Tycho chuckled against Ford's lips as he kissed him, assuming it to be a reaction to the poem. Whatever it was, Tycho was more than happy to respond to the kiss as he ran his fingers across Fords skin.

"I'll proofread it later, I did just come up with it since getting home while also having other thoughts on my mind as the poetry flowed through my quill," he teased as he pulled Ford closer against him by the waistband of his trousers.