He doesn't need to be told. Omi is more than ready to get on with it himself. He answers that teasing trail of nips with a fierce, claiming bite at the base of Akaya's neck, the kind designed to leave a mark for days. Normally, he's more careful than this-- not quite so rough, not quite so visible-- but the wait since their last visit has felt especially long this time.

He lingers on that spot and nurses it with his tongue, pain followed by comfort. He keeps his possessive grip around Akaya, replacing the thrust of his fingers inside him with the pump of his hand while he withdraws and slicks himself up with another dab of lube.