"Fine by me," he said with a laugh.

If Omi didn't mind the cold tile floor, then who was Akaya to argue? He followed him down eagerly, pushing him to his back with a firm hand to his shoulder. His own body pressed him down further as he came to settle on top, smirking lips finding Omi's frantically. He liked this spontaneity, the urgency that couldn't seem to wait for the next touch, the next kiss. He ground their hips together, muffling his own gasp into their locked lips.