Their lips part too soon, as if any span of time would be long enough. Akaya seems as eager as he is for them to get in each other's pants. It's a discovery that calms the turbulent waves of jealousy and anger that have been stewing inside him ever since Hokuto mentioned Akaya was seeing someone. Whoever he was, Yukimura was clearly correct in his assessment before: it wasn't serious.

He ignores the pain in his scalp, focused instead on the graze of lips and teeth over his throat. That Akaya was going to bite, wasn't he? Yukimura feels a small thrill in the anticipation of it. He senses Akaya's possessiveness, a mirror image of his own looking back at him, asserting itself in the touch of Akaya's hand, the sharpness of his parted kiss. Leaving a mark would be right in keeping with that energy. With Akaya in general, really.

He tips his head ever so slightly, exposing his neck for him. Go ahead, then, if it's what you want. And expect the favor to be returned twice over.