Ianto's eyes fluttered shut as Sulu's hand threaded through his hair. Right. Sulu's hands. His wonderful hands. Ianto had forgotten how much he enjoyed them, how much he had enjoyed them the last time the two of them had kissed each other. It was all kind of a blur--the number one emotion being relief in Ianto's mind, rather than desire or excitement, like the sensations that he was getting in that moment instead.
Sulu's moan at Ianto's touch went straight through Ianto. He really rather liked that noise, especially when Sulu did it. He allowed himself to be pulled closer to the other man, not resisting it in the very least, but going right along with the motion, as he kissed Sulu back, with just as equal depth and fervor as he was receiving from the other man. His other hand, previously having been clutching at Sulu's jacket, moved to lay flat on his chest, just bracing himself there as they kissed.
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Date: 2010-09-15 06:45 am (UTC)Sulu's moan at Ianto's touch went straight through Ianto. He really rather liked that noise, especially when Sulu did it. He allowed himself to be pulled closer to the other man, not resisting it in the very least, but going right along with the motion, as he kissed Sulu back, with just as equal depth and fervor as he was receiving from the other man. His other hand, previously having been clutching at Sulu's jacket, moved to lay flat on his chest, just bracing himself there as they kissed.