Sulu's breathing hitched, his deep breaths growing ragged and more and more shallow as Ianto's hands and mouth started bringing him towards the edge. He wasn't sure how long it would take, but it was almost bearable like this, as though it were an acupuncture session - tension was building but it'd be released, and soon (he hoped, because he didn't want to go back to the ship like this, and that would be so embarrassing).

He didn't realize it right away, but he was starting to babble against Ianto's mouth; some of the noises he made were just that, but he found himself saying, "Ianto, Christ. I love your accent. And your hands, I'm sorry it's taking so long but... but I'm so close." He tried to reinstate the deep kiss he'd broken to talk, but he couldn't help adding, "I really wish... wish that this - was a time I could just get off on your voice."