Grunting and breathing? Surely Akaya's efforts were worth more than that. He varied it up a bit, teasing delicately with his tongue, his fingers only squeezing lightly to coax out something a little more vocal and preferably desperate. Akaya wasn't one to be too cruel about this sort of thing, but he did like to be appreciated. Hey, he was a brat. Omi should know by now. Did he really miss him that much?