"I have a guess," Sulu replied, his voice low as he spoke against Ianto's lips. "A watched pot doesn't do anything, anyway," he added, poorly reciting part of an old wives tale before kissing Ianto once again, running a hand through his hair. As invested as he was in the idea of a homecooked meal, Sulu would never pass up the opportunity to spend more intimate moments with Ianto.
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