Ianto let out a cry at the direct contact of skin on skin on his arousal, the combined sensation of his being pressed against Sulu's as well as Sulu's hand wrapped around them and stroking sending his eyes rolling back in his head slightly, because that and the sound that Sulu was making alone normally would have been enough to bring him right there. At least, that's what it felt like. And yet, it didn't. Ianto wasn't sure whether the pollen was drawing out the pleasure, or whether it was just intensifying it in such a way that he felt further gone than he already was, but he was guessing the former. Which he couldn't complain about. They were probably going to exhaust themselves at some point, but it was the kind of exhausted that Ianto definitely wasn't going to complain about, so long as they reached their climax first.

His hands, not knowing what to do since Sulu's was right where he felt at least one of his needed to be, instead flew to grip the other man, holding him close, probably holding on tighter and firmer than he normally would, his nails digging into the skin of Sulu's back slightly, but. God, he just felt so good, it was hard to keep track of what the rest of his body was up to.