"Oh," Ratchet says before his cheeks flare hot and he clears his throat a little. "...oh. Well--yeah. I'll tell you. It's--it's good, though."

He firms his grip on York's waist and reaches up with his free hand to slide it along York's cheek again, sensitive fingertips curling against the short hairs at the back of his neck. "I'd like to kiss you again, in that case," he says, watching York's face intently from very close and feeling his pulse pound in his throat.