When Yukimura turns away to rummage in the drawer, Akaya steps behind him and grabs him by the wrist. He spins him around and pushes him against the wall, pinning the wrist to it hard as he presses up against him.

“You think it’s that easy?”

Really, location doesn’t matter. But don’t think he’s letting Yukimura choose the pace the whole night. It’s only just beginning. He grins sharply and leans in to breathe hotly against Yukimura’s neck as his free hand glides down his torso with deliberation.