Droplets of ice cold water trail down his skin, followed by that very talented mouth of Omi’s, it makes him a little crazy, not knowing exactly where the next drop will land. He bites back a grin as he feels the dripping cold on his thigh. Oh, he wouldn’t, would he? Maybe he will? He’d like to see him try. But what he feels instead is a tight grip and heat.

“Oh, shit...!” he mutters under his breath, fingers curling tightly in Omi’s hair.