The fingers on his skin get Ezio more of the sounds he enjoys, a soft huff of laughter at the corner of his lips with the first two buttons, a hum of enjoyment on the third.

Dark lashes lower, almost closed at the brush of lips to his throat, his collarbone, and Takeshi tilts his head just so, willingly offering Ezio skin to play over as Takeshi reaches for the ribbon in his hair, gently tugs it loose and smiles as chestnut strands spill over his fingers like silk.

Their mouths meld into another slow, drugging kiss and Takeshi whispers into it. "Let me touch you..."