A moan is a little better than that brief grunt from earlier but still not quite enough. He wants to hear more of him, for him to come unraveled in a way that only Akaya gets to see. He eases up on the bite and grazes the mark gently with his teeth and tongue as he slowly tightens his fist around him and then strokes him hard. His fingers have that knowing grip, it’s like muscle memory the way he remembers exactly how he likes to be touched, where to slide the pads of his skillful fingertips, how to ease up, and when to be rough.