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Yukimura sees a little bit of Akaya's usual spark coming back. It makes him smile.

"They're more ravenous than usual-- because of that single. Be careful."

He pulls the brim of the cap down to hide his eyes and exits the vehicle, making a beeline for the elevators. There are flashes within seconds.

A couple of the drones fly in with an effort to get a better look at Akaya. Yukimura is very rueful in that moment that he doesn't have his racket and a few balls. If he'd known he'd be coming back with Akaya in tow... They'll just have to run for it this time.

"Closing in at 5 o'clock!" He warns, and makes a dash to the call button on the elevator. The door slides open.

Like reflexes, it all comes back. Akaya knows exactly which angle they like to come in from, and how to avoid being captured on camera. The media isn’t as crazy in his corner of the industry, but he’s seen enough of it both from his own experience and from when he was with Yukimura to know.

They get through the gauntlet and he makes a dash for it, slipping through just as the elevator doors slide shut behind them. The momentum propels him right into Yukimura. He grabs at his shirt and they slam against the wall of the elevator. He laughs, breathless from the sudden sprint.

Yukimura wasn't quite ready to be body-slammed, and he lets out a noise somewhere between a grunt and a gasp as Akaya collides with him. That laugh. That same laugh that started this whole detour into heartache when he heard it from the other side of the street. It sends a flutter through his stomach even now.

He wraps his arms around him. "You're as reckless as ever," he scolds, not unkindly. Without letting go, he shifts over to scan his retina and says to the computer, "35th floor."

Ever so slightly, the floor seems to dip as the acceleration begins.

“I got through it, didn’t I?” Akaya says, cocky as ever. You’ll see. All the photogs have captured would be a blur and the windbreaker. He wraps his arms around Yukimura’s waist as the elevator begins to move.

"Getting through isn't the part that makes you reckless." He doesn't wait for an answer. The best way to end with the last word is to follow it with a kiss.

It’s all the same. Momentum, it drives them forward just like this. Does Yukimura think they’ll run of steam in the end? Akaya never thought so. He has reserves he hasn’t begun to tap. Maybe that makes him reckless. He doesn’t care.

He presses his body flush against him and kisses him back, pulse still racing fast and cheeks flushed from the exercise.

They're still kissing when the chime sounds and the lift slows to a stop on the 35th floor, opening into the lobby outside Yukimura's home. He steers them out of the elevator car without letting go-- the only others with access to this floor were the small circle he'd approved, like Hokuto, and the authorities. He breaks the kiss to unlock the front door and let them spill into the genkan, where he takes off his shoes and hangs Sanada's hat on a hook.

"You have 20 seconds to get completely naked."

Yukimura doesn’t have to encourage him. But Akaya’s never one to back down from a challenge regardless. He’s already kicking off his shoes. The windbreaker is on the floor.

He starts backing up into the apartment, pulling off his jacket.

“You better start counting, then.”

"I'll do it in 10," is all he says back, whipping his t-shirt off his head and slinging it to wherever it may land. He's already working on his buckle and fly.

“Are you counting all this, too?” Akaya says, with a quick flash of his wrist. He’s got some bracelets and his necklace on, part of his typical casual look. He did say completely naked.

The jacket’s on the floor, followed quickly by his t-shirt. He pulls open his fly and steps back toward Yukimura, sliding his palm across his bare waist. If Akaya gets ten more seconds, he can afford a little detour.

Akaya might feel like he can spare a detour, but Yukimura cannot, which means ignoring that hand in favor of bending forward to push his jeans and underwear both down at once, losing his socks as he steps his feet out of the holes.

"Everything," he says back as he does. Honestly, he probably wouldn't have even thought twice about it if Akaya hadn't asked, but since he did and he seems to think he's got time to spare...

“You got it.”

Akaya might be impressed that Yukimura isn’t deterred in the slightest. He was always competitive as fuck. His hand slides down teasingly over Yukimura’s hip, across his abs and almost...but not quite lower before he steps back. He uses his teeth to loosen the leather buckle bracelet on his wrist, grinning.

Yukimura can almost hear Sanada telling Akaya he was going soft. Taking such a lackadaisical approach to the timed challenge-- he wasn't even going to try to match the 10-second limit Yukimura had imposed on himself? Yukimura would take it as an affront to his pride to have been given twice the time as though he needed a handicap.

It's doubly odd considering the bratty impatience he's showing to get to the fun part, those teasing touches that make Yukimura's eyes gleam with the desire to-- well. Why should he need to wait? The last touch for him is his wearable, a wristband with a magnet closure that separates with a good yank. He tosses it onto the coffee table and tackles Akaya to the floor before he can get out of his pants.

"Your undressing schedule may have hit a snag."

If this were any other challenge, Akaya might have given himself the same ten second time limit just to show that he can. But he’s drawing out his own twenty to their full extent for Yukimura’s benefit (or annoyance?). And he can tell it’s working, from the gleam in Yukimura’s eye.

His bracelet falls loose and to the ground but he doesn’t get to anything else before he’s tackled down to the floor with a surprised gasp. When he catches his breath, he looks at Yukimura, reaching up to touch his fingertips to his face.

“That’s too bad,” he says, cheeky.

"For who, though?" Yukimura counters, undeterred. Oh, he knows this game well, and he went into the tackle fully expecting it. Give him a little credit, Akaya.

He dives down to Akaya's neck and gets started on a fierce hickey above his collar line while his hands feel out the bare skin of his waist for that special spot that drives him wild. He won't speak for Akaya, but he's not here to dally around.

For me...but also for you. His grin seems to say as much. Akaya isn’t above a little self-restraint to get Yukimura worked up. And whether that’s the reason why, it doesn’t really matter, he gets what he wants. He groans appreciatively as Yukimura’s mouth finds his neck, a sharp sensation that sends a deep shiver down his spine. He arches into it...and then gasps breathlessly when that hand slides across his waist, right there.

Edited 2020-11-22 19:47 (UTC)

Yukimura smiles into Akaya's neck at the way he gasps and moves under him. This is how it should be. This lean body, this familiar scent, these sounds of pleasure, here is where all of it belongs. With him.

He continues to suck and nibble at Akaya's neck until his mark is prominent and durable. In the meantime, he glides his hand from that spot on Akaya's stomach to his hip, down the top of one thigh and back up on the inside of it, just missing him before settling back onto his waist.

It’s definitely a shame he’s not naked already as Yukimura’s hand slides down his thigh, outside, inside, and just close enough to make him give a eager sound in the back of his throat. His hands move down the lean sides of Yukimura’s torso, down his back over his hips. Exploring this body like he owns it.

The answered call is welcome this time. Yukimura plants a trail of kisses and suckling across Akaya's neck to the other side where he concludes with a rough bite. Like the hickey, this mark is meant to last for days.

Akaya hisses under his breath sharply when Yukimura bites him, his fingers digging in to that hip with equal force. For the moment, he doesn’t consider what it means to have angry red marks on his neck or why he puts them there. He’ll have plenty of time to contemplate it later, as they’re not going to fade any time soon. He hooks his leg over Yukimura’s hip, pulling him close against himself.

Yukimura shifts himself just enough to get his leg pressed against Akaya's groin. He grabs a fistful of dark curls and pulls Akaya's head towards one side, better exposing his neck and jawline for another string of kisses. Yukimura wants his mouth all over him, reminding every inch of skin how it feels to be with him. The heat and electricity, the shivers of pleasure. And he wants to remember himself, exactly how he tastes, each curve of muscle and every noise he makes.

It's not so much that he's forgotten any of this. He just wants to pay special attention to it all this time, so that the memories don't fade anytime soon.

If he needed any reminding, it’s certainly coming back to him now, the forceful pull of Yukimura’s fist in his hair, the hot touch of his mouth that moves across his skin, the urgent press of his leg against him. Every gesture feels familiar, hungry, heated. Maybe he’s falling too easily back into this place he once knew so well, the push and pull that has always defined their relationship. The gravitation of it, unmistakable in the moment where he reaches back to grab for the thing that some might call unhealthy or obsessive.

Akaya reaches down between them curls his fingers hard around Yukimura. Twenty seconds were up a long time ago, but who’s counting anymore? There’s always the next challenge, and you can bet Akaya is ready to coax it out of him. A sound will suffice, for now.

Yukimura grunts with the slightest hesitation to his body when he feels that hot touch around him. This is familiar too, the forwardness, the impatience, the curl of his hand. He wills himself not to push his hips against it.

He knows the hunger. It would be easy to surrender to it without thinking about the consequences that would be waiting at the end of it. But he won't allow this to be quick, if Akaya shows any signs of angling for instant gratification. This time is going to last. It's going to count.

He covers Akaya's collarbone with his mouth, tracing the outline of bone with his tongue to the shoulder before moving down his chest. He bathes his chest, paying special attention to the sensitive skin of his nipples. And Akaya can be damn sure that when he moves to the stomach the same kind of attention is going to that spot that Yukimura knows so well.

Has he found it, too? Yukimura isn't sure which answer would be worse.

A grunt is all he gets, which isn’t quite so satisfying. It doesn’t seem like Yukimura is in the mood to indulge him either, as he moves further down, out of his reach. Akaya makes a slightly impatient sound, which eventually turns into another gasp as Yukimura’s mouth shifts further and over his stomach. It sends a shiver down his spine, his fingers moving into Yukimura’s hair and fisting tightly.

Sorry, Akaya. Yukimura knows it's got to be disappointing for now, but he's confident he'll be more than making up for it over the course of it all. Tonight will either be the resurrection of a relationship long thought dead or their final goodbye to this magic they shared. Either way, it deserves to be made extra special.

The only question is which outcome he's aiming for. That grip Akaya has around his hair will let go when the time comes. Can Yukimura hope for the same of the grip Akaya has around his heart?

He focuses on that lean stomach for the next couple of minutes, occasionally letting his hands glide down over the fabric of those pants that Akaya didn't quite manage to get off in time: over a hip, down a thigh, across a pocket. Finally, he pulls back and looks at Akaya's fly.

"It's too bad, but it doesn't look like I can go any lower than this," he teases. Eventually, yes, the pants will come off, but a little lighthearted penitence to pay first seems like a fair price for Akaya's mischief. And perhaps, for all that Yukimura truly believes they should savor the night for its own sake, and that pacing themselves will make the end all the more intense when they finally get there, there's also a part of him that really just wants to see Akaya get so bothered over him he can't stand it.

Edited 2020-12-13 03:22 (UTC)

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