He laughs, a deep, heated thing as he slowly strokes Takeshi between the legs, long, languid pulls of him as he shifts to the desired position, entire body simply nerves and skin and he shivers as he props himself up and meets the others eyes.

"Certamente," he manages with one particularly prominent stroke delivered to the others arousal before he lowers his head and brushes lips to the very tip of it, tongue flicking out. He laps slowly at the head, a wet, solemn swipe of tongue against the beaded precome there.