Ianto smiled against the skin of Sulu's neck, pressing another kiss there before pulling back, laying his head back down on the pillow. He didn't mind Sulu's hand at the hem of his shirt, on his hip, and in fact, he rather enjoyed it. It was teasing, and it held a promise. A promise of more, and...god, but it was exciting, even if being a woman was weird as hell sometimes.

He bunched his hand in the fabric of Sulu's t-shirt where he had his hand resting, before pulling it up, not so much moving his hand as he was moving Sulu's shirt, until his hand rested on the warm, soft skin of Sulu's side. He trailed it to his back, tracking on the skin there lightly, as he'd done times before with Sulu in his regular body. There wasn't a rule that everything had to be new about this situation, after all, and familiarity would definitely help to make things less weird for the pair of them.