If he regrets this, it's in the doing - not the quality. Now he knows, in the haze of too much champagne and vodka, what it feels like to have Ty tug on his shirt. How carefully Ty can start a kiss, and how warm it is, how gently he can deepen it.

In the moment they're both dizzy, but Kira has his eyes open, for how little he can see in the dark. Pieces of Ty's face, shapes made by dim light. When he presses in for another kiss, when he opens his mouth and slides his tongue against the back of his teeth, shadow swallows as much as he does.

"Or you'll never be happy." It isn't a jab, isn't even a rejoinder. A little truth, a little Akiyama foresight as he gathers the back of Ty's head in his hands, shifts his knees to straddle part of his lap, and leans into a moment that feels so easy to have, for how impossible it will be to keep.