The first time they met, Akaya had not expected Omi to accept his invitation to the gig. Akaya had thrown it out there as a professional courtesy after the guy did them a favor. But Omi had said yes, then that turned into an invitation for drinks, which turned into an invitation for something more... It was a night of yes, and yes, and hell yes, each one like a tantalizing door that Akaya wanted to open. Because behind that sweet face and innocent doe eyes was a flash of something fresh, not exactly full of experience but maybe a willing spirit to try. Akaya liked that.

One of these days, he'll coax it all out of him. For now, he was satisfied enough with the responsiveness of that body that pressed closer to him, arms that tightened eagerly around his neck. He gripped him harder at the hip and pushed him against the island, tilting his head to deepen the kiss with parting lips that was, what else, an invitation to more.