It's sort of fun to just watch Akaya squirm like this. Omi is usually lost in the moment, both of them dealing with an impatience for each other that prevents a slow build-up.

He draws back and watches more of the cube drip from his hand, splashing on Akaya's upper abdomen, lower abs, just south of the navel. The inside of one thigh, dangerously close. He leans back down and follows the trail of drops, cleaning each up on the way. As he reaches the inner thigh and licks over the droplets' trail, his warm hand closes around the shaft of Akaya's cock in a firm grip.

His mouth soon follows, shifting to the base and peppering attention around his balls before enveloping the head and forming a tight seal.