When his head is yanked back his mouth is filled with the taste of copper. He could feel the particular tug of his teeth gliding against skin in a way that was far too wet to be just from his own spit. Instinct is to apologize, but in the moment he's too caught up by the sight and sound of the man above him. The hold on his hair isn't fought as he takes the moment just to breathe.

He hadn't realized how he'd been holding his breath during his work and even now his hand keeps stroking Akutagawa through his orgasm as it spurts across his lips and cheek. It isn't until he's sure that he's finished that his gloved hand slows its steady rhythm and he speaks; "I see age has no bearing..."