"Show up naked next time, and maybe I'll give you another extra minute," Akaya said with a chuckle, palming Omi's cheek with his other hand. The weird part of it was, he didn't find the idea of 'next time' objectionable. He didn't usually plan that far ahead when he was still knee-deep in the moment. He pushed the thought out of his head and concentrated instead on the willing body that he pulled against himself.

His lips found his, a slow, lingering kiss that tasted like caramel and coffee. For all the casual talk of getting it on, it was a sweet way to start, even if it was edged with Akaya's usual determination.