Ezio laughs, and it is full-bodied, from his stomach to his chest to his throat and mouth as he feels the kiss along his ear that makes him tremble, Takeshi's hips roll smoothly, make him easily roll his hips back. He is all pliant muscle and bone, wine-addled mind not at all objecting to turning what seemed to be a relaxing moment into one that makes him bite his lip and tilt his head back, eyes bright.

"Oh? Is that the type of dancing you enjoy?" he comments finally, a hand sliding up to shift and settle at the nape of the others neck. It slides up through his hair, presses against his scalp. His other hand remains laced firmly with Takeshi's, comfortable as they are.