He smiles around the bit of cartilage he's nipping lightly when Ezio trembles. He loves that, loves knowing he can do that to him, affect him like that. With a hum, Takeshi moves to the line of his jaw, draws kisses across it.

When the fingers on his nape turner sharper with the addition of nails, when Ezio grinds against him just so, he groans softly into the underside of his jaw, delight and pleasure twining about each other easily.

"You're as bad as she is, you know that?" The reprimand is huffed, almost breathless, but the words are filled only with amusement and affection as Takeshi's fingertips begin sneaking just under the edge of Ezio's pants to rub lightly at his skin.