Sulu was starting to suspect that there might be too many layers of clothing between his skin and Ianto's hand. Of course, he knew that it was a good thing, that it was keeping him from getting too out of control, but at the same time, he wished he could feel Ianto's hands on his skin. He sighed and settled for what he had, humming as Ianto's hand touched his chest, even through the layers of clothes.

He couldn't even think to separate for air; it was too good, too amazing, to think about breaking the kiss, and so he just inhaled through his nose, humming into Ianto's mouth a little as he shifted closer, shifting to pull his arm away from Ianto's shoulders and wrap it now around his waist. He wished there was a way he could stay like this for a long time. (Part of him imagined the community would eventually do it for them, so he made a point to not wish too hard. Didn't want to give it any ideas. ...Then, he realized that he was thinking the community could hear his thoughts and forgot the whole thing in favor of focusing on how Ianto's mouth and body felt against him.)