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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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..."

Ianto's breathing really wasn't any better than Sulu's at this point. Almost every single nerve ending he had felt like it was on fire, and the worst of it was at his most sensitive part at the moment. Which was, thanks to Sulu's hand and the bucking of their hips, at least getting some attention. And it should have been enough, but it wasn't, and it was the damned pollen's fault, and god. "Dewch..." Ianto whined out, because it was pretty much a sensory overload by that point. "Dewch i ben... God, please..."

He wasn't even connecting what language he was speaking anymore as he begged for something to finish it, for it to be over. He was pretty sure that if it continued like this he was going to lose it. And that if it ended right then he might pass out or god knows what, he wasn't quite sure but just like Sulu said, come on, already.

Not really knowing what he was doing, not being really all that careful because of it because god was his mind elsewhere at that moment, Ianto did the only thing he could think of to try and end things fast. Letting go of Sulu's hips with one of his hands, he pressed a finger inside of Sulu and, not even bothering to be subtle about it, stroked it right over that bundle of nerves inside of him.

Sulu cried out as Ianto's finger hit that spot inside him, and for all it was worth, that should have been enough - but it wasn't, it wasn't and Sulu was close to tears with how frustrated he was.

He bucked his hips, his grip tightening around them as he pressed down, grinding against Ianto's finger, the noises escaping him with every thrust and grind. He just wanted release, God - he found himself babbling, "Ianto, Ianto please, please," even though he wasn't sure Ianto could even do anything at this point. If only there was some hint, some clue as to how to proceed, he'd feel so much better, but instead, he was forced to feel like his every nerve was on fire, without knowing when it would end.

Finally, whether it was from Sulu's hands around the pair of them, the other man's motions as he pressed against him, the sounds that he was making, the pleading that he was doing, or any combination thereof, Ianto finally found the release that he'd been so desperately looking for, his eyes rolling back in his head as he arched underneath Sulu's touch, letting out a cry as he did, followed by a low moan that was almost pained as waves of pleasure wracked over him. God, but. It wasn't like anything he'd ever experienced before. Maybe it was just the sheer amount of pollen in his system. After all, they'd basically rolled in the stuff before they'd realized.

As Ianto came back to himself, he noticed Sulu was still very painfully aroused. Which made sense. There's no reason that the pair of them should have found release at the same time, as it were. After a moment more, Ianto took his other hand and wrapped it around Sulu's arousal as well, stroking with him, setting up a good rhythm to go with Sulu's thrusting. Shouldn't be too much longer, now, right?

Even as Ianto managed to find that release, Sulu was rocking his hips, trying to move in every angle to get him to follow suit. He wasn't even sure it was possible at this point, but if it wasn't, he was going to go mad over it.

When Ianto regained his sense and reached down to wrap around him, he threw an arm around Ianto's shoulders and buried his face in the crook of his neck, unable to help the low whining noises that escaped with every buck of his hips. He wished he weren't allergic - at the very least, he wished he knew what to do!

Ianto was trying. He was trying hard to do what tricks he could given the situation they were in to get the other man to climax too, but it just wasn't coming. There was something in the sounds that Sulu was making that gave him pause as well, to some extent. Whining for release itself wasn't what caught Ianto's attention, but the tone of it. Hell, it'd been a long time for him to last, and he was used to playing with drawing things out with Jack, but Sulu... Sulu wasn't, as far as he was aware.

Ianto slowly removed his finger from pressing against that spot inside of the other man, moving to rest his hand on the other man's lower back as he slowed the pace a little with his hand, afraid that he was overstimulating the man like that. "...are...are you alright?" he asked, his voice a little hoarse and breathy, but also slightly concerned.

Sulu wasn't able to keep a low growl of disapproval back as Ianto broke away from him even slightly; the sound made him chew his lip and twist his face into the side of Ianto's arm, forehead pressed against the slope of his shoulder and eyes closing.

"It's - nngh, it's the medication," he mumbled, surprised at the sound of his voice. It was rough and strained, all of his frustration seeping through every word. "Takes forever. God, Ianto, I'm..." Sorry it was taking so long, so close but just not close enough, way too turned on - all of it was true, and the unspoken words were what made him grip Ianto's hair with one hand, the other moving to grip Ianto's hip tightly.

Ianto didn't miss the frustration in Sulu's voice, and he felt for the other man, he really did. It wasn't for lack of effort on either of their parts, but Sulu was definitely taking longer than he might have ever otherwise have done, and he looked almost painfully aroused, now. And Ianto wasn't sure exactly what to do about it. He wanted to bring him off, wanted to fix everything and make it spectacular for the other man, but he had absolutely no idea how.

Ianto shushed him slightly. "We'll get there. We'll get there," he reassured him. He ducked his head forward to bite at Sulu's exposed neck, gently, changing the rhythm of his hand, speeding it up slightly, but also making the strokes longer, each touch doing more than frantic pumping would have. He moved his hand again, tracing lightly around Sulu's opening again, sliding his finger in once more, picking up his head to speak. "Is this too much?" he asked, needing to know how far to push and when to pull back, so that he wasn't just making matters worse.

Knowing that he needed this - and God, did he want it - Sulu forced himself to try and relax, taking slow breath to try and release some of the tension that had been building up in him, silently hoping that they would get there. He wasn't sure what he'd do otherwise.

The change in pace and Ianto's teeth against his skin made him shudder and moan; it was a quiet, thready thing, and despite the intensity of his desire for things to be hard and fast, he could already feel this working so much better. When Ianto pressed in against him, asking him if it was all right or not, he couldn't help but turn his head to kiss Ianto hard. "No," he managed to say, partially into Ianto's mouth.

Ianto moaned slightly into the kiss. Just because he needed recovery time before he could become actually physically aroused again didn't mean that Sulu wasn't having any effect on him at all. He always had liked to know when he was doing a good job, and now he had a clear-headedness that he usually didn't get when they were up to things like this. Granted, the circumstances were less than ideal, especially for Sulu. Ianto could only hope that he could bring him off before Sulu started to get too tired of it all. God only knew how exhausting it must be, to not be able to get there.

Ianto kissed him back, deeply, tilting his head to get the right angle, before biting at Sulu's lower lip, gently. He kept his hand going slowly, steadily on Sulu's arousal, and he ran his finger over that spot as well, gently at first, and then pressing firmer. "Good," he said, against Sulu's lips. He wanted this to be good for the other man, and over-stimulating him definitely would not be the way to go about it.

Sulu's breathing hitched, his deep breaths growing ragged and more and more shallow as Ianto's hands and mouth started bringing him towards the edge. He wasn't sure how long it would take, but it was almost bearable like this, as though it were an acupuncture session - tension was building but it'd be released, and soon (he hoped, because he didn't want to go back to the ship like this, and that would be so embarrassing).

He didn't realize it right away, but he was starting to babble against Ianto's mouth; some of the noises he made were just that, but he found himself saying, "Ianto, Christ. I love your accent. And your hands, I'm sorry it's taking so long but... but I'm so close." He tried to reinstate the deep kiss he'd broken to talk, but he couldn't help adding, "I really wish... wish that this - was a time I could just get off on your voice."

Ianto didn't mind the talking. He thought it was kind of hot, hearing Sulu all hot and bothered like he was. Okay, more than kind of. Ianto kissed Sulu back firmly for a moment, before pulling back and shifting his head to press a kiss against the side of Sulu's neck, speaking up again. "It's fine. You're fine. You certainly don't need to apologize about it." He ran his lips over the side of Sulu's neck, keeping his hands going in the same rhythm and motions, making sure to keep things nice and steady.

"If you could just get off on my voice, there'd be no stopping us," he said, roughly, figuring he might as well play up the sound of it, allowing his accent to get a little rougher as well. "Maybe we'll have to try it sometime. See if I can. See if the pair of us are up for the challenge." Ianto bit down where his mouth was for a moment, before releasing it and licking the spot gently. "Come on now, cariad," he urged him, "you're so close. I know we can get there. Just let yourself go..." Okay, so that didn't make a lot of sense. Ianto figured talking would help, though, and Sulu was so far gone he wasn't sure that that actually mattered anymore either.

It didn't matter if Ianto was playing up Sulu's nigh-on fetish for his voice. It didn't really even matter what he was saying, because all Sulu heard was the tone and the way his accent sounded like that. He dug his fingernails into Ianto's back, bucking his hips against Ianto's hands and groaning, something that sounded more like a growl than anything.

"Always up to a challenge," he managed, "Always with you, God damn it," and the words nearly came out right there, but Sulu wasn't going to let this be that moment. No way. He could feel his whole body going tense, a bowstring pulled tight and he dug his nails in, not realizing it as his back arched. "Almost," he gasped, not wanting to even exhale in case the tension relaxed, because he knew it was going to break, soon, and hard, and he wanted it so much...

Ianto wasn't sure what else he could do to bring this on for Sulu. He was pulling out all the stops that he could, his voice, making it sound deeper, sexier, playing up the accent, using both hands in two different pleasure points, hell, using all the techniques that he could think of to facilitate this for the other, and still it hadn't been enough. He could feel Sulu's body tensing against him, though, stiffening, his movements becoming more and more frantic and god, he could hear that note in his voice, he could feel the nails in his back and the stiffness in his muscles that he really was almost there.

He didn't know what else he could do, so he kept up with what he was. "Then we'll definitely have to try it out sometime. You and me. I could even try it over the phone. While you're on a short break, if I'm feeling bad. Have you sitting there, thinking of me as you finish your shift, knowing what we'd done together, knowing that there's more where that came from, when you come back to me..." He growled slightly and leaned forward, pressing further against Sulu and nipping his earlobe, speaking softly and gruffly directly to him. "And that's a promise. You watch yourself, Lieutenant Hikaru Sulu..."

Everything Ianto was doing set Sulu on fire and that fire that had been roaring through him turned into an explosion, flashes blinding him behind his eyelids as the tension snapped. He pressed his forehead against Ianto's, opening his eyes because he wanted nothing more than to see the bright blue of Ianto's own eyes. His orgasm rolled through him, drawing a long, throaty moan that was sure to make Sulu's throat sore with how gravelly and worn it was.

By the time he'd finished he was sagging in Ianto's lap, breath coming raggedly as he tried to reel himself in from the crash he was going through, wanting to go to sleep right then and there (and the mad part of him wanted to go jump around in the flowers some more, but he knew his body would never be able to handle it).

".....God." It was the most he could get out while panting, eyes dragging closed.

Ianto stopped his hands in their movements as soon as it was clear that Sulu was spent, instead bringing his arms to wrap around the other man and hold him up as he realized he was starting to slump. Sulu's breathing was still coming fast and heavy, so Ianto rubbed his back gently, cradling him to his chest and supporting him there while he recovered as much as he could, given the situation.

"Christ, that was..." He waited a little to finish his thought, so that Sulu could catch his breath a little more. "Are you alright?" he asked, gently. "I mean... Straight from the pollen to the sex and then..." Well. Sulu's troubles getting off,as it were. "That was pretty rough. Just tell me that you're alright, yeah?" He ducked forward and pressed a light kiss to Sulu's shoulder in front of his face, trying not to sound too worried as he posed the questions.

Sulu was quickly becoming pretty much dead weight in Ianto's grip, his hands falling to either side of the other's hips as his breathing slowly came back under control. His heartrate was still high - not too high for comfort, but enough that he could feel his heart pounding against his ribs, and he groaned a little.

"M'alright," he mumbled, slurring slightly as he rested his head against Ianto's shoulder. "Mmn. G'nna definitely bring those back aboard," he added, his hand moving very slightly in the direction of the flowers.

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