Sulu tilted his head to help rinse his hair free of conditioner, leaning against Ianto as he did so. He felt himself being pulled a little and leaned into the kiss he knew was coming, sighing against Ianto's mouth and bringing his hands up to run over Ianto's neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of soap in his wake.

"You're plenty interesting," he said, smiling a bit into the kiss, "But the deviant behavior helps." His hands gripped at Ianto's arms, the water clearing the gel away, and then he brought his hand up to Ianto's neck, threading his fingers through his hair and feeling the grit there. "Think it's your turn," he mumbled, making a move for the shampoo.