Yukimura thinks that's probably about the best reaction he could hope for, all considered. He wanted to say something before it went so long that saying anything at all would be impossible, and because as tempting as it might be to take Akaya right there on the floor of the cab, in the end he really does still care that they aren't behind his apartment door yet.

In the end, he's going to have to bide his time a little before he properly reclaims what's his.

Either way, the words seem to have thrown Akaya off-balance. Yukimura shifts his angle and covers his mouth with another kiss that's no less insistent but that's turned the temperature down from the first. Something a little softer, a little slower. A little more romantic.