Ianto kept getting pulled closer and pulled closer to Sulu, and while he loved kissing him like that, he just couldn't get the angle right, what with Sulu sitting sideways like he was. Luckily enough for Ianto, the way that he himself was sitting was good enough for him to get a little bit of leverage, and moving his hand from Sulu's chest to Sulu's thigh, hooking his other hand a little more firmly around Sulu's head, he leaned forward enough to push Sulu backwards into the armrest that he knew to be behind the other man, capturing his lips in a firm and hungry kiss.

It wasn't until a few moments after that he really realized how he was positioned, how he had just sort of shot forward out of nowhere to go this far, and most of all, that his hand was perilously close to Sulu's groin. He moved his hand to the sofa beside Sulu, pulling away from the kiss abruptly and putting his forehead against the other man's shoulder. Shit. So much for taking it slow. Whether it was because of his nerves or the alcohol or what, Ianto had practically jumped in Sulu's clothes with him in that moment. He just stayed there like that, for a few seconds, catching his breath. "God, I..." he started, shaking his head against Sulu's shoulder, hiding the magnificent blush that had started to bloom there. "I'm sorry. That was... I didn't meant to..." He let out a groan, only this time one of distress, rather than pleasure.