Ianto's bluntness just made Sulu grin, pulling Ianto into the room. "Hopefully there's no such thing as too soon for you," he said almost conversationally, before putting his hands on Ianto's shoulders and pushing him back, using their combined weight against the door to close it, mouth finding Ianto's in a heavy, open-mouthed kiss.

He pressed himself entirely against the other, his hands sliding across bare shoulders, one going up to thread through Ianto's mussed-up hair. The other, after brushing against the skin behind the other's ear, slid down to tug away their towels, tossing them aside carelessly as he ground up and into him. And maybe that was too fast, maybe he should be taking it slow, like he had before, but Sulu was almost expecting the ghostly presence from the ship and was instinctively trying to get as much out of the night before that happened.