Sulu's hands grabbed Ianto's sides as he felt himself being lifted, his legs bending to give him some sort of leverage against the ground as he landed in Ianto's lap, pressing his full weight down into the other man and rocking his hips. This was so much better, and he growled out a noise of pleasure, unable to really form any words at the moment.

He needed to do something with his hands, though, he knew that; one hand reached to fist Ianto's hair, pulling his head back so that his mouth could latch onto his throat, trying hard not to use his teeth more than it was strictly necessary. "Ianto," he finally managed to say - but anything else was lost in the haze.