Rolling his head back to try and catch what little breath he could keep at the moment, Sulu dragged his fingers down Ianto's back, sliding them down across his hip and then between their hips, pressing his palm up against Ianto's arousal. He shifted his own hips to press more against the curve of Ianto's thigh, wanting to touch and still be touched, but when it didn't make him feel as good as it had, he groaned and dragged his other hand down to rub against himself.

He wanted something but Ianto's hands felt too good where they were for him to even consider moving them. He arched his back to press his chest against Ianto's, hoping to make up for his own distraction.