By all accounts, he should be pissed off shouldn’t he? Yukimura’s hands on his body, like they belong there. After all that bullshit about not being right for each other or whatever it was he’d said. If Akaya were feeling rational at all, he’d punch him in the face instead of sucking it. But then again, ‘rational’ was never really a trait he was good at around him. It’s just the way it is. He drives Akaya crazy.

Besides, it’s all the same. The hand that slides across Yukimura’s skin is just as possessive, because if he can map every curve and dip of his body by touch, why shouldn’t it belong to him?

His other hand moves up to grab a fistful of Yukimura’s hair, possibly yanking some strands of it out as he pulls to expose the slender neck. He traces the curve of Yukimura’s jaw with his mouth, down his throat, edged with sharp hunger.