Ratchet makes a warm sound, just feeling York wrapped all around him for a moment, York's face buried against the top of his head and York's skin against his lips. He tracks lazy, wandering kisses up along York's shoulder to his throat, finding the pulse there and making a low sound as he presses his mouth to it, feeling it beat against sensitive skin before his lips part and he licks there, delicately, his grip tightening across York's back.