"Bad choice of words," Sulu laughed, finding the entire situation sort of funny, in a good way. He reached up to run his hands through Ianto's hair, cupping one hand around the back of his head to help him kiss Ianto deeply.

Maybe Ianto actually wanted to rinse off, maybe he wanted to wash his hair and get clean before Sulu took him away from the shower, but Sulu found himself too impatient for that kind of thing. He'd apologize later, he figured, and for now he abandoned all pretense and any hope of teasing, hand sliding across Ianto's hips, shifting so that he could slip a hand between them and wrap it around Ianto. It was feather-light pressure, yeah, but he hoped it would encourage Ianto to get a bit of a move on. They had three nights to make up for, here, after all.