Sulu cried out as Ianto's finger hit that spot inside him, and for all it was worth, that should have been enough - but it wasn't, it wasn't and Sulu was close to tears with how frustrated he was.

He bucked his hips, his grip tightening around them as he pressed down, grinding against Ianto's finger, the noises escaping him with every thrust and grind. He just wanted release, God - he found himself babbling, "Ianto, Ianto please, please," even though he wasn't sure Ianto could even do anything at this point. If only there was some hint, some clue as to how to proceed, he'd feel so much better, but instead, he was forced to feel like his every nerve was on fire, without knowing when it would end.