Sulu was used to drying off quickly as part of his routine, and used that fact to his advantage, watching Ianto out of the corner of his eye as he did so. Ianto seemed like the kind of guy who would hate dripping all over the bed, but then again, Ianto seemed like the kind of guy who wouldn't be so forward. When Ianto turned to him, Sulu couldn't help but grin, tilting his head, towel around his waist out of habit. He wondered if Ianto would make him get as far as the bed. Sulu wasn't sure he wanted to wait those few extra moments.

"Not sure how, yet," he said easily, moving past Ianto, deciding that, as much as pushing the other into the counter sounded like a great idea, it probably wasn't going to be comfortable, and he wanted comfortable. His hand looped around the other's wrist and he tugged, pulling him along to the bedroom, half-facing him with a wide grin. "Any ideas?"