Omi gasped from the shock of cold hitting his back; even if it was a feeling he'd invited, it was still impossible to prepare for it. He loved it, though, especially once he felt Akaya's weight pressed against him and pinning him to the tile. He worked Akaya's underwear off him while they kissed before squirming a hand between their bodies to touch him again.
It was always like this when Akaya came over. However much Omi tried to be annoyed at him for his unannounced arrivals and the messes he left behind, it never lasted more than a minute, and before long they were tangled in each other's limbs, unable to keep their hands off each other. It was different, too. Omi had been with others, including recently. The sex could be good and the interaction friendly, but it didn't have this kind of passion behind it. Sometimes, Omi wondered if it was something Akaya brought into the equation the way he brought it to his music, or if it was something in himself that was innately more alive when they were together. Possibly, he would never know the answer.
no subject
It was always like this when Akaya came over. However much Omi tried to be annoyed at him for his unannounced arrivals and the messes he left behind, it never lasted more than a minute, and before long they were tangled in each other's limbs, unable to keep their hands off each other. It was different, too. Omi had been with others, including recently. The sex could be good and the interaction friendly, but it didn't have this kind of passion behind it. Sometimes, Omi wondered if it was something Akaya brought into the equation the way he brought it to his music, or if it was something in himself that was innately more alive when they were together. Possibly, he would never know the answer.