The jeans come off. The boxer briefs don't. Yukimura isn't done teasing just yet-- only at the point that the pants are indeed in the way. His touch travels over the front of the hip, just missing him. He goes down one leg, hitting the inside of the thigh, the underside of the knee, the curve of the calf, the anklebone. He takes a couple of minutes to massage Akaya's feet, then performs the same path in reverse up the other leg.

This time, as he returns to the hips, his nose and lips brush over the bulge in his underwear, his breath falling hot against the thin fabric between them.