What was the point of holding back? If it was something Akaya wanted to do, he just went for it with everything he had. And right now, he wanted nothing more than to press up against the lithe body that reacted so gratifyingly to his touch. But that didn't mean he was just going to bend him over and get it over with (not that he minded the quick and dirty either).

He grunted appreciatively when Omi wasted no time putting his hands on him. He did like that feisty side of him. He slid his other hand from Omi's neck, palm moving deliberately down his torso and ending at his hip. He hooked his fingers to the hem of his shorts and tugged them off.

"Never thought shorts could be hot," he said with a smirk, between heated kisses.