Yukimura grunts with the slightest hesitation to his body when he feels that hot touch around him. This is familiar too, the forwardness, the impatience, the curl of his hand. He wills himself not to push his hips against it.

He knows the hunger. It would be easy to surrender to it without thinking about the consequences that would be waiting at the end of it. But he won't allow this to be quick, if Akaya shows any signs of angling for instant gratification. This time is going to last. It's going to count.

He covers Akaya's collarbone with his mouth, tracing the outline of bone with his tongue to the shoulder before moving down his chest. He bathes his chest, paying special attention to the sensitive skin of his nipples. And Akaya can be damn sure that when he moves to the stomach the same kind of attention is going to that spot that Yukimura knows so well.

Has he found it, too? Yukimura isn't sure which answer would be worse.