After his shirt had been pulled off and tossed aside, Ianto happily allowed himself to be pulled closer still to Sulu, his arms coming up to wrap around Sulu's back, fingers splayed across the other man's skin, hands moving slowly, gently, exploring his back. Which he'd been tossed through a door onto. He really wasn't sure how he was going to ignore these facts. Not so soon after it'd happened. Maybe a little later. But now, Ianto just wanted to appreciate Sulu. All that he'd done for him, both on this virus and earlier, physically, emotionally. He just wanted to touch him, feel him, hold him. Make him feel good. Feel good himself. And he hoped that they could do that.

And so, Ianto didn't really mind if they went slow, just so long as they went at all. He was happy with slow, even. Nothing with Jack went slow, not usually, and that made this even more special. God, but he really wanted to enjoy this one last night together with Sulu. His hands trailed lower on Sulu's back, running along the waistband of his jeans, but doing nothing to remove them whatsoever.