There's sensible, and then there's Akaya. He's got a reputation to protect, an image to market. His agent will probably be unhappy, but fuck him. It's not like sex appeal (or availability) is the thing he wants to sell himself on. At the end of the day, it's about the music.

And besides, he's enjoying himself far too much to think about the consequences.

He chuckles darkly as he feels Omi's hand over his stomach.

"Go, then," he says daringly. If Omi wants to stop, then stop.