He slips quietly into the room pausing to shut the door behind him. A quick glance verifies the room’s occupant is still asleep, unaware of his 2 AM visitor.

A few steps later, sliding under covers his mouth envelops the other’s, cutting off any chance at refusal. The taste of smoke lingers from the kiss as hands roughly move across skin, bodies press together with friction igniting further passions.

Slipping back out before dawn, he crawls to his own room afterwards completely spent. No words are spoken about the nights; however, Aya no longer complains if Yohji’s late to work.