Yukimura shifts himself just enough to get his leg pressed against Akaya's groin. He grabs a fistful of dark curls and pulls Akaya's head towards one side, better exposing his neck and jawline for another string of kisses. Yukimura wants his mouth all over him, reminding every inch of skin how it feels to be with him. The heat and electricity, the shivers of pleasure. And he wants to remember himself, exactly how he tastes, each curve of muscle and every noise he makes.

It's not so much that he's forgotten any of this. He just wants to pay special attention to it all this time, so that the memories don't fade anytime soon.