting his lip and groaning at the same time as Ianto rocked against the other man's hips was setting Ianto's skin on fire. Just about every nerve ending in contact with the other man was tingling, overly sensitive and yet tuned for pleasure. He shuddered to think of what they could get up to if they had something of this potency around to use more at their leisure than stumbling on it like this. Then again, Sulu was allergic to the stuff, so it was probably better this way. They were definitely going to have to experiment with the cologne, Ianto thought, making a mental note.

Ianto's hand gripped Sulu's thigh, his fingers pressing firmly into the skin there, kneading it as he kept a firm grip on it there, needing and wanting that contact holding his hips in place as he rubbed against the other man, hissing at the feeling of it as his other hand shifted to grip at Sulu's shoulder now, not able to keep still, needing to touch and be touched at all costs.