Skin, a warm expanse of it, hardly a breath away and Ezio indulges himself, not only wanting the pleasure, but to please in turn. His fingers reach out as Takeshi brushes him between the legs, touches him so very softly that it makes his hips arch suddenly and his breath cant. It feels so good, to be brushed so lightly, as if it were a feather touching his skin, not Takeshi's mouth or hands.

Swallowing he leans forward, press a soft kiss to his skin, feel warmth against his lips. It draws his tongue out and he trails out over him, brushing a scar here with his tongue and pulling back to run his thumb over it slowly, admiring it with a warm gaze.

He teases fingers down along Takeshi's leg, brushing his knuckles across his skin, up behind the back of his knee and the soft skin on the inside of his thighs. Everything is just that much more sensitive, that much more detailed and he drinks in every bit of it.