Kuronue didn't want to stop either, wanted to stay like this like his life hung on the very continuation of it, but he knew how good it could be. Sympathetic to the heartfelt whimper, Kuronue flung a hand out for his leather pants. Yukimura's yukata was in the way and eventually he flung it as far as he could, spent a good deal of time splitting way to much attention between Yukimura and his search.

But eventually, he had it and he dropped the little tube by his head and brought his hand back to Yukimura's ass with a victorious little moan. Nearly. Nearly, nearly.