York gives a pleased rumble in response, right into Ratchet's ear. And it's moving a little fast but he slides his hand higher, the fabric of the other man's shirt bunching at his wrist. He can just reach his goal, fingertips stroking over Ratchet's ribs before finding and circling a nipple, teasing the sensitive skin. He lifts his head to watch, seeing Ratchet's bitten lip and lidded eyes. "It only gets better," he promises gently, holding back from claiming Ratchet's mouth again.