Yukimura knows exactly how to touch Akaya to get him aroused, whether with his hand caressing teasingly across his hip or with his mouth that leaves a hot trail over his skin. He’s not afraid to show it either, because what’s the point in holding back? Isn’t it already obvious how maddening it is to share a space with him again? Which is maybe why he doesn’t quite understand what Yukimura’s game is now.

He loosens his grip on his hair and runs his fingertips across Yukimura’s cheek, tilting his head so he can gaze down at him.

“That’s never stopped you before,” he says with a smirk.