It’s crazy, all the little things the body remembers. The curl of fingers around him, the way the tongue slides across just so, all the subtle gestures that make him want to pull him closer still, over and over. And surely Yukimura remembers too, he must read him like a book, every groan and shiver that he gives him. And so he knows when to stop - not a moment too soon, just when his body tenses to the point of falling. Akaya is flushed and breathing hard by the time Yukimura travels back up his torso, leaving him achingly unsatisfied. But he would’ve stopped him anyway, if he hadn’t already. Because whatever this is, this undefined moment in time, he at least knows it needs to be like this - something he shares with him.

He cups Yukimura’s cheek with his palm and pulls him back just enough to look up at him. There’s an adorable pinkish hue on Yukimura’s face that he slowly caresses with his thumb. And maybe the moment is supposed to be charged with emotion that leaves him breathless (and it is) but really, he can’t help it. He giggles.

“Yuki.”