His teeth graze over his skin, a taste that’s all too familiar to Akaya, despite all the months he’s spent apart from him. He’s not sure if energetic is the word for what he’s feeling now as he pulls back just enough to narrow his eyes at that barely there smile.

What is he feeling right now? Hot. What else? Does Yukimura want to put a name to it? That’s probably not that wise.

“What are you trying to say?”