Tycho chuckled as Ford let out a laugh. He watched as Ford worked at his shirt buttons. While Ford was doing that, Tycho reached out to caress Ford's cheek. Moving around so that he was behind Ford and wouldn't hinder the other mans undressing, Tycho pressed kisses to the side of Fords neck while softly whispering one of the bran new poems he had just written into Fords ear. "One of my newest pieces," he said in reference to the poem as he helped Ford pull his shirt off, his lips finding Fords shoulder as soon as it was bared to him.