Everything Ianto was doing set Sulu on fire and that fire that had been roaring through him turned into an explosion, flashes blinding him behind his eyelids as the tension snapped. He pressed his forehead against Ianto's, opening his eyes because he wanted nothing more than to see the bright blue of Ianto's own eyes. His orgasm rolled through him, drawing a long, throaty moan that was sure to make Sulu's throat sore with how gravelly and worn it was.

By the time he'd finished he was sagging in Ianto's lap, breath coming raggedly as he tried to reel himself in from the crash he was going through, wanting to go to sleep right then and there (and the mad part of him wanted to go jump around in the flowers some more, but he knew his body would never be able to handle it).

".....God." It was the most he could get out while panting, eyes dragging closed.