It might have been impossible to pull closer than they already were, but Akaya appreciated the effort anyway. He chuckled darkly into the kiss as he felt it, like a taut heat that pulsed between their hips. He thrust against him, greedy to feel more of that heat, enough to send a shudder down his spine. He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down the side of Omi's neck, grazing it ever so slightly with his teeth before he found just the spot to mark him. He'll probably have to wear a collared shirt for a few days, but Akaya didn't care.