Kyou didn't understand how Yuki could be so cold.
"Can't you just open up and say something nice? Would it kill you to acknowledge that we're fucking, at least while it's happening?!"
Yuki blinked, staring piteously, disdainfully down his nose at the cat even as he situated his hips between Kyou's legs.
"I don't need love, or reassurance, or words. They're too easy to lie with. I only want touch."
"You're a damn whore."
"Maybe. But at least I'm being honest with myself."
"You're using me!"
"Just touch me."
And though every part of Yuki felt like lies, Kyou touched.