"For who, though?" Yukimura counters, undeterred. Oh, he knows this game well, and he went into the tackle fully expecting it. Give him a little credit, Akaya.

He dives down to Akaya's neck and gets started on a fierce hickey above his collar line while his hands feel out the bare skin of his waist for that special spot that drives him wild. He won't speak for Akaya, but he's not here to dally around.