Kuronue cried out against Yukimura's mark, clawing at the carpet and at Yukimura's shoulder lightly. It was like physical sensation had become background noise to the almost visual intensity. It felt like this, their making love, was transcending the very definition there of. They were crawling inside each other, loving each other with whole-hearted dedication and honesty.

And the touch to his mark along with his wings sent Kuronue drifting, knowing that it would end very soon with it being this intense, this close. Yukimura felt good around him, in his arms beneath him, curled around him. He never wanted to let him go.