Ianto shut his eyes into the kiss, not wanting to get water in them for one thing, but another because he really was enjoying himself there. He slid a hand up to grip Sulu's shoulder, because it really would be a disaster if one of them were to slip and get hurt. No magical community to fix things, this time, it would be all real, and more than a little bit embarrassing.

After a moment, Ianto pulled back from the kiss, pulling back far enough to look at Sulu, to watch the water running pink as he washed his hair out. Ianto brought up a hand to Sulu's head, brushing his fingers lightly against his temple, before threading them through Sulu's shower-soaked hair. It really was all healed, and pretty soon all the evidence that it'd ever happened would be gone, leaving him only with the memory of just how freaked out he'd been. He shook himself, not wanting to focus too hard on that. He could ruminate on all of that tomorrow, but for now, he just wanted to enjoy himself.

He smiled at Sulu. "Care to use any shampoo?" he asked, with a grin. "I'm afraid it's probably a lot girlier than whatever you're used to using, but. It'll probably work better than just water in getting all of the blood out, and well. I rather think it smells nice, at least." It was his shampoo after all. Of course, then Sulu would smell like it, but. That wasn't necessarily a problem, now was it?