Sulu tilted his head obligingly as Ianto pressed against his neck, moving his own hand away from Ianto's in order trace the curve of the other's shoulder. It was all different - not wrong, but it was definitely not the same as he was used to. If he were any less patient, he might've been frustrated with the idea that he'd have to relearn what Ianto's body felt like, but as it stood, he was actually pretty excited for it.

He dragged his fingers lightly down Ianto's arm, shifting to rest his hand lower on Ianto's waist than Ianto had gone, lightly gripping the curve of Ianto's hip, toying with the hem of Ianto's shirt, grinning a bit and shifting into Ianto's own touch.