Ezio moans, feels the deliciously terrible way that Takeshi laves at him with his tongue. It makes him groan softly, tipping his head back to take a breath before returning with the climbing urge to please, parting his lips to breathe softly against the head of his cock. The taste of him still lingers on his tongue, musky, heady, and he dips his mouth down to take his head teasingly into it, sucking and releasing with a lewd, wet sound.

He hums softly against him, taking him fully into his mouth and letting his head sink down, pull up, lean in again, tongue pressing against the bottom of his shaft lazily.