"Don't worry. I'm having fun, just enjoy it." He leans back in, his smile warm and fond. Ratchet's squirming is getting distracting, though, the little tugs at his back giving him the idea that maybe the other man just isn't sure what to ask for. He's already let most of his weight down, pinning Ratchet's torso to the couch. But...

York goes for another kiss as he shifts, slipping one leg between Ratchet's and straddling his thigh to get them both some pressure.