With more than enough encouragement to continue, Omi pressed harder into the kiss. He inferred from where Akaya put his hands which side of the field he played, but that didn't mean he was going to be a passive doll. He tested a bit of tongue against Akaya's lips, his eyes slipping closed as the hand slid behind his neck. And with Akaya's hands moving around him, it seemed as good a time as any to slide his own against the man's back.