That answer earns Akaya a tipsy laugh as Omi's mouth finds his. So he's gonna play that way? All right then, Omi takes that to mean any limits Akaya has, he doesn't expect to hit them tonight.

He slides his hands back to Akaya's pants to finish loosening the fly and tugs the waistband down past the hips, taking the boxer-briefs underneath with it. Picking up where he left off in the hallway, Omi gets a firm grip around him and tests a couple of slow slides of his hand.