Sulu wasn't able to keep a low growl of disapproval back as Ianto broke away from him even slightly; the sound made him chew his lip and twist his face into the side of Ianto's arm, forehead pressed against the slope of his shoulder and eyes closing.

"It's - nngh, it's the medication," he mumbled, surprised at the sound of his voice. It was rough and strained, all of his frustration seeping through every word. "Takes forever. God, Ianto, I'm..." Sorry it was taking so long, so close but just not close enough, way too turned on - all of it was true, and the unspoken words were what made him grip Ianto's hair with one hand, the other moving to grip Ianto's hip tightly.