Ianto didn't miss the frustration in Sulu's voice, and he felt for the other man, he really did. It wasn't for lack of effort on either of their parts, but Sulu was definitely taking longer than he might have ever otherwise have done, and he looked almost painfully aroused, now. And Ianto wasn't sure exactly what to do about it. He wanted to bring him off, wanted to fix everything and make it spectacular for the other man, but he had absolutely no idea how.

Ianto shushed him slightly. "We'll get there. We'll get there," he reassured him. He ducked his head forward to bite at Sulu's exposed neck, gently, changing the rhythm of his hand, speeding it up slightly, but also making the strokes longer, each touch doing more than frantic pumping would have. He moved his hand again, tracing lightly around Sulu's opening again, sliding his finger in once more, picking up his head to speak. "Is this too much?" he asked, needing to know how far to push and when to pull back, so that he wasn't just making matters worse.