Of course it was on purpose. You could hardly expect Akaya to discover such a weakness and not exploit it, could you? He had a bratty streak a mile long. You give him an inch, and he walked all over you. Especially when it brought him so much amusement. He laughed and pulled back just enough to look him in the eye. Or maybe to observe his expression, which was sure to be something worth seeing.

"Too easy."

He smirked. His hand moved back up the hip and under the hem of Omi's top, pushing the pesky fabric aside to caress the skin beneath.