Trouble only knocks when no one else is home

[oneblackcat]

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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[crimsonmoon]

“Aw,” Akaya says as he brings his hands to Omi’s face, threading his fingertips into the hair that frames his cheeks. He chuckles as he brings his lips just hovering a breath away from Omi’s.

“And here I was gonna say you’d look cute when you’re mad.”

[oneblackcat]

Where does this spark come from? Being this close, feeling those palms at his face and fingers in his hair, looking point blank into those beautiful green eyes so close he can feel the warmth of his breath on his lips. It makes his chest tingle and his stomach flutter, and every inch of him feels alive with energy.

It's just a casual thing. But it makes him so happy.

He laughs softly and closes the distance for a quick kiss. "At least try to be believable. Did you forget about this already?" He tugs at the makeshift blindfold sitting across Akaya's brow. Akaya couldn't have known how he looked when he was presumably mad.

Honestly, that seemed a likely factor in the misunderstanding in the first place. Akaya had no visual context for expression or body language to gauge his real mood. Something for Omi to keep in mind with his own reactions.

[crimsonmoon]

He’s still grinning as Omi kisses him.

“I have a vivid imagination,” he says. Akaya slides a hand behind Omi’s neck and pulls him into a deeper kiss.

[oneblackcat]

Akaya seems eager to get back into it. Omi has no objections and dives into the kiss Akaya pulls him into. Hands urge him back towards the floor, onto his back, and waste no time returning to business. He grips him roughly in his hand for a few grinding slides through a kiss that feels hard enough to bruise.

[crimsonmoon]

The grip is hard, like his kiss. He likes it. Akaya tightens his fingers on Omi’s hair as he kisses him back, breath hot on his cheek as his tongue pushes in to meet Omi’s. His leg hooks around a hip, pulling him close.

[oneblackcat]

They recover quickly, at least. He groans into the kiss as he feels the pull of Akaya's fingers in his hair, the leg on his hip. That urgency of need they share when they're together that only ever screams More. Closer. Even when it hurts, it's pleasure.

He pushes his hips against Akaya's and fumbles his hand out to the side for the lube he brought back from his room. He has enough dexterity to open the cap and wet his fingertips one-handed. Still deep in the tangle of tongues, Omi shifts his weight to one knee and reaches in between Akaya's legs to brush slickened fingers against his entrance, sliding them inside just moments later and building quickly to a rhythm of hard thrusting.

[crimsonmoon]

The fingers reach in without much teasing at all, which is just as well, given his impatience. Akaya arches himself into it, a growl in the back of his throat as he clenches his fist tighter into Omi’s hair. There’s a touch of sharpness as he bares his teeth, skimming lips and tongue ever slightly to draw a metallic taste into their kiss.

[oneblackcat]

The pull of hair and sting of tooth-scraped skin is its own aphrodisiac. Pain mingles with pleasure, each one heightening the other. It's obvious from Akaya's response that he feels the same way. Omi adds a third finger with another hard stroke against his cock, moving them forward through this shared sense of impatience. No one else makes him need it quite like this.

[crimsonmoon]

There is impatience yes, but the things that build up to the anticipation can be just as good, like those talented fingers that reach deep inside and know just how to touch him to send a shiver down Akaya’s spine. His teeth graze Omi’s bottom lip, the line of his jaw, moving upward to his ear, nipping all the way with the heat of his breath against his skin. Take your time, baby. But hurry up.

[oneblackcat]

He doesn't need to be told. Omi is more than ready to get on with it himself. He answers that teasing trail of nips with a fierce, claiming bite at the base of Akaya's neck, the kind designed to leave a mark for days. Normally, he's more careful than this-- not quite so rough, not quite so visible-- but the wait since their last visit has felt especially long this time.

He lingers on that spot and nurses it with his tongue, pain followed by comfort. He keeps his possessive grip around Akaya, replacing the thrust of his fingers inside him with the pump of his hand while he withdraws and slicks himself up with another dab of lube.

[crimsonmoon]

The bite is a surprising shock, but not an unwelcome one at all. Akaya turns his neck into it with a throaty moan, appreciating all the mix of sensations that linger there, from the sharp edges of teeth to the sensual hot sweep of tongue that soothes the pain. His fingers trail down Omi’s spine across to his waist, palming his hip in a grip that says he’s more than ready for it to flex into him.

[oneblackcat]

Body language speaks, and the way Akaya's hand covers his hip, more like a hold than a touch, says all that it needs to. Omi pushes under Akaya's knees and situates them to rest against his shoulders, causing Akaya's hips to tilt up from the floor. With one hand to guide him, he positions himself and pushes inside. The angled hips allow deeper penetration into the tight heat of his ass. Omi lets out a moan and renews his grip around Akaya's cock as he falls into a rhythm of hard, needy thrusts.

[crimsonmoon]

As Omi slides into him, Akaya’s hand reaches up to his face, pulling him close. He gasps breathlessly beside his Omi’s lips, their foreheads close together, intimate. “Omi...” he mutters, his hips angling upwards to meet those thrusts with urgency.

[oneblackcat]

Sex was sex, a form of intimacy that could stand independent of any other. That's not what's happening here. He knows from the way their foreheads are just shy of touching, so close their bangs mingle, and he can feel the heat radiating off Akaya's face. He knows from the way Akaya says his name, and he knows from this feeling in his chest, so intense it's almost painful. Omi pumps his hand against Akaya as he takes him, and that telltale pressure builds perilously close.

[crimsonmoon]

Has it always been this way? He’s not really sure. Akaya doesn’t always think about that from moment to moment, even if it does seem closer, more intimate than the kind of hook-up he is used to. Whatever this is, it feels just right. He reaches down with his other hand and curls it around Omi’s over himself and grips hard as the next thrust comes. He gasps as he feels how close he is to the edge, falling under him.

[oneblackcat]

He comes hard with a gasp, shudders coursing through him and fingers curling against the floor beneath. It leaves his whole body tingling, electric, and he's both spent in a way that makes him want to collapse against Akaya and energized in a way that makes him want to grab him by the shoulders and kick off another barrage of kisses over his neck and shoulders.

[crimsonmoon]

Omi’s gasp is echoed in his own, a sharp suck in the back of his throat as he feels him shudder deep inside. Akaya’s grip tightens hard as his hips thrust upward into it when he comes. Maybe he mutters something under his breath, he hardly knows what, because all he can process in this moment is a charged sensation running down through his spine to every reach of his body from head to toe.

[oneblackcat]

Through the haze of rushing blood and electrified senses, Omi thinks he hears Akaya speak. Goodness knows what the exact words were, but he's pretty sure he understands all the same.

He takes a few breaths and lets himself flop to the floor beside Akaya, his hand shifting to cup Akaya's cheek. He grins cheekily with an energy in his eyes that undermines the signs of fatigue in his body.

"Top that..."