torchwoodteaboy | [RL WITH SULU][backdated to 03-20] Shoreleave: Part 2

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[RL WITH SULU][backdated to 03-20] Shoreleave: Part 2

Ianto had thought that one day on the planet had been exciting enough, but the prospect of another, when Sulu had mentioned it, had been too good to pass up. They'd had such a nice time on the beach, after all. It was only fair that they do a little exploring, let Sulu look for the alien plants that he would want to and get to watch the other man geek out about something for a while. Ianto himself had been embarrassingly excited about the planet and the beach and all the previous day, after all. It would be nice to be able to be the one to sit back and watch the excitement on someone else for a change, reverse roles from the previous day.

They hadn't gotten too early of a start. After all, this was a vacation for the pair of them, and it wouldn't do to have to wake up in the wee hours of the morning (if there were such a thing in space, Ianto didn't really even know). But they gave themselves the better part of the day, and after having a bite to eat (Ianto wasn't sure he would ever get enough of being fascinated with the replicators), and a quick stop by Ianto's flat for more clothes for him (he needed long pants if they might be venturing into the jungle, after all, it was only practical) they found themselves beaming down to the planet again, Sulu with his kit and Ianto with...well. The clothes on his back, really. He didn't really have anything to bring along himself, since they were mostly going to be exploring inland this time.

Ianto looked up at the clear blue sky above him, and smiled at the fact that even the weather seemed to have adjusted so that it was cool enough for him to be comfortable in jeans, but not too cool that it wasn't still pretty warm. "...god," he said. "It's like this place is gorgeous every day." He shot a smile sideways at Sulu. "Better not let me visit for many more days, I might want to stay," he joked.

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Repeating Ianto's name again, Sulu shifted onto his elbow, using the extra length of his arm to cross the distance between him and Ianto, placing a heavy, kind of sloppy kiss on his mouth. His free hand reached over to thread its fingers through his hair, as though of its own will, and Sulu knew that this was more than just near-death exhilaration running through his blood. If it were, he wouldn't smell something in the air and his throat wouldn't feel increasingly tighter, and he knew if he looked there'd be a rash somewhere on his body from where he'd brushed through the flowers.

But knowing all that was never enough to stop him, and even as he groaned - or tried to groan, it was hard to get enough air to do anything like that - he was pulling himself over to Ianto, pressing chest-to-chest with him even as his eyes started watering. Just a few more seconds, he reasoned incoherently to himself, just a few more and then he could go grab the hypospray he had...

Ianto couldn't complain about the fact that he suddenly found himself pressed against the other man, his hand on Sulu's shoulder working its way up to cup the other man's head gently, kissing him back equally as heavy and sloppy as Sulu was giving him. Any breathlessness that he might have noticed from the other man was completely disregarded. He didn't even make a note of the fact that kissing him, touching him, being all over the other man was probably the only thing on his mind at that moment, despite the fact that moments earlier, he had wanted nothing more than to just take a breather and not do much of anything at all.

He was feeling a little breathless himself, so after a moment, he pulled back, but he couldn't pull back completely, so instead he moved to fasten his lips on the other man's neck, laying hot, open-mouthed kisses to Sulu's skin as he did so, his hand moving to slide and rest on Sulu's side as he did so, pressing as firmly as he could against him in the position that they were in and moaning in pleasure.

Sulu tried to gasp for breath as Ianto's mouth moved from his to his neck, breathing rough and strangled. "Just a few more seconds" had passed, but he couldn't tear himself away, nails scratching lightly against Ianto's scalp as he struggled against his desire to climb on top of the other man. Shit, shit, shit - !

"Ianto," he gasped, and at least the pollen couldn't control the kind of tone he used, a panicked, choked and veering towards hysterical one. He couldn't breathe and now that he was getting turned on by more than just the pollen, he was starting to hurt because of it. Damn it - the species of flowers filling the air with aphrodisiac had a much higher potency than anything he'd dealt with before and it was going to make it impossible to not touch Ianto and... ah, he ground his hips against the other as best he could, freeing up a hand to grab at Ianto's shoulder. "Ianto!" he rasped again, pulling in barely enough breath for even that.

Ianto was starting to notice that something was wrong. It took him much longer than it should have, to make the connection that they weren't doing this of their own accord. He'd experienced aphrodisiac's before. Hell, Jack's pheromones were pretty much really mild aphrodisiacs themselves, plus they had that cologne... But he'd never felt this overcome by anything, not without spraying that cologne, not without both parties willing. Not only was there something wrong with the fact that they were being overcome by whatever this was, though...

Something was wrong with Sulu, Ianto thought, as he arched against the other man's pressing his hips against his own. Something was wrong. He sounded... He sounded distressed. Not good. Really, really not good. Ianto struggled to get his head about him, struggled to concentrate and pull back and open his eyes, and god. It was so much harder than he had ever anticipated, but he did it. "Sulu," he said, his eyes wide, his pupils dilated slightly, "what... What's..." Almost against his will, he ground against the other man again, hips pressing into hips as he waded through the fog in his mind, trying to focus.

He didn't want to stop. Lord help him, he really, really couldn't stop. It wouldn't have been so bad and he wouldn't have minded if he could breathe...!

One of his hands reached to wrap around his own throat lightly, unaware of the fact that there was a red rash running along his forearm as he did so. His flight or fight instinct was kicking in in a terrible way and he forced himself not hit Ianto as he pushed at the man, trying to get him away even though his entire body was saying no, don't do that. Gesturing wildly in the direction he'd tossed the kit, starting to sincerely feel the lack of oxygen, his vision graying around the edges.

The frantic nature of Sulu's gesturing, the presence of the rash on his arm and the look on his face all came together in a way that made Ianto snap out of his stupor. Yes, the pollen was potent, but terror was an excellent way to sober up, and fast. He finally registered that Sulu pushing at him wasn't anything to do with the nature of their sudden moment of intimacy. That the other man was covered in a red rash that hadn't been there not a minute earlier, Ianto was sure, and that he wasn't panting because they were rutting together. Ianto had pulled back, away from the other man, tearing himself off of him, and now he recognized that he was pretty much gasping for air. Like he was drowning except they were out of the water now, and he really shouldn't be making sounds like that.

Ianto let out a noise of terror, reaching out to cup the other man's face. "O-oh, oh my god, Sulu? Sulu??" He tilted Sulu's head back, opening up his airway as much as he could, but it was obvious that that wasn't doing much at all. Ianto's heart was in his throat, his pulse racing, now from the adrenaline of fear rather than any sort of arousal that was lingering underneath that. "Shit! God, shit!! I..." Ianto cast a frantic look around. Sulu wasn't looking any better. He wasn't looking very good at all, and he sounded absolutely horrible, and Ianto's mind worked frantically to try to get on top of things. There wasn't anyone there to call, there wasn't anyone to save them, they weren't going to get anywhere on time and Ianto had no idea...

The kit. Sulu was motioning to the kit. Lightning fast, Ianto was up and tumbling toward it. There had to be something in there, some sort of...god, who knew at this point? Ianto turned the entire thing upside down, emptying its contents onto the ground as he desperately searched through it for whatever it was that Sulu seemed to be motioning towards.

Sulu had to struggle not to grab Ianto as he pulled away, forcing himself to focus all his attention on not panicking. He was going to be fine - he'd be more fine if he wasn't having such an intense allergic reaction and even more fine if he could just plain breathe but it would be okay. He tried to calm down despite the fact that pulling in air was nigh on impossible and gasped, feeling like a fish out of water in all the literal, terrible ways.

He tried to shout to Ianto that it was the hypospray in the inside pocket but there was no way he could get out a word, much less one as hard as "hypospray" - he could only hope Ianto would realize what it was when he saw it. Instead, he looked up to the cloudless sky and tried to focus on that for a while, despite the gray seeping in all around.

Ianto was frantically rummaging through the contents of the kit, looking for something, anything that might help, that Sulu might have been motioning towards. All he was finding were botany tools and none of that would do anything useful. Ianto changed a glance over at Sulu, checking to see that he was still...who knows what. That he was still at least gasping for air. If that stopped, Ianto didn't... He didn't know what he'd do. He let out a noise of frustration and grabbed the bag once more, when his hand met with something solid in one of the pockets. Reaching in, his hand met something cool to the touch, and he pulled it out. A hypospray.

And then it hit him. The rash, the trouble breathing, the...whatever it was that had come over the both of them. It was the flowers. The flowers they had been lying in, that Sulu had been face-down in for a moment or two there. He was allergic. There was something about them that was causing this reaction, and it had to be an allergy.

Ianto knew that it was a risk, but he was going to take it. He couldn't very well ask Sulu to tell him what he was looking for, and there weren't any markings on the thing to suggest that this was what it was for exactly. But if he were to hazard a guess, well. This was as good a reason as any to keep a hypo around. Positioning himself over Sulu, he braced one hand on the man's shoulder, took in a few shuddering breaths (he really didn't know what he was doing with this huge needle, he didn't like the fact that he was going to have to use it himself), before he plunged the hypo into the crook of the other man's neck and shoulder, injecting the medication as he did so.

Almost immediately after Ianto injected the hypo into his neck, Sulu felt his airway clear up and began practically swallowing down air, gasping and jerking upright as the mild adrenaline in the medication kicked in. "Jesus!" he gasped, one hand reaching up to clutch at his throat, the rash already starting to look better. "Christ..."

But now that he was only focusing on getting in as much air as possible, the pollen's effects were starting to kick back into gear. Barely missing a heartbeat, Sulu's hands reached out and grabbed either side of Ianto's neck, pulling him into a desperate, vaguely hysterical kiss.

Ianto had barely dropped the hypo on the ground before Sulu was crashing into him again. Ianto could feel the pollen starting to kick in again as his hands flung to grip the other man's shoulders. They were sitting in it, still, though, and there had only been one hypo in that bag, as far as Ianto could tell, so. With a last effort of clear-headdedness, Ianto stood and all but bodily dragged the other man through the grass to the sand. It definitely wasn't going to be more comfortable there, but at least he'd feel at least a little better about it all.

When they got there, Ianto collapsed in the sand with the other man, ending up on top of him, his lips finding the skin of the other man's collarbone within seconds. "Are... Shit," Ianto said, as his head started to cloud up again, his hands tracing Sulu's sides even as he tried to get a clear thought out. "Are you alright? Are you okay?" He shifted, hips meeting Sulu's beneath his and he paused for a moment to let out a throaty moan. "Please," he said, the word catching on the tail end of the moan. "Please tell me you're alright, please..." He nuzzled the crook of Sulu's neck, nipping slightly.

Sulu knew what Ianto was doing and, even as he had every intention of not stopping, he helped Ianto drag him to the sand; it was hard, because his legs felt like rubber, but there was a thick haze in his mind that made it bearable. He groaned as Ianto fell on top of him, a leg hooking around him to push the other's hips into his. Ianto's mouth so near his throat made him gasp, neck arching backwards to give the man as much skin to touch as possible.

"I'm - fine," he managed to say, his voice thready, "God, I'm fine, just... like I'm on fire." He needed Ianto against him and he didn't care what they were doing, as long as there was no space left between them.

Ianto tried to keep himself from putting all of his weight down on top of the other man, figuring he could use some breathing space--he could hear it in Sulu's voice that he was still pretty breathless and not from what they were up to--but it was hard. Hard to keep himself even that much further away from Sulu, especially with the added pressure of Sulu's leg around his waist hooking him closer. He rubbed his face against the skin of the other man's shoulder, finding it odd that even that felt good. He let out a breathy noise of pleasure, not quite a moan or a groan, but more than a sigh.

"On fire..." He repeated, shifting one of his hands to rest on the skin of Sulu's thigh that was hooked around him, gripping it and pulling it closer to him. "On fire... Is generally not a good feeling. Generally." His other hand ran up to Sulu's hair, splaying his fingers in it. "Is this a good fire?"

Sulu's breath was starting to catch again, but this time it was in the right ways, instead of because of an allergic reaction. "Good," he mumbled, rocking his hips up into Ianto's as his hands wandered across the other man's back, unable to settle anywhere permanently but instead taking it all in. "God, it's good..."

He wished he'd brought something in case they'd gotten like this, but he hadn't expected it, and now he was regretting not being prepared. He knew that most of the intensity was from the pollen, but now that he was out of harm's way, he really couldn't care less about where it was coming from, only that it was there right then and there.

Ianto was kind of frustrated with the fact that they both had their respective underwear on, since it really was getting in the way of how much better this could be for the pair of them, skin on skin completely, but he didn't know that he could pull away from the other man long enough to really remove either pair, so. He would just have to deal with it, he supposed. Certainly wasn't much else he could do about it. He didn't even want to move his hands to try.

"Good," Ianto panted against the other man's neck, before using his position for leverage and really thrusting his hips against Sulu's now. "Good," he ground out, groaning even when he wasn't moving because even just touching right now was amazing and god. If they could bottle this feeling, it would be dangerous as hell. It really was fortunate that Sulu was alright in that moment, though. Or well, alright enough. Ianto really wouldn't have been able to stop even if he wanted to. He picked his head up and with his hand turned Sulu's head towards his own, laying a heated kiss on the other man's mouth.

Making a strangled, needy noise against Ianto's mouth, he ground hi hips up against Ianto's and tried to devour his mouth. He could feel the elastic of his underwear but in all honesty had forgotten about it completely; it was a shame that it was there but everything felt so good as it was, why bother changing anything at all?

He had no idea how long this would even last; it was hard to tell with aphrodisiacs like this, because sometimes the feeling would fade quickly and other times - like this - it would urge you on, making you feel like your chest and gut were on fire in all the best ways. It was dangerous if you weren't healthy and mortifying if you weren't with someone you wanted to be with, but they were neither of those things and Sulu relished in it. He bit at Ianto's lip as gently as he could, knowing it was still harder than he'd otherwise feel comfortable with, and groaned into his mouth.

The pleasure pain of Sulu biting his lip and groaning at the same time as Ianto rocked against the other man's hips was setting Ianto's skin on fire. Just about every nerve ending in contact with the other man was tingling, overly sensitive and yet tuned for pleasure. He shuddered to think of what they could get up to if they had something of this potency around to use more at their leisure than stumbling on it like this. Then again, Sulu was allergic to the stuff, so it was probably better this way. They were definitely going to have to experiment with the cologne, Ianto thought, making a mental note.

Ianto's hand gripped Sulu's thigh, his fingers pressing firmly into the skin there, kneading it as he kept a firm grip on it there, needing and wanting that contact holding his hips in place as he rubbed against the other man, hissing at the feeling of it as his other hand shifted to grip at Sulu's shoulder now, not able to keep still, needing to touch and be touched at all costs.

Rolling his head back to try and catch what little breath he could keep at the moment, Sulu dragged his fingers down Ianto's back, sliding them down across his hip and then between their hips, pressing his palm up against Ianto's arousal. He shifted his own hips to press more against the curve of Ianto's thigh, wanting to touch and still be touched, but when it didn't make him feel as good as it had, he groaned and dragged his other hand down to rub against himself.

He wanted something but Ianto's hands felt too good where they were for him to even consider moving them. He arched his back to press his chest against Ianto's, hoping to make up for his own distraction.

As Sulu rolled his head back, Ianto shifted to lay an open mouthed kiss across the other man's throat, feeling the vibration of air through the other man's windpipe as he panted underneath his touch. As Sulu's palm pressed against his arousal, he needed to break that off as well, groaning and pressing his face into the crook of the other man's shoulder, his breath catching in his throat slightly as he did so. After a moment of steeling himself for that he pressed into Sulu's hand, pressing Sulu's hand against his other hand and effectively, Sulu's erection too, which was an odd sensation and probably shouldn't have felt as good as it did but it was great and yet...

Ianto needed to move. He needed more than they were getting and this was great but the leverage was all wrong and he needed. He needed more. So in a split second decision, he slipped both of his arms around Sulu's torso, wrapping his arms around his chest, and sat up with him, effectively pulling Sulu into his lap. Ah, yes, that was better.

Sulu's hands grabbed Ianto's sides as he felt himself being lifted, his legs bending to give him some sort of leverage against the ground as he landed in Ianto's lap, pressing his full weight down into the other man and rocking his hips. This was so much better, and he growled out a noise of pleasure, unable to really form any words at the moment.

He needed to do something with his hands, though, he knew that; one hand reached to fist Ianto's hair, pulling his head back so that his mouth could latch onto his throat, trying hard not to use his teeth more than it was strictly necessary. "Ianto," he finally managed to say - but anything else was lost in the haze.

Ianto shuddered at the low, rumbling pleasure sound that came out of Sulu at the shift in positions, and decided that he'd made the right choice after all from that noise alone. He shifted his hands from where they were wrapped around Sulu's shoulders down to rest on his lower back, pressing the other man forward, giving him even more leverage to rock against him. He tilted his head back willingly as Sulu pulled it that way, not caring or noting that he would probably need to wear high-collared shirts at the very least to keep from being teased for the next several days.

At Sulu's voice grinding his name out like that, Ianto groaned, low and needy and honestly, a really very sexual sound that he probably wouldn't have made in other circumstances, but he didn't care. "Yes," he hissed, the 's' sound drawing itself out especially as he rocked up against Sulu's hips and another wave of pleasure shot through him. "God. Sulu..."

Now that Sulu was situated firmly in Ianto's lap, the friction was beginning to be noticeably hindered by what little clothing they had on. Groaning in frustration, he rocked his hips a few more times before giving up and sitting up on his knees, dragging his fingernails down Ianto's chest until he absolutely had to pull them away so he could pull his underwear down, shifting until he could pull it off one leg and forgetting about it once he kicked it off the other.

That done, and feeling so much better, he pulled at Ianto's underwear next, hand reaching to free his erection before wrapping it as best he could around both of them, a low noise escaping him as he tried pumping them together. It wasn't elegant but it felt fantastic and in that moment, that's all he really cared about.

Ianto let out a cry at the direct contact of skin on skin on his arousal, the combined sensation of his being pressed against Sulu's as well as Sulu's hand wrapped around them and stroking sending his eyes rolling back in his head slightly, because that and the sound that Sulu was making alone normally would have been enough to bring him right there. At least, that's what it felt like. And yet, it didn't. Ianto wasn't sure whether the pollen was drawing out the pleasure, or whether it was just intensifying it in such a way that he felt further gone than he already was, but he was guessing the former. Which he couldn't complain about. They were probably going to exhaust themselves at some point, but it was the kind of exhausted that Ianto definitely wasn't going to complain about, so long as they reached their climax first.

His hands, not knowing what to do since Sulu's was right where he felt at least one of his needed to be, instead flew to grip the other man, holding him close, probably holding on tighter and firmer than he normally would, his nails digging into the skin of Sulu's back slightly, but. God, he just felt so good, it was hard to keep track of what the rest of his body was up to.

Every noise Ianto made went straight to Sulu's gut, his back twisting against Ianto's fingernails because it was impossible to sit still with the man's hands on him like that. Sulu groaned, a mixture of mind-blowing arousal and sheer frustration because - well, he was never one to hold on long during this kind of thing, but pollen had a way of making things last almost excruciatingly long for most people, and beyond that point for guys like him. His allergies made everything harder to handle, and he was sure he could go insane over this if he let himself.

Unfortunately, there wasn't any way he could control himself to do anything differently; his free hand gripped the back of Ianto's head and his hips twitched and jerked as he pumped his other fist around them. He wasn't sure how much longer he could take this - and he was completely unaware as to how long the pollen might make him keep at it.

Ianto's whole body shivered at the feeling of Sulu's hand in his hair. On normal occasions that sort of thing felt amazing to him, but now... Now it was almost too good. It was almost getting to be physically painful, exactly how turned on he was about everything that was going on in that situation. By all means, it should have ended by then, and well. He'd experimented with Jack about drawing out how long he could last, and while his record was far longer than how long they'd been going at it, they had been pacing things. This should have been hard and fast and mindblowing, when instead... It was hard and fast and mindblowing and it just kept going.

Ianto couldn't help but let out a noise in response to Sulu's movements that was somewhere between a moan and a keen, because god it was good, it was too good and there was no end in sight and it was definitely a little hard for him to handle feeling like this. His hands on Sulu's back had clawed their way down to his hips and clenched tight there, thrusting back as best he could given their position and also pressing Sulu further against him. He was probably going to leave bruises on the other man's skin doing this but he could care less in that moment, he could care less about anything than the fact that he was starting to get a bit overwhelmed with it all then.

Sulu couldn't care less about bruises. He wouldn't even care if Ianto drew blood at this point; his entire focus was on finding some kind of release, to the point that everything else was fading into the background.

His breath was gasping, but thankfully it wasn't from his allergies; instead, his body was just trying to build up the tension to the point where it would have to break, despite the fact that it just wouldn't work that way. "C'mon," he heard himself hissing, leaning in to suck at Ianto's earlobe, biting it as he spoke, "Come. On..."

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