Omi grunted softly as the counter's edge dug into his back from Akaya's push. He was keenly aware of the contrasting sensations between his front and back: warm, firm pressure spread out against his torso, driving him against a concentrated point of cold, unyielding hardness. It wasn't very comfortable, but coupled with the deepening kiss, it had an arousing effect all the same. He arched his back into him, fingers raking into Akaya's shoulder muscles and neck craning to press his mouth harder against his partner's. He wasn't sure if it was a reaction to the discomfort, the arousal, or a combination of the two.

And in that moment, he couldn't care less which was the truth.