Yukimura might have tried his damndest to keep Kuronue quiet--a feat considering how loud he could be in bed--but it stop it from being blindingly obvious that he was coming to Yukimura's words, Yukimura's mouth over his own, like he'd sucked civility right out of him.

When he became aware of the world around him again, Kuronue was flushed and panting, shame and eroticism in dual causes. He licked Yukimura's lips, kissed him gently in thanks. Now, his words came back to him.

Show Mamechiho he was a demon? Wouldn't she...be afraid?