Of course it's not that easy. Yukimura can appreciate that fact, though. He wouldn't say no to having some of that attention returned. He allows the pin of his wrist and meets that fiery aura with a gaze equally daring, equally wanting.

"Come at me, then."

Hot breath falls on his skin, warm touch over his chest and stomach. Yukimura relaxes against the wall and exhales, turning his neck just slightly for that mouth. He snakes his free hand around Akaya's waist, feather-light fingertips tracing the curve in the small of his back.