Yukimura hisses in a breath when he feels Akaya's teeth dig into his neck, erotic pain that sends a shiver up his spine. Despite that pain, it causes the corner of his mouth to turn up in the barest hint of a smile. Fingers travel from Akaya's neck into thick curls of hair, this familiar mop of unruliness, to cradle Akaya's head against him with a gentleness that stands in stark contrast to the aggressive kissing and groping, the hard press of his body that traps him against the wall.

"You seem quite energetic. Akaya."