Yukimura tilted his head, continuing to brush Kuronue's hair. "Do you mean have I made love to anyone else?" he asked. "A few times," he admitted. "With Sasuke, with my wife, but each time it's different, unique, special and precious," he murmured. He set the brush aside and held Kuronue around his waist. "To make love requires that both of us are present, fully, in the moment, that we belong. It is cherished." He pressed a kiss to Kuronue's shoulder. "To my wife, only once, to Sasuke, only once, though with each, we had sex more."