The gentle touch of Akaya's fingertips on his cheek is almost jarring. Has it been that long since he felt it? Yukimura looks up to meet those eyes, the knowing smirk, and he feels a renewed swell of affection for this impossible troublemaker whose life has intertwined with his own since all the way back to junior high.

"That's correct. God himself couldn't keep me from this." Which was to affirm in this flirting banter that it was his choice not to give that to Akaya yet, and being called out on it wasn't changing his mind.

He clasps his hand around Akaya's extended wrist in a light grip and seeks out its partner with his other to clasp their hands together. Yukimura turns his face in, nuzzling the surprisingly sensitive skin of the inner wrist. He tongues it briefly, a prelude to his shift to Akaya's palm and fingertips. Starting at the pinky, he takes each digit into his mouth and spends an agonizingly long minute sucking lightly.

At the same time, his fingers play with Akaya's other hand, tickling traces of the palm and fingertips.