Kuronue's breathing stuttered and he groaned, tipping his head back as Yukimura spoke. The denial off the kiss was a torment, the brief one he got a mockery.

He was panting, he realised. Panting and sliding down the wall, little by little. His knees had given out, and he would have been embarrassed if he wasn't so utterly turned on. Swallowing thickly, Kuronue opened his mouth to reply and found he couldn't. "Oh god," was all he could manage and his nails pierced through Yukimura's clothes he was fisting his hands in the material so tight. "Oh please, I won't make it," he begged.