The bite is a surprising shock, but not an unwelcome one at all. Akaya turns his neck into it with a throaty moan, appreciating all the mix of sensations that linger there, from the sharp edges of teeth to the sensual hot sweep of tongue that soothes the pain. His fingers trail down Omi’s spine across to his waist, palming his hip in a grip that says he’s more than ready for it to flex into him.