Ezio's laughter moves through him, warms him, for the sweet, simple pleasure it gives voice to. And that they move well together is pretty undeniable. Their bodies know each other intimately, fall into each others' cadence without thought. It still surprises Takeshi at times just how in tune they are, how naturally they all fit together, and dancing seems to be no different.

Takeshi adds the gentlest scrape of teeth to his kiss then moves to draw the curve of Ezio's ear between his lips, sighing softly to feel the fingers on his nape lazily stirring lust with each stroke. "Mmm. I enjoy all kinds of dancing. But this has a particular appeal." As did anything that let him be up close and personal.