Credit where due: Akaya has been dutifully patient through this self-indulgent nostalgia tour over his body. Is it cathartic for him to revisit this kind of lovemaking that they did in the past, back before their nights together were spontaneous hookups with an old flame that refused to burn out? He seems strangely unreadable to Yukimura now, and that bothers him. Who is Akaya thinking of when he feels that mouth so close to him?

Yukimura pulls down the hem of the briefs, exposing him to the air. He runs his fingers down the length of his cock. This, too, he's going to take his time refamiliarizing himself with. For the next several minutes, he attends to every stroke, nuzzle, lick, kiss, and squeeze with this sense of purpose. Perhaps, as he showers all of this attention on this most personal of spaces, it's also reminding Akaya who it belongs to at the end of the day. Who he belongs to. This is, after all, a question that Akaya will have to answer before they part company.

Because Yukimura understands now what it is that he wants out of tonight, and what he's going to do to achieve it. Whatever happens, he'll ensure he can greet it with no regrets.

No more regrets.

And that means Playtime is over. Yukimura closes his mouth around Akaya and takes him in as far as he can go.