York inhales sharply as Ratchet rocks up, rolling his hips. And it's been so long that he's too distracted to smile, to lean in close and murmur that he did say it gets better -- he just wants to make it better, and reaches up to tug Ratchet's lip free of his teeth, sliding his hand back into the other man's hair.

"You okay?" It can be a lot, he knows. Hell, it is a lot even for him, who's done this before, and they've still got their clothes on.