If he needed any reminding, it’s certainly coming back to him now, the forceful pull of Yukimura’s fist in his hair, the hot touch of his mouth that moves across his skin, the urgent press of his leg against him. Every gesture feels familiar, hungry, heated. Maybe he’s falling too easily back into this place he once knew so well, the push and pull that has always defined their relationship. The gravitation of it, unmistakable in the moment where he reaches back to grab for the thing that some might call unhealthy or obsessive.

Akaya reaches down between them curls his fingers hard around Yukimura. Twenty seconds were up a long time ago, but who’s counting anymore? There’s always the next challenge, and you can bet Akaya is ready to coax it out of him. A sound will suffice, for now.