He’s enjoying himself, all right. While Akaya would usually be taking a more active involvement in inducing pleasure in Omi too, this is a fine change of pace. It’ll be different next time. And there will be next time. He doesn’t plan for it consciously, but it’s there in his mind. Something this good and this perfect can’t be temporary.

Omi’s mouth moves away but not to leave him completely unsatisfied - no, it travels across his skin, leaving a trail of heat. Shivers run down his spine as he shifts however Omi wants him to. His toes curl under as he feels that tongue lightly brush him, inducing a groan in the back of his throat.