A grunt is all he gets, which isn’t quite so satisfying. It doesn’t seem like Yukimura is in the mood to indulge him either, as he moves further down, out of his reach. Akaya makes a slightly impatient sound, which eventually turns into another gasp as Yukimura’s mouth shifts further and over his stomach. It sends a shiver down his spine, his fingers moving into Yukimura’s hair and fisting tightly.