Ianto shuddered at the low, rumbling pleasure sound that came out of Sulu at the shift in positions, and decided that he'd made the right choice after all from that noise alone. He shifted his hands from where they were wrapped around Sulu's shoulders down to rest on his lower back, pressing the other man forward, giving him even more leverage to rock against him. He tilted his head back willingly as Sulu pulled it that way, not caring or noting that he would probably need to wear high-collared shirts at the very least to keep from being teased for the next several days.

At Sulu's voice grinding his name out like that, Ianto groaned, low and needy and honestly, a really very sexual sound that he probably wouldn't have made in other circumstances, but he didn't care. "Yes," he hissed, the 's' sound drawing itself out especially as he rocked up against Sulu's hips and another wave of pleasure shot through him. "God. Sulu..."