For me...but also for you. His grin seems to say as much. Akaya isn’t above a little self-restraint to get Yukimura worked up. And whether that’s the reason why, it doesn’t really matter, he gets what he wants. He groans appreciatively as Yukimura’s mouth finds his neck, a sharp sensation that sends a deep shiver down his spine. He arches into it...and then gasps breathlessly when that hand slides across his waist, right there.