Omi didn't think it was possible for them to get any closer together without being naked, but he liked Akaya's hands slipping under his shirt in the back just the same. He mirrored the gesture, leaving the belt hooks for the waistline at Akaya's hips. His fingertips sought out the hem and trapped themselves between those tight jeans and the skin underneath. He couldn't really move them to the back given Akaya's position against the wall, so instead he contented himself to this slighter escalation and the signal it contained: if Akaya wanted to bypass the barrier of clothing in their touching, Omi was more than game.