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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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Omi gasped from the shock of cold hitting his back; even if it was a feeling he'd invited, it was still impossible to prepare for it. He loved it, though, especially once he felt Akaya's weight pressed against him and pinning him to the tile. He worked Akaya's underwear off him while they kissed before squirming a hand between their bodies to touch him again.

It was always like this when Akaya came over. However much Omi tried to be annoyed at him for his unannounced arrivals and the messes he left behind, it never lasted more than a minute, and before long they were tangled in each other's limbs, unable to keep their hands off each other. It was different, too. Omi had been with others, including recently. The sex could be good and the interaction friendly, but it didn't have this kind of passion behind it. Sometimes, Omi wondered if it was something Akaya brought into the equation the way he brought it to his music, or if it was something in himself that was innately more alive when they were together. Possibly, he would never know the answer.

"You're right," Akaya said breathily between kisses, "you're better on the floor." Whatever minutes they apparently saved because of the shorts didn't give them enough time to move things to a place like the couch. Akaya didn't care though. Omi seemed happy enough to get pressed into the tile under him, and that eagerness was something he found rather appealing. He trailed his mouth hotly down Omi's neck, tracing the curves there with a graze of teeth while his hands explored the lithe body beneath him from the collarbone, down across his ribs and over abs.

"It's always better with something hard," Omi answered with deliberate vagueness. He wasn't kidding, either. He enjoyed rough, raw, even borderline painful sex, hips that slammed against him and a thrust that buried deep. He liked the drag of nails and teeth over his skin, a forceful tongue in a solid press against his mouth. Hands that squeezed, pinned, and held fast to him. Small though he was in stature, he had a sturdy body from muscle-building activities like rock climbing and swimming; he wasn't going to break.

He groaned and ground his hips against Akaya as he placed his hands on those shoulders and tried to push him lower.

"I want your mouth on it..."

"On the floor?" Akaya said teasingly. But he wait for an answer, shifting lower to put his mouth exactly where Omi wanted it. His fingers curl hard around him and gave him hard stroke before he bent down to take him with his mouth, hot. Nothing teasing about it.

Omi didn't dignify that tease with an answer. Akaya knew what he meant and his next move proved as much. Besides, it was getting increasingly difficult to think up anything witty through the tight tension of arousal in his body. And when that mouth made contact, it might as well have been labeled impossible.

Through a loud grunt and heavy breathing, Omi's fingers groped down and tangled in ebony curls, loosely holding Akaya in place. God but he'd missed this. To admit it was forbidden, but Omi knew it was true all the same. It was the reason that, without fail, his door opened to Akaya's ring when Goku was out. He'd be left with a mess to clean up every time, inside and out, and it would be two or three days before he settled fully back into his usual routine. And he would do it again, every time, because for all his initial grouching, it was worth it.

In a way, it might even be that the fussiness of his greeting was for subconscious distancing, as though to prove to both of them he wasn't as glad to see this bundle of trouble as he was.

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?

As Akaya's tactic shifted to something lighter and more tantalizing, he got a few of the noises he'd been aiming for. Omi by default was not particularly loud during sex, but it was more than possible to get him vocal with teasing. A breath turned to a moan of frustration.

"You're doing that on purpose...." He whined, and gave his hips a push against the other's mouth. "Why do I always let you do this to me?"

Because he loved it, of course. Delayed gratification in sex was the sweetest frustration to be had. The longer it took, the more satisfying it was in the end. It was just so hard to be patient in between...

Of course he was doing it on purpose. But Omi's complaints were also part of the game, wasn't it? Akaya removed his mouth for a moment and just languidly stroked him, smirking.

"Tell me what you want, then."

"Everything...." Omi supplied rather unhelpfully, but in fairness, it was pretty difficult to think clearly and articulate himself under present circumstances. And, well. Passive complaining wasn't really his style, especially when he so rarely got to see Akaya in the first place. Like hell he was going to lie there and waste time.

And so he pushed himself up and towards Akaya, and if the man allowed it, he'd push and roll them into a full reversal of their prior positions, with Akaya on his back beneath him. Omi lowered himself to his ear.

"But I'm most torn between getting my mouth all over you and riding you until it hurts. Got a preference?"

Trust Omi to turn it around when Akaya had been the one to ask first. Not that he had any complaints. He easily allowed himself to be pushed back, even helpfully hooking his leg over Omi's hip to pull him closer. He grinned up at him with a challenging look.

"Whatever happened to everything?"

Omi rather liked that leg hooking around him. It was fun this way, the ebb and flow of dominance between them: how Akaya could be aggressive and pushy one minute and then lie back and welcome the same from him the next. It kept things fresh; having the same dynamic all the time got so boring. Besides, there was never any question of their mutual enthusiasm for getting hot and dirty together when they were both tackling and pinning and groping.

"Do you have time for everything?" Omi asked as he returned that challenging smile. "I'll wear you out if you let me."

He leaned down and nipped the ridge of Akaya's ear. "Or want an excuse for not being back until after breakfast..."

"Heh."

Akaya grabbed a fistful of Omi's hair when he leaned closer, holding him there with a smirk on his face. From vexed to blushing to frisky, Akaya rather enjoyed all the emotions he could coax out of him over such a short period of time. Maybe he could stay a while, this time. The tour didn't start for a couple days, and there was plenty of energy to work off. He won't say whether it was because it was building up over time.

"Surprise me."

After all, that was why he kept coming back, wasn't it? Though, maybe there was something else here he'd rather not think about. For now, this willing body was reason enough.

Surprise him, huh? Okay. Omi can work with that.

He stays where he is for a few moments while he deliberates. Akaya may not have realized it, but there's a clever and devious little mind complementing that boldness and willingness to try new things. The challenge has the potential to be a thrilling adventure or a critical error.

"Heh," he breathes into Akaya's ear, the grin practically audible. "All right, but don't say you didn't ask for it."

Omi gets up, takes a few steps over to the freezer, and summons an ice cube from the bin.

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.

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