As they fall into the pillows, soft, large things that mold to the contour of their bodies and put them in a comfortable place beneath the stars, Ezio lets out a sigh, leans in, kisses him with gentle intention while letting his fingers roam slowly over Takeshi's skin. It's warm from wine, from dancing, and Ezio can hardly withhold a smile, his own body heavy from drinking.

He stretches out languidly on the pillows, feels fingers slowly run along his ribs--an area he would normally try and protect if a touch like that were to happen so casually. But it is alright here and Takeshi would not hurt him. There is no need to worry about blades or bruises or blood.

Just them.

As the words leave Takeshi's mouth, he laughs, a warm thing as he strokes the others shoulder with his thumb. His head tilts back, a soft breath passing his lips. "Would you allow me the same pleasure?"