If he expected Yukimura to say something to ease his confusion, he probably should’ve known better. Akaya’s hands slide off of him to his sides as Yukimura kisses him again. His brow knits into a troubled frown, because it feels like he’s being pulled into some kind of game that he doesn’t know the rules to. But submitting his kiss bruised lips to him seems like the only thing he can do. Resisting would take conviction and clarity, and he has neither of those right now.