Yukimura smiles into Akaya's neck at the way he gasps and moves under him. This is how it should be. This lean body, this familiar scent, these sounds of pleasure, here is where all of it belongs. With him.

He continues to suck and nibble at Akaya's neck until his mark is prominent and durable. In the meantime, he glides his hand from that spot on Akaya's stomach to his hip, down the top of one thigh and back up on the inside of it, just missing him before settling back onto his waist.