Yukimura bares his neck to him, and he teases it slowly at first with his lips and tongue, exploring with ease the curve of his throat, collar bone, chest. He traces back up the rapidly cooling trail with his mouth again, hot. Meanwhile, his hand slides down, down the chest lightly over his nipple and across his stomach and abs. He curls his fingers almost tenderly over his cock, a stark contrast to the bite that he gives him on his neck, sharp enough to shock the senses.