Ratchet shivers all over again as he feels the slick heat of York's tongue against his lower lip, his grip on Ratchet's thigh. Ratchet feels a low sound wring from his throat as he kisses York back for a few more moments before he pulls away, just a little, breathing hard.

There's no reason for him to be short of breath, he hasn't even gone anywhere, but he can feel his heart thudding against his ribcage, weirdly hypersensitive all over. He reaches up with both hands to slide them against York's cheeks, one thumb dragging gently over York's lower lip before he pulls York in to kiss him again, still surprised by the heat and softness of it.