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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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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.

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.

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OKAY PICKING THIS BACK UP I GUESS

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