Ianto was feeling pretty drained himself, which was in part why he was keeping a very keen eye on Sulu. The other man had been through the same amount of stress that he had and more, and though Sulu was more physically fit than he was, the whole factor of Sulu's allergy and near asphyxiation from it followed by their literal sex on the beach that had been particularly strenuous as well, especially for Sulu, so. Yeah, definitely keeping an eye on him, making sure not to push too hard or let him push too hard either.

Ianto undid the fastenings of his jeans, pushing them and his pants down and kicking them off into the pile of clothes forming in the corner of the bathroom. He stepped forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Sulu's lips, before pulling back and running his hand over the other man's hair, shaking his head as he watched sand fall out of it from the action. "C'mon," he said, running his hand down Sulu's arm to take his hand, tugging him toward the shower. "We're practically raining grit, we are. This whole room's probably going to need sweeping because of us."