At some point, Takeshi shifts, inverts his body to Ezio's and stretches out again. If Ezio wants to touch him, this makes it easier, puts him back within reach. And if he'd rather just float on affection and pleasure, Takeshi's more than happy to indulge him.

"You're so beautiful, my friend..." His lips are brushing the hipbone nearest him, tracing the sharp angle of it slow and sweet, before dipping under into the valley they form. He nibbles the skin there, traces it down and lower to the juncture with his thigh and raises his head to trail fingertips over the spot. Takeshi sighs softly and just drinks in the sight of Ezio splayed on pillows and floating on his touch, "pleasure suits you so well."

Soft and feather light, he whispers fingertips up the soft, sensitive skin of his balls. Gently, he takes them in hand, caresses them, tugs lightly, rolls them between his fingers. With a hum, he smiles up at Ezio, dusting kisses on the soft, smooth skin off him.