Takeshi loves those sounds, wants more of them, always. There is a heady intoxication that comes from knowing he's making his lover feel good, appreciating, enjoying, loving him.

He licks up soft, slick skin of his head, his tongue flat. Presses the tip of it into him, into the tiny opening at the tip and stabs at him lazily a few times, gathering thin droplets that merely hint at Ezio's pleasure and desire. Later, in time, they'll be thick with it and Takeshi will drink him down, savor him thoroughly.

For now, all he can do is moan into his skin as Ezio sucks at him almost teasingly and lets him go. The feel and sound combination is lewd and perfect and maddening and his hips can't help but rock just slightly forward, approving, wanting more.

Letting saliva pool in his mouth to slick the way, Takeshi retaliates by drawing Ezio's cock between his lips and inching, slow and sure down the length of it until he feels him hit resistance at the start of his throat. He doesn't swallow him deeper, not just yet, just enjoys the feeling of Ezio filling his mouth for a moment, lets his tongue play and tease as he sucks at him lightly, revels in the tiny differences this angle and position provide. And then Takeshi hums, a slow, easy tune as he just as slowly eases his head back and off Ezio's cock until only the head of him sits on his lips.