Omi grins back into Akaya's collarbone as the dark-haired musician gropes him. He lets himself sink lower and issues a quick, light bite to an exposed nipple-- not enough to hurt, but maybe enough for a jolt if that wasn't the sort of move you were expecting out of him.

"Looks like you'll have to make that happen another way, then. Good luck."

If that sounds like a challenge, it absolutely is.