Sorry, Akaya. Yukimura knows it's got to be disappointing for now, but he's confident he'll be more than making up for it over the course of it all. Tonight will either be the resurrection of a relationship long thought dead or their final goodbye to this magic they shared. Either way, it deserves to be made extra special.

The only question is which outcome he's aiming for. That grip Akaya has around his hair will let go when the time comes. Can Yukimura hope for the same of the grip Akaya has around his heart?

He focuses on that lean stomach for the next couple of minutes, occasionally letting his hands glide down over the fabric of those pants that Akaya didn't quite manage to get off in time: over a hip, down a thigh, across a pocket. Finally, he pulls back and looks at Akaya's fly.

"It's too bad, but it doesn't look like I can go any lower than this," he teases. Eventually, yes, the pants will come off, but a little lighthearted penitence to pay first seems like a fair price for Akaya's mischief. And perhaps, for all that Yukimura truly believes they should savor the night for its own sake, and that pacing themselves will make the end all the more intense when they finally get there, there's also a part of him that really just wants to see Akaya get so bothered over him he can't stand it.