[ he really shouldn't be complimenting him, especially not when he's so close with that cigarette in his mouth. akira doesn't bother to hide the way his gaze drops down briefly to jyuto's lips, leaning back to rest against the arm of the chair close enough for his elbow to nudge lightly against jyuto's foot. ]

I see. [ he rolls the chair forward, just enough to close some of the distance between them. akira wouldn't have to reach very far at all to touch him, or grab the end of jyuto's tie to tug him down to kiss him like he did last time. ] You were always the first one the scene, even before I started leaving you calling cards.

[ and maybe that's what started it all — how persistent jyuto has always been in pursuing him. the thrill of the chase has always been addicting, but there's something about him that's even more magnetic, something that always keeps him coming back against his better judgement. ]

Are they? [ what he pulls from his pocket isn't jyuto's lighter, but a box of matches instead, striking it against the side to spark a flame. he holds it up to the end of jyuto's cigarette to light it before blowing out the remains. ] I just take whatever catches my eye.