Finally, whether it was from Sulu's hands around the pair of them, the other man's motions as he pressed against him, the sounds that he was making, the pleading that he was doing, or any combination thereof, Ianto finally found the release that he'd been so desperately looking for, his eyes rolling back in his head as he arched underneath Sulu's touch, letting out a cry as he did, followed by a low moan that was almost pained as waves of pleasure wracked over him. God, but. It wasn't like anything he'd ever experienced before. Maybe it was just the sheer amount of pollen in his system. After all, they'd basically rolled in the stuff before they'd realized.

As Ianto came back to himself, he noticed Sulu was still very painfully aroused. Which made sense. There's no reason that the pair of them should have found release at the same time, as it were. After a moment more, Ianto took his other hand and wrapped it around Sulu's arousal as well, stroking with him, setting up a good rhythm to go with Sulu's thrusting. Shouldn't be too much longer, now, right?