Ianto shivered at the feeling of Sulu's finger running over his skin like that, at the hot water at his back and the heat of Sulu pressed against his front. He moved to rest a hand on Sulu's forearm, bracing his other arm on Sulu's lower back as he rocked his hips forward, pressing closer still against Sulu.

"Don't get cocky with me, Lieutenant Sulu," he said, speaking against the other man's lips. "You're the one who suggested that we move this elsewhere. I'm not opposed to that plan, because really, I'd rather not see you crack your head open again tonight, and I could care less about where we end up, but I'm going to have to let go of you to get dried off, so. Yes. Another few moments like this."