Despite the soap in his hair and the fact that he was, really, trying to get clean (or let Ianto help him get clean), Sulu leaned up and kissed Ianto firmly, hands bracing against his hips. "Ianto Jones," he said, grinning, "You could read out a menu at a restaurant and I'd find it hot. That's how good your voice is."

Leaning his head into Ianto's hands, he closed his eyes to keep from getting anything in them and continued, "And I wouldn't be the first person to show up in medical with an allergic reaction to pollen like that. For some stupid reason," he chuckled, "People like to roll around in the stuff without thinking about whether or not they're allergic. I have no idea why."

Sulu knew his shower well enough to be able to reach over, filling his hand up with shower gel, lathering it briefly between his hands before bringing them around Ianto's sides, up to his back. He figured if Ianto was helping him, the least he could do was return the favor.