He would, wouldn't he? Which is why Akaya never asked that question of himself, either. Sentimental things best remained in the romcoms that Shuji (his bassist) had an inexplicable taste for. His fingers curled around that hip in that firm, sure way he had about him.

"And you definitely don't want any trouble," Akaya said with equal blitheness. As if neither of them understood that Akaya was trouble on legs. But hey, their arrangement worked out plenty well so far. To both their satisfaction. He leaned closer, close enough that Omi could probably smell Akaya's shampoo and the coffee on his breath. He glanced down at the mug still in Omi's hand between them.

"You gonna finish that?"