Ianto's whole body shivered at the feeling of Sulu's hand in his hair. On normal occasions that sort of thing felt amazing to him, but now... Now it was almost too good. It was almost getting to be physically painful, exactly how turned on he was about everything that was going on in that situation. By all means, it should have ended by then, and well. He'd experimented with Jack about drawing out how long he could last, and while his record was far longer than how long they'd been going at it, they had been pacing things. This should have been hard and fast and mindblowing, when instead... It was hard and fast and mindblowing and it just kept going.

Ianto couldn't help but let out a noise in response to Sulu's movements that was somewhere between a moan and a keen, because god it was good, it was too good and there was no end in sight and it was definitely a little hard for him to handle feeling like this. His hands on Sulu's back had clawed their way down to his hips and clenched tight there, thrusting back as best he could given their position and also pressing Sulu further against him. He was probably going to leave bruises on the other man's skin doing this but he could care less in that moment, he could care less about anything than the fact that he was starting to get a bit overwhelmed with it all then.