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Trouble only knocks when no one else is home

It was shaping up to be a quiet evening. Goku was with Sanzo until tomorrow, and while there were several potential family members to look to between siblings and in-laws, Omi wasn't so eager to give up a chance to relax in peace. He had articles to read, some code to putz with, and a new caramel-pecan coffee flavor to try. Said coffee was already brewing, filling the air with a distinctly nutty aroma. The holographic display in the living room was set to split-screen between the code file and a live preview, curtains already closed and lights low.

While the coffee finished, he went about the apartment picking up little bits of clutter that always seemed to collect during the week. He didn't mind it in doses, but he didn't want it getting out of control, either.

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His back is cold already against the floor, what's a few ice cubes? Akaya grins as he sits up, leaning his head against the kitchen island as he observes Omi fetch his stuff from the fridge.

"Unexpected," he says good naturedly. Hurry back.

Akaya doesn't look fazed, which is ultimately a good thing. It might have been fun to see a trace of alarm on his expression, but that would also be a ridiculously low ceiling considering it's just an ice cube. Omi grabs another couple from the bin, places them in a bowl, and places the bowl on the floor in easy reach.

"I'm not done," he clarifies, and grabs up his just-removed shirt. A few quick folds transforms it into a long strip of fabric about three inches wide that Omi secures over Akaya's eyes before pushing him back down against the tile. A shock of cold might add a little spice, but for it to really be effective, you shouldn't know when or where you'd feel it hit.

'Unexpected' didn't really sound like a word that met the intensity needed to count as 'surprise him' anyway, and Omi fully intends to meet that imperative. One way or another.

Oh, okay. This is getting more interesting. Akaya lays back, blindfolded.

In truth, he doesn't really need to do anything fancy to hold his interest. He has it already. But that doesn't mean Akaya won't enjoy every minute of whatever Omi has planned.

Now that Akaya is blindfolded, Omi lays himself on top of him and locks their mouths together in a hard press. His tongue seeks out the other while his hands glide a path from each shoulder, over those toned biceps, past the elbows and forearms to the wrists.

One of them grips around that wrist and holds it pinned to the floor. Lost in the kiss as he is, Omi doesn't quite notice that his other overshoots, and somehow finds its way to a twin set of fingers to intertwine with.

It’s tempting to want to pull him close, wrap his legs and arms around him and feel every inch of him against himself. But Omi is control, and he’ll let him take the initiative - for now. His lips curve into a gratified grin as Omi kisses him, his fingers tightening firmly around the other’s.

Omi doesn't expect Akaya to do anything actively given he's got both his hands and his mouth occupied. That's ok. As happy as he is to follow Akaya's lead wherever it goes, sometimes it's fun to have the reins. It would be boring to do the same thing all the time. One of the things he appreciates about Akaya is he seems to share that desire to avoid ruts. Surprise me, he says.

Encouraged on by the smile he feels across Akaya's lips and that clasp of their hands, he draws the kiss to a close and starts working his way down: a line of kisses, tonguing, nips of teeth and gentle sucking. Jawline. Ear. Neck. Collarbone. Down the chest towards one nipple.

As he shifts lower, he has to let go of Akaya's wrist and hand to continue supporting his weight.

The grin remains on his face as Omi’s lips travel down his body, which arches subtly to the touch. The blindfold is a simple enough thing, but it does add a layer of mystery to things that he finds surprisingly tantalizing. When Omi releases his hand, he moves it to the back of Omi’s neck, threading his fingers into his hair.

Omi likes the way Akaya arches his body towards him, and smiles against his skin when he feels fingers at the back of his neck. He shifts just a little lower and moves the wet heat of his tongue against that bud of flesh, teasing it.

Then three drops of cold water hit the other one from the ice cube melting in his grip a few inches above, soundlessly plucked from the top of the bowl just moments earlier.

He gives a surprised hiss under his breath when the cold drops touch him. The contrast against Omi’s hot mouth on his other nipple is definitely an arousing sensation. His fingers tighten on Omi’s hair.

For a moment, Omi leaves the droplets there on Akaya's skin, and another couple fall nearby. When he's done playing with Akaya's nipple, Omi draws back and shifts to his other one, lapping the drops up and bathing it with similar attention.

After a minute, he draws back again and blows a stream of cool air over the skin, still wet from his mouth.

It’s obvious in the way his body moves against him how he likes it, the alternating sensations of hot, cold, wet, and airy. For all the teasing he did at the beginning about getting it on sooner rather than later, he’s quite fine with just pacing it like this, one drop at a time.

It's sort of fun to just watch Akaya squirm like this. Omi is usually lost in the moment, both of them dealing with an impatience for each other that prevents a slow build-up.

He draws back and watches more of the cube drip from his hand, splashing on Akaya's upper abdomen, lower abs, just south of the navel. The inside of one thigh, dangerously close. He leans back down and follows the trail of drops, cleaning each up on the way. As he reaches the inner thigh and licks over the droplets' trail, his warm hand closes around the shaft of Akaya's cock in a firm grip.

His mouth soon follows, shifting to the base and peppering attention around his balls before enveloping the head and forming a tight seal.

Droplets of ice cold water trail down his skin, followed by that very talented mouth of Omi’s, it makes him a little crazy, not knowing exactly where the next drop will land. He bites back a grin as he feels the dripping cold on his thigh. Oh, he wouldn’t, would he? Maybe he will? He’d like to see him try. But what he feels instead is a tight grip and heat.

“Oh, shit...!” he mutters under his breath, fingers curling tightly in Omi’s hair.

Omi grins around Akaya's cock. That's the kind of reaction he's here for. He shifts his hand lower to take more of him into his mouth and works his tongue against that sensitive underside for a bit, then draws back, leaving it wet and open to the air.

He quietly puts what's left of the ice cube in his mouth and places the back of the hand that had been holding it against Akaya's balls, teasing with gentle motions. The back of his hand is warm and dry, but Akaya has to know the other side isn't, and it would only take one little shift of the wrist...

It never comes. Instead, he takes him back into his mouth as soon as the ice cube finishes melting and goes for broke.

He did say Surprise me.

He groans a little when the mouth moves away, leaving him practically aching for more. Akaya doesn’t beg though, and besides, he knows Omi’s not quite done yet. His hand comes dangerously close again and he has another will he or won’t he moment, until...

“Oh my god!” His hips jerk involuntarily when Omi’s ice cold mouth closes over him with a shock of cold and wet.

Mission accomplished? That sure sounds like surprise, anyway. Maybe it was a little on the fiendish side, but it's not like Akaya isn't just as much of a brat himself. And anyway, it'll warm up quick enough with all the heat he's giving off.

Omi bobs his head, eagerly sucking and working that cold tongue against him at the top while he keeps that warm grip around the bottom. And as he feels his mouth warming up as it was inevitably going to do, he shifts his cold hand lower to tease Akaya's entrance and perineum with his fingers.

Yeah, that was a little sneaky, but Akaya isn’t complaining at all. Heat soon replaces the cold as Omi works his tongue over him, inducing another “Oh my god...” but slower and more sensuous this time.

Goosebumps flutter down his leg as Omi touches him with cold fingers.

He loves these vocalizations. It's especially nice in situations like this, where there isn't much his partner can do in terms of active involvement. It's important to have a signal that he's still engaged and enjoying himself. Maybe especially when flooding him with pleasure is the whole point. There's not much attention going to himself right now, after all, and that's okay. This is what he wants. He's having plenty of fun focusing on making Akaya into a puddle.

He pulls back again and can't quite help himself from blowing a stream of cool air over the tip. He kisses his way down and hikes the heel of his hand under Akaya's leg to push it back, angling Akaya's hips off the floor. Omi works his tongue in a line backwards, starting at the base of his balls and spending a good minute teasing his perineum before shifting that last bit lower to his ass. The tip of his tongue is feather light in its brushes across his entrance, a prelude of what's to come.

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He’s enjoying himself, all right. While Akaya would usually be taking a more active involvement in inducing pleasure in Omi too, this is a fine change of pace. It’ll be different next time. And there will be next time. He doesn’t plan for it consciously, but it’s there in his mind. Something this good and this perfect can’t be temporary.

Omi’s mouth moves away but not to leave him completely unsatisfied - no, it travels across his skin, leaving a trail of heat. Shivers run down his spine as he shifts however Omi wants him to. His toes curl under as he feels that tongue lightly brush him, inducing a groan in the back of his throat.

Egged on by that groan, Omi spreads him wider with his fingers to expose more of that sensitive ring of skin. He massages with his tongue: warm, wet pressure rubbing against him, occasionally tracing the rim or just inside. As he works, his teasing on the outside transitions more and more to teasing on the inside with slow probing motions in and out, in and out.

He's buried enough not to really need those fingers anymore, so he wraps them back around that hard cock in a firm grip and pumps in time with his tongue.

He arcs up into his touch, so slow and not nearly deep enough, but still perfectly right. Akaya reaches down and curls his fingers around Omi’s. And maybe in that grip he can impress upon him how much he appreciates all the attention, ice cold and otherwise. No doubt he’ll give manyfold at the next opportunity, if Omi will let him.

Omi gets the message and redoubles his efforts for the next few minutes, enough to maintain Akaya's arousal without sending him too far. When he feels his own body's patience getting thin, he draws back and kisses his way back up Akaya's lean body, mimicking the trail he took down up to the opposite ear. He leaves the hand joined with Akaya's where it is and allows his weight to rest on the musician's chest. He teases that ear with a few nibbles before whispering hotly into it.

"Mind if I take the top this round?"

As Omi moves, Akaya’s free hand follows, trailing fingertips from the base of his spine, up, up with a light touch until he reaches his neck. As Omi whispers to him, Akaya’s fingers twine into the hair behind Omi’s ear. God, he loves it when Omi’s like this.

He laughs.

“How many rounds can you go?” He means yes.

A shiver races up his spine from those tantalizing fingertips moving along his back. Such a small, simple gesture made all the more impactful after forfeiting any return attention the last several minutes. It was fun while it was happening, and now the restoration of contact is simply electric. He grins against Akaya's ear.

"Didn't I tell you already? You should be more concerned with your own strength. You're going to need every drop of it."

The fingers he has gripped within Omi’s tightens just a little over his cock. Maybe that’s hint enough of the stamina he has and then some. He smirks.

“You’d better get started, then.”

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