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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Otabek_Altin, Yuri_Plisetsky
  Additional Tags:
      These_kids_are_Nintendo_nerds_fight_me, PWP_without_Porn, Plot_What_Plot/
      Porn_Without_Plot, there's_a_tiny_bit_of_plot, Yuri_is_15_and_a_half,
      Otabek_is_17, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Sexual_Tension, First_Time,
      Otabek's_POV, teenagers_being_teenagers, Otabek_never_leaves_Russia_in
      this_AU, Childhood_Friends, experimenting, Riding
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-21 Words: 5448
****** Don't Move ******
by KatsudonLink
Summary
     In which Otabek needs to be balls deep in Yuri but not move.
Notes
     Welcome to the gates of Hell, I'll be your guide today.
     Bother me on tumblr
See the end of the work for more notes
For once in his life Otabek is simply ecstatic going back to school after the
season ends. Yuri is going to turn fifteen in a few months and this means two
major things to him.
One, Yuri is going to enter the senior division this next season like he had a
mere 2 years ago and this means they may compete on the same ice once again.
Two, Yuri is now a high schooler like him and this means they are now going to
the same school. 
After two long years of being apart, they are finally going to see each other
more frequently. It's just like they talked and dreamt about.
The first few months are fantastic. They get ice cream almost everyday. They
have long walks and laze around in Otabek's room for hours. It's quite
wonderful really and for a little while it seems like nothing can go wrong.
Right after Yuri turns fifteen however, things start getting a very crazy very
fast. They both have exams and homework. Yuri has ballet. Otabek has to go to
the gym. Just because it's off season doesn't mean they can slack off. They see
each other less and less...but even then, they still have these nights. 
It's a tradition for them to spend at least one night a week in Yuri's house.
They used to call it a sleepover as children, and now they don't really call
it anything. It's just something that is granted. Otabek shows up one evening
with his duffel bag hanging from his shoulder or ends up following Yuri home
after school and it isn't even questioned if he is going to stay over unless he
expressly says he can't. Otabek's mother has long abandoned any attempt at
getting her son back home those nights, she barely even calls anymore to check
if Otabek is with Yuri- because he always is. 
Tonight is one of those nights. Takeout (Otabek wants Indian, Yuri wants
Chinese. They get Chinese.), playing Brawl (Yuri lifts the ban on Otabek's
Yoshi with a wave of confidence after beating his Fox with Zero Suit Samus. He
ends up nearly breaking the television after losing nine matches in a row),
watching the Godfather (they can't even count how many times they have seen it
by now) until it's way past the time they are meant to go to sleep.  
It's normal for them to end up lying on Yuri's twin bed like they just did
after they turned off all the lights. It has been that way for so long that
they don't even think about it. Besides, they have been waking up tangled
more often than not for years so proximity isn't a problem for them. As an
added bonus, they get to have late night conversations about things that spans
from canned fruit to aliens too and in Otabek's opinion, these times are the
times he gets to know Yuri the best. 
A discussion about the Legend of Zelda timeline dies at their lips but it
doesn't feel awkward for them to not speak. Otabek still remembers them
watching Pulp Fiction together the first time. They look briefly at each other
right after Mia says "That's when you know you've found somebody special. When
you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence."
 
They have been quiet for a few minutes now. Otabek takes this time to close his
eyes and enjoy the silence but it's not too long before he feels a small series
of jabs on his side.
"Bekaaa, are you awake?"
Otabek opens his eyes and looks at the ceiling, not really reacting much to the
assault apart from making a small grunt of irritation. As if Yuri would give
him enough time to drift off to sleep unless he himself was doing the same.
"You know I am Yura and that tactic isn't going to work."
Yuri huffs as he noisily drops his arms on the bed. "One day I'm going to catch
you off guard. One day you'll get tickled."
Otabek smirks at nothing. "Keep on dreaming."
He feels the younger boy shift on the bed. Yuri ends up going on his side,
now facing him but the Kazakh skater doesn't mirror him. This usually
means Yuri is about to bring up a new topic even though he knows they should go
to sleep. 
"Otabek..." Otabek looks at him from the corner of his eyes. The room is dark
but the street lights make it possible for him to see his friend a little. Yuri
has his hands bunched under his head and looks unsure about something.
His voice is quieter than usual too, quieter than the tone they speak with to
not wake up Nikolai, Yuri's grandpa. "Have you ever...touched yourself down
there?"
Otabek turns his head to look at him properly with a mocking expression. "You
mean have I ever touched my dick?" 
The brunette only has a short second to prepare himself before his face is
smacked with a pillow. Otabek laughs as he tries to grab it so he can return
the gesture but Yuri is too quick.
"No retard, I don't mean your dick. I mean like...your asshole"
Otabek goes a little quiet, looking up at the ceiling once more. "No, can't say
I have. Not on purpose anyway. Why, have you?" 
He doesn't need to look to know the shade of red Yuri's face now has even
though he tries to sound confident. The question lingers in the air but there
is no answer. That in itself is enough of an answer.
"Really? Why?" There is no mocking in his tone now, he is genuinely curious.
The truth is that it had never occurred to him to do something like that. The
usual way to jerk off is never that unsatisfactory. Otabek doesn't have enough
experiences to start becoming adventurous in bed- not yet.
Yuri groans in response and childishly pulls at the covers that is covering
them both. "I don't know. I mean I was curious at first..."
"At first? So it wasn't just once?" Otabek asks without thinking for very long
and his bluntness earns him a kick in his shin under the sheets. "Ah. Watch the
money makers Plisetsky." He replies jokingly before giving Yuri a squeeze on
his side in return, making the laughter that was coming out die at his lips.
Yuri smacks his hand away as he yelps with the unexpected pain. Otabek decides
not to fire back once more.
"Whatever." Yuri mumbles and the taller man knows in Yuri's language this means
yes. So he has...fingered himself before. More than once. Right. Good. It's
nothing that concerns him really. They are close but it isn't like they jerk
off together or anything- in fact that's maybe the only thing they don't do
together. All their conversations about sex has been short and sweet so far
since neither of them has gone farther than a drunken kiss they shared a few
months ago on Yuri's birthday and the Kazakh skater isn't even sure if Yuri
remembers.  
It's silent again. Both of them look at the celling without a word for a what
seems to be about a full minute. It's not as comfortable of a silence as before
however. There's some sort of tension that the brunette can't shake off. Did
Yuri actually finger himself? Maybe he used an object instead? Did the blond
have a dildo? Otabek mentally pushed away at the thoughts. He still...had a
right to ask a bit about it though right? 
"So...does it feel good?" It's a simple question so Otabek is pretty sure he
can get away with it. 
"Why would I do it more than once if it didn't feel good, moron?" Yuri replies
quickly, annoyance obvious in his voice. But Otabek knows Yuri is being rude
because be is embarrassed. It's cute really. It's sort of like a kitten trying
to protect himself. It can try to scratch and bite you but all that achieves is
a smile.
So, back to the matter at hand...Yuri actually does this often? This isn't too
weird. It's not like it's the first time he hears about people wanting to have
something up there, he knows it exists. Like anyone his age he watches way too
much porn to not know about this stuff. But this doesn't happen a lot in
straight porn, even in videos that future anal. The woman is usually already
prepared. In male on male videos however...Otabek won't even deny he has seen
his fair share of those. He's a growing boy. There's nothing wrong about it. 
This brings up another question in his mind however.
"You ever thought about...you know, being with another guy?"
Yuri shifts a little again, curling up slightly under the sheets. Otabek feels
like he is really small next to him all of a sudden.
"I guess." Yuri mumbles. "You?"
Otabek doesn't know what to say for a moment. Of course he has, didn't
everyone? But the videos he saw, they all have hairy and muscular guys, some
with moustaches, some with full body tattoos. They push around their partner,
they ram into them. Guys are sharp edges and loud noises. Girls though, they
are soft and round and bare and inviting. He is faintly aware of the fact that
feminine guys exist in porn but he always ends up skipping those videos because
they cause more trouble than they are worth by confusing him endlessly. 
He always ends up lying in bed at night right after, thinking about the lithe
and flexible body that just made him spill into his own hand. It's...too
familiar. It's too close to home, too close to something he doesn't want to
think about.
"I guess, maybe once or twice." He says at last. It's not a lie.
Apparently that's an answer Yuri didn't expect because he makes a suprised
noise that he suppresses before Otabek can acknowledge it. 
The silence that follows this is even more tense. Did Otabek just accidentally
tell Yuri that he was bicurious? Hang on, did Yuri just come out to him? Which
is fine. It's fine if he did. Otabek doesn't mind at all but it's just
that...it has never occurred to him that Yuri is a possible sexual partner
before.
"Beka..." Yuri speaks softly. "Can I ask you to do something?"
"Hm." Otabek hums, now also turning on his side to face his best friend. It's
weird that he is asking. Yuri never asks, he demandsand Otabek complies without
a second thought. Yuri must know by now that he can ask Otabek for anything and
Otabek won't even hesitate (unless it's something that will definitely end him
up in prison).
He sees Yuri go a little tense after a few moments of not being able to push
out the words in his mind. He hears his friend breathe out and roll on his
back. "Forget it."
"What is it?" Otabek asks with a gentle force behind his words. "You can't just
not tell me." 
"Yes I can." Yuri replies stubbornly. "Just watch me."
Otabek smirks. "Do I need to tickle you get my way again?" It's a dirty
strategy but occasionally Yuri needs to be curbed.
This seems to convince Yuri rather quickly after the last incident. So much
that out of slight fear, Yuri goes as far as he can on the bed away from him so
he will be unreachable. "Okay, okay. Jesus. You don't have to retort to cruel
tactics so quickly."
"Doesn't matter." Otabek lets out a soft chuckle. "If it works it works. Now
out with it Plisetsky."
"Ugh..." Yuri groans and it takes him a few moments again but he finally
speaks. "Fine... I was going to ask if you..." He takes in a breath. "Can you
put it in me?...I just want to know what it feels like. It's not like I can
find anyone else that will do it."
"Put it in..." Otabek repeats slowly, he isn't quite sure what Yuri means but
he has an idea. Though he can't possibly mean...
"Yes. I mean your dick in my ass, okay?" Yuri isn't someone who
starts stuttering. He instead becomes loud, angry and blunt- which is way more
convenient in Otabek's opinion.  Though at the those words, Otabek is
speechless. 
"We're just friend so it's not like it'll be serious. It's fine if you go soft
quickly, I just want to know how the real thing feels like. I don't want you to
move or anything."
Yuri doesn't want him to move...because somehow moving makes it sex and
standing still is just experimenting. 
Otabek thinks over it really quickly and really can't find a reason why he
shouldn't agree apart from the fact that it's...gay or whatever...But if they
do it it's not just Yuri that gets to feel "what it's like." Otabek knows there
is no risk of Yuri telling anyone either.
It's late. They are in bed together. Otabek is seventeen and he only knows the
feeling of his own hand. It leaves him very little room. Yuri is underage by
just about six months but that's just a stupid law. He's never really thought
about doing this and doesn't like him like that so it won't be too weird. But
then again...this is sort of crazy, right? 
It seems like he was quiet for too long because Yuri meets his eyes and
whispers "...Please?"
His best friend, who is beautiful and never says please is literally begging to
have his cock inside him. 
Otabek is only human. His mouth moves without even being told to.
"Okay."
Yuri takes a few seconds before he rolls to his side and looks at Otabek again.
"Wait, really?"
"Really." 
It looks as if Yuri doesn't know what to do for a second. A few seconds later,
he pushes himself up and turns on the lamp on the nightstand next to him. It
feels a bit different now that they can see each other clearly. It's more real.
This is actually happening. Their eyes meet and Otabek can now completely see
the slightly pink hue of Yuri's face, something he would never acknowledge.
"Okay..." Yuri begins. It's as if he didn't think things would go this far. "I
need to..." Otabek watches him open the drawer of his nightstand and retrieve a
small bottle of clear liquid that isn't completely full. "I'll be right back."
Yuri starts to shuffle to the end of the bed to get on his feet. Is he really
going to go to the bathroom to finger himself? Otabek catches his wrist before
Yuri can even leave the bed. 
"Yuri, my most important body part is going to be literally inside you. It's
not exactly the time for modesty." 
Yuri looks at him, defeated. He seems convinced because he shuffles back to
where he used to sit, but he is on top of the covers now. "Should I just..."
"I've seen you naked before." Otabek shrugs, also pushing himself to a sitting
position.
It's different now but acknowledging it makes things harder so Yuri doesn't
reply. It doesn't take him long to push his pyjama pants and underwear around
his thighs. He's completely bare down there and it makes Otabek think about
whether or not he prepared for this. 
It feels weird for Yuri to be the only one with his underwear down. He needs to
get hard before he does this anyway, so Otabek unceremoniously pushes his
underwear down as well. 
Yuri looks between his legs, then at his face. It's fine, Otabek isn't ashamed
of his body.Puberty has been good to him. He is fit from working out all year
around and he isn't exactly what one would call "small" down there.
"Need to get hard." Otabek clarifies and Yuri gives him a small nod. 
The Kazakh skater wraps his fingers around himself as he watches Yuri go on his
knees. He thinks Yuri realises it's weird to just show him his ass, so he is
facing him. There's something about the way Yuri coats his fingers before he
moves it to his back between his cheeks letting his other hand press on the
mattress to support him. Otabek can't see his hole but he can tell the exact
moment Yuri pushes a finger in because of the face he makes. It makes him start
moving his hand up and down lazily.
It looks like the Russian is in pain for a moment, but the way he bites his
lips afterwards tells him something entirely different. As he keeps moving his
fingers in and out, the range of expressions that pass his face are so
interesting that Otabek can't look away. He can even hear the squelch of
lubricant as his movements become deeper and it does the exact opposite of
disgusting him. He doesn't even realise how much time has gone by before Yuri
starts to slow down, making him realise that maybe he was ready.
"How many fingers do you have in now?" Otabek asks in a daze and Yuri raises
his head slightly from its bent down state. Half of his face is covered with
his blond hair yet Otabek catches one emerald eye through the strands. 
The Russian skater is even pinker now and his breath is coming out much shorter
than before.
"Three." He replies in a tight voice and Otabek finds himself swallowing
thickly at it. When he looks back down on himself, he realises that he never
stopped moving his hand while watching Yuri and is now more than ready to do
what his best friend wants.
He removes his hand from his length, not really knowing where to put it now
that his hand was a little sticky from his pre-come. He ends up picking up his
t-shirt from the floor next to the bed and wiping it off. He's not going to
wear it tomorrow anyway. When he looks back at Yuri he sees that he has removed
his fingers and was now sitting on the bed expectantly. 
"Uh...So you want to be on your back?"
"I think I should be on top." Yuri says slowly. "Easier for me."
That works for Otabek, he doesn't want Yuri to hurt himself anyway. He fixes
his pillow and ends up lying on his back, his cock exposed and hard. Yuri
pushes the tube of liquid in his hand and the brunette takes the hint pretty
quickly. He squirts some of it on the tip of his cock, watching it dribble down
before he starts to coat himself. It's cold but it feels a little good. When he
thinks it's enough, he stops, not wanting to get too carried away. 
Yuri is on his knees now and while he is wiping his hand again, the blond puts
his legs on the either side of him. When Otabek looks up, their eyes meet for a
second. There's something different in Yuri's face, something Otabek has never
seen before. His brows are raised slightly, his lips are parted. Is he nervous?
Scared? Is it something else?
Yuri worries his bottom lip for a moment before he clearers his throat and
looks away. "Can you hold it up?" It's more of a demand than a question and
that's okay because Otabek is used to it. He quickly does what he is told and
tries not to squirm when he feels Yuri's hand on his shaft as well. God, what
does he wash his hands with? Fabric softener? 
It's hard to stay still while slowly the head of his length is pressed at
Yuri's entrance. He can clearly feel Yuri's ring of muscle twitch against him
and it's so much hotter than he expects it to be. 
"Beka..." Yuri speaks breathily. They both pointedly ignore that Yuri is almost
completely hard as well. "Are you ready?"
He can't do anything but give a slight nod. It's hard not to want to push up
but he manages. He knows he needs to remain completely still so he doesn't hurt
him. When  Yuri finally starts sliding down slowly the first thing Otabek can
think of is that It's tight. It's so tight that he holds his breath without
even realising. It's warm and wet and the slide is impeccable and he has to
makes fists with the hands on the sheets to keep himself together but right
when his clouded mind is clearing up Yuri pushes his hips down sharply and
Otabek is suddenly balls fucking deep in his best friend. Any remnants of
sanity that was still hanging around absolutely vanishes into thin air. He is
so snug in Yuri that he starts feeling genuine fear of coming without having a
chance to pull out. 
The sight does nothing to help him either. Yuri is red, for the lack of a
better word and his chest is rising and lowering pretty noticeably. His eyes
are shut and his little nose is wrinkled. One of his hands is now resting on
Otabek's chest while the other is a fist in front of his mouth.
His rude, dominant, loud best friend looks so pliant, beat down and positively
debauched.  The expression Yuri's face makes his balls ache and Otabek can't
handle the small upward buck of his hips. 
Yuuri absolutely whimpers in response and Otabek has to clench his teeth so
hard that it starts hurting just so he doesn't thrust up again. 
"I told you not to move." Yuri snaps as hard as he can, which isn't very
threatening at all. 
Otabek takes in a steadying breath, trying to remember some trivial information
so he can take ahold of himself. His hands end up grabbing onto Yuri's hips
gently as he looks up at him. "It's not so easy...Did I hurt you?" 
"I'm fine." Yuri says between his teeth. "I thought you liked girls." 
"I don't know what I like. You're just...really tight." Otabek groans. He likes
people who are beautiful and he has severely miscalculated how beautiful his
best friend would look on top of him while trying to adjust to the size of his
cock.
You know what. Fine. Fine. He can't lie to himself so blatantly anymore. He has
been trying to ignore it ever since he got the first urge but that doesn't make
it go away. He knows he wants to fuck Yuri. He has wanted to fuck him for a
long while now. Apparently though it takes Otabek to be balls deep in him to
admit this. 
He can't help but notice how Yuri's fingers curl around his own length and
squeezes, a bead of pre-come already waiting to dribble down from the tip. They
haven't talked about this, but he guesses now that it was quite obvious. He
knew Yuri likes having something up his ass and now something was indeed very
much up his ass. It was sort of implied he was going to enjoy this. 
Otabek on the other hand is falling into pieces. Yuri's weight on his hips is
not uncomfortable, it's lewd. Just thinking about the fact that if he pushes up
Yuri is going to rise along with his hips is making him twitch inside his best
friend.
Suddenly Yuri lets out a shaky breath that is mingled softly with a moan and
Otabek can only respond by tightening his grip on Yuri's hips and thrusting
up harshly despite his best effort not to. The movement isn't much since he is
already fully inside Yuri but they are both incredibly sensitive and the
sensation echoes much more than it should. The broken sound Yuri makes is worth
is so much and he fortunately manages to thrust softly only one or two more
times before he can force himself to stop.
Yuri's hand is now freely moving up and down himself unashamedly.  The movement
is making Yuri tighten up around him and with his last piece of control he has,
Otabek grabs Yuri's wrist, stopping him before he absolutely loses it.  
"Let go of my hand!" Yuri replies hurriedly as he clenches his eyes. "I want to
come. Ah- I feel so full. Beka."
His voice tight as he speaks. "You think you can do that and expect me not to
fuck you into the mattress? Yura...I feel your every movement on my dick."  
And as if confirmation, Otabek feels the way Yuri trembles under him at his
words. The blond is still trying to pull his hand away and easily curls his
other hand around himself while Otabek is distracted. 
"No, no." Otabek says strictly before he grabs both of his wrists and holds
them on his own chest.
Yuri's eyes are dark as he looks down at him. His friend  is so tight around
him again. The feeling of Yuri's thighs against his own is more erotic than he
could have ever imagined. 
"Beka." Yuri makes fists with his hands, trying to pull his hands back but not
being able to succeed in the slightest. "Don't move." Yuri says challengingly
before he pulls his hips up just a bit and then seats himself deep in again
with a harsh motion. 
"Yuri." Otabek is losing his grip on Yuri's hands because oh god that feltso
good. 
"You can do it, can't you? Just don't move." Yuri's voice is surprisingly
steady for someone who just lost it over wanting to come. There is, however,
still an unmistakable tremor to it.
"Yura, you're playing with fire." Otabek says between clenched teeth because
Yuri really is. He knows deep down, though, that this won't change what he
does. Yuri is someone who knows he is playing with fire and likes it. 
"Am I." Yuri replies darkly, though it's more mocking than teasing. It's so
completely Yuri that Otabek shivers, reminding himself once again that it's his
best friend that is making him feel this way. A second later, Yuri pulls his
hips up, baring half of Otabek's shaft before he pushes down sharply once more
as he threw his head back. They both let out a pained sound, though both from
pleasure. Otabek can't help the shiver that goes through his entire body as
Yuri is fully seated again. He is so close to just losing it all, he is so so
close. 
"Are you trying to kill me? Because you could have just asked and I would have
jumped off the window. It would be way easier to do." Otabek says as calm as he
can. Hell it would have been easier if Yuri asked him to solve world hunger. 
"Is it really that hard not to move?" Yuri replies, face covered by his hair.
He is making circles with his hips around Otabek and it's fucking maddening.
"Yes." Otabek feels like crying, something he would never tell Yuri. 
"Tell me." Yuri lets out hoarsely, punctuating his words with another sharp
movement of his hips. 
Otabek groans. When he can breathe again he speaks. "Tell you what?"
"Tell me it feels so good that you can't help but want to move." Yuri lets out
breathily.
Otabek can't fucking believe this. He knows exactly what Yuri wants to hear,
that little brat. 
"You want to hear how much I want to fuck you, Yuri?" He asks knowingly, a
smirk blooming on his lips. 
Yuri's breath falters and he makes a small noise. "Tell me." He repeats
demandingly.
Now it's Otabek's turn to make him suffer. "My brain literally won't allow me
to think about anything else right now. I would give so much just to be able to
thrust up for a little while. I would even quit skating if it meant I can fuck
you as hard as I want. You're driving me absolutely fucking mental Yuri and you
fucking know it." It's true, all of his words are true and the reaction is
wonderful. Yuri stars bouncing on him but since he is trying to do it very
fast, he can't go very far up. He is still desperately trying to pull his hands
back. 
"Beka, my hands...please." Yuri sounds like he is about to cry and it's
magnificent but Otabek isn't having any of it. 
"You want to come?" He asks patiently, only tightening his grip on the
Russian's hands and Yuri lets out a broken sob as he nods. "Just let them go,
it fucking hurts. My balls are aching."
"I have another idea." Otabek says with a smirk and Yuri looks at him as if he
is scared. It only takes Otabek a little moment before he pulls Yuri's chest
flush against his and without slipping of, he turns them around. Before Yuri
could do anything about it, he pins both of his hands over his head on the
mattress and looks down at him triumphantly. 
"You're going to come from me fucking you or you're not going to come at all."
The shift of authority seems to shake Yuri to his core but the funny thing is,
Yuri seems to be enjoying it a little too much. His leaking cock is trapped
between their bodies and Otabek can very much feel him twitching. 
He doesn't wait for a reply before he finally allows himself to thrust in
earnest and it's goddamn beautiful. It feels good, so good and Otabek has no
fucking clue why he hasn't come yet but he keeps going and Yuri is absolutely
fucking trembling under him with pleasure. 
"Be-ka." His word is interrupted by a thrust and turns into a moan. It's so hot
that Otabek has to clench himself so he can keep going just a little longer,
just until Yuri is finished. 
"That's it." Otabek replies, feeling Yuri push back onto him now. His legs wrap
themselves around Otabek's waist and it only encourages him to last longer.
"Take it, yeah. Just like that. Let me fill you up. God, you're so fucking
beautiful." He can't even really think about what he is saying anymore because
he is in such a haze.
The only problem is that Yuri is making so much noise now that he is going to
wake up his grandpa. The only quick way The Kazakh skater can think of to shut
him up is to quickly press their mouths together.
It's by no means a romantic kiss. Like their fucking, it's messy, wet and
frantic. Yuri however lets Otabek take the lead for a change and Otabek kisses
the absolute life out of him while thrusting as fast as he can. It's funny.
It's very much meant to be backwards. They are meant to kiss first and have sex
later but it's very much like them to end up with this. The sound of his balls
slapping against Yuri shouldn't be arousing but it is. It seems as if
everything around him, every little thing Yuri does is making it harder for him
to not just finish right then and there.
When Otabek pulls back for breath and he finds himself leaning his head down
next to Yuri's head to support himself. Suddenly though, he is greeted with the
sight of the pale skin of Yuri's neck and it takes very little time for him to
bite him right there with a growl. Something inside him is so possessive that
he wants to leave a mark there, he wants Yuri to remember he fucked him and he
fucked him good. He wants the world to know Yuri is occupied. 
Right at that moment, Yuri trembles completely and lets out a strangled moan as
he releases between them. The way Yuri starts clenching and unclenching around
him feels so fucking good that Otabek's thrusts start faltering and before too
long, he is coming inside him. He hears Yuri moans once more as he spills
inside him and it makes him do one lass sharp thrust before he pulls out
carefully and collapses next to Yuri. He manages to catch a sight of the other
boy before he does so and  the expression on his face can be described by only
one word: fucked. 
The room is filled with their panting. They are both looking up at the ceiling
again, but this time it's a little different.
"Beka...I told you not to move." Yuri whispers next to him. "Look at the mess
you made."
This time it's Otabek's turn to hit the other's face with a pillow. 
End Notes
     Honestly this pairing is killing me.
     I'll probably read it over and fix mistakes tomorrow so I'm sorry for
     any spelling mistakes or missing words.
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