Sulu's jeans needed to come off, that was very true, but Sulu decided he would just have to wait until Ianto was undressed. He didn't bother saying anything; he was afraid that he'd do something wrong, now that he'd gotten this far. With a smile, he let himself be pulled close to Ianto, stepping so that he was pressed against him, hands toying with the bottom of Ianto's shirt, leaning in to kiss him briefly before moving to pull his shirt off.

He was slower than he'd liked, because he wanted to make sure Ianto wasn't about to get tangled up in the fabric, but once it was off Sulu was kissing him again, hands grabbing at his shoulders and pulling him close before easing back to Ianto's hips, hooking around the elastic waistband of his shorts but, he wanted to take his time here. They hadn't had this much privacy in four nights and he wanted to use it while he could.