Every noise Ianto made went straight to Sulu's gut, his back twisting against Ianto's fingernails because it was impossible to sit still with the man's hands on him like that. Sulu groaned, a mixture of mind-blowing arousal and sheer frustration because - well, he was never one to hold on long during this kind of thing, but pollen had a way of making things last almost excruciatingly long for most people, and beyond that point for guys like him. His allergies made everything harder to handle, and he was sure he could go insane over this if he let himself.

Unfortunately, there wasn't any way he could control himself to do anything differently; his free hand gripped the back of Ianto's head and his hips twitched and jerked as he pumped his other fist around them. He wasn't sure how much longer he could take this - and he was completely unaware as to how long the pollen might make him keep at it.