Sulu let Ianto tug him, hands reaching to undo the fly of his jeans even as they walked. "Well," he said, trying to be smooth and maybe failing a little at it, "There's always later. It's not going anywhere, after all." He called out a command to lock the door before they got too far involved in this, then grabbed Ianto's hand and led him the last few feet into the bathroom, the door sliding shut behind them. Sucking in some air, Sulu yanked his shirt off as quickly as he could, turning to look at Ianto and running his hands through his hair.

"How hot do you want it?" he asked, before moving over to the shower-tub combination unit, getting ready to set the temperature.