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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:
      set_an_indeterminate_amount_of_time_in_the_future, so_tagged_as_underage
      just_in_case, Hand_Jobs, Blow_Jobs, Anal_Fingering, First_Time_Blow_Jobs,
      unoriginal_title_is_unoriginal_af
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-28 Words: 5360
****** The Sweet Taste of Victory ******
by Redawilo
Summary
     Yuri has always loved the feeling he gets when he wins the gold
     medal. But something isn't quite right this time. He feels...too
     good. The more he thinks about it, the more he feels like Otabek
     could help him with this "problem". Otabek for his part is quite
     willing to comply.
Notes
     This was much less feels-y in my head, but somewhere along the line
     things got fluffy. Oh well. It's still 100% smutty goodness, so I'm
     not complaining!
See the end of the work for more notes
Victory always tasted so sweet. Ever since claiming the gold at his senior
debut GPF and preventing the other Yuri from retiring, victory had been the
best feeling Yuri Plisetsky could ever have. Perhaps it was because every win
reminded him that he had prevented the person he admired so much from stopping,
perhaps it was just the natural high winning gave anyone. Perhaps it was both.
Yuri never really dwelled on it. He just knew he loved winning.
After taking yet another gold medal, Yuri couldn’t shake just how good he was
feeling. It was better than usual. Perhaps Otabek standing to his right with
the silver medal around his neck was making it better, but that couldn’t be it.
He’d shared the podium with his best friend often enough before. He glanced
down at his friend while the press went wild taking pictures. What was it he
was feeling right now? The more he thought about it, the more he knew it had
something to do with his friend. It was a little troubling if he was honest.
Maybe it was how calmly he held up the silver medal. There were a lot of people
out there who would have been upset to get silver. In fact Yuri was pretty sure
he’d read somewhere that those who came in second were often more frustrated or
disappointed than those who came in third. But not Otabek. Otabek was just
proud of how well he had done.
Maybe it was how his friend’s hair was just a little longer than he normally
grew it out, a cute little puff of a ponytail being made from the long strands
of his undercut. Yuri knew his hair was getting long, and had of course seen
live broadcasts of his performances earlier in the year, but this was the first
time he had seen it tied up in person. It could also be that his shirt was
incredibly thin, not leaving the lines of his muscles to the imagination
whatsoever. Or maybe it was that the shirt didn’t cover up his collarbones at
all, and exposed a good amount of his chest to boot. Then there was the
possibility that his ass looked really good in those tight, tight pants.
Oh…
Yuri had to quickly look away from Otabek. It was no secret that the two were
friends, and the press had managed to snap many photos of them giving one
another a thumbs up during a match or a high-five after a job well done. Heck,
he’d even seen a few where somebody had managed to catch one of them staring
proudly at the other on the podium. It wasn’t that Yuri didn’t want people to
know that he liked having his friend standing there beside him; took great joy
and pride in his friend’s accomplishment…
It was that Yuri had suddenly reminded himself in the worst possible ways in
one of the worst possible places that Otabek was a handsome man. A very
handsome man. Handsome to the point where if he didn’t cover up those damn
collarbones here soon Yuri felt he was liable to sink his teeth into them and
leave him with a multitude of marks that even the stoic Kazakhstani man would
have trouble explaining without blushing profusely.
Yuri took a deep, calming breath. He was almost done here. Another minute or so
of photographs and then a few minutes of answering questions and he’d be
allowed to leave the rink and get away from the press’s prying eyes. The
seconds ticked by far too slowly. Yuri kept up his victorious grin as best he
could, but really it was getting tiring much faster than it usually did. He
answered the questions that were lobbied at him with little interest. He’d give
them the bare minimum required, the same as always, and then hustle it to the
locker room.
The second he was allowed to leave he did, making as much of a mad dash towards
the locker room as he possible could without knocking over dozens of people. He
ignored Yakov shouting something at him, possibly another word of
congratulations, possibly criticisms (likely criticisms), and rushed to change
out of his costume. He just barely managed to zip up his latest favorite hoodie
when Otabek finally entered the room. Before his friend could even reach his
locker, Yuri grabbed him by the wrist and mumbled for him to step into the
bathroom really quick.
As soon as they were in the slightly-more-private area, Yuri took his other
wrist and all but slammed Otabek’s back up against the wall, pinning him there
by pressing his own body against him. Yuri had done a bit of growing and now
stood about as much taller than Otabek as the man had to him when they had
first become friends. He had also put on a healthy amount of muscle himself,
although he was certainly still the girliest and most flexible skater in their
division. His height plus the sudden stunt he could not have pulled off so
easily even a year prior had the man staring up at him with wide eyes (as wide
as they got) in surprise. Yuri flashed him a grin before leaning into him,
bringing his lips close to his ear.
“You’ll wait for me before going back to the hotel, right?” he asked, breath
ghosting over the sensitive shell.
Otabek’s throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly. “As always.” He replied. Yuri
was just a little disappointed at how level his friend’s voice was, but that
was fine. There would be plenty of time to mess it up later.
“Good.” The blond leaned back, but only so much that their noses were barely
half an inch apart. He looked his friend dead in the eye. “I’ll be waiting.”
Just to make sure the Kazakhstani knew what the Russian was getting at, Yuri
closed the distance between them again. He brushed his lips lightly against the
corner of Otabek’s mouth. If Yuri was honest, he would have been happy to
ravage that beautiful mouth right then and there, and the quick taste he had
just gotten nearly broke his willpower, but Yuri was determined to wait. He was
sure that neither of them would want to risk getting caught any more than they
already were. Instead he released his friend’s wrists and took a few steps
back.
Otabek rubbed at his wrists briefly, watching as Yuri shot him a quick, almost
flirty wink before stepping out of the bathroom. The blond had half a mind to
stick around the locker room and watch his friend change. It certainly wouldn’t
have been the first time either of them had. Heck, among all of the skaters
they knew there wasn’t a single one who hadn’t seen their friends in their
underwear at some point. That’s just how things were. But today was different.
As much as Yuri would have delighted in getting a good, long preview of what
was to come he didn’t trust his body not to react. If his body reacted it would
be incredibly difficult to leave the arena. And as it was he was having a hard
enough time not reacting to his own thoughts, he didn’t need to make it any
worse on himself.
Instead he stood out in the lobby, putting on his best resting-bitch-face to
keep most people away from him. Yakov had found him at one point and simply
informed him that they’d go over his routine in the morning. Years of coaching
him had taught the man that if Yuri didn’t want to talk immediately after a
competition it was best to just let him be…as much as Yakov thoroughly hated
it. A few fans tried to get autographs or pictures, and Yuri did his best to
make them happy so they’d go away. That is, he scribbled down his autograph and
didn’t smile in any of their pictures. He was thankful that just as he had
grown up a little, so had they. His fans would still corner him and scream in
the most crazed fangirling ways, but the stray two or three wouldn’t bother him
for longer than a minute if he just indulged them.
Less than ten minutes later the blond finally spotted his friend heading his
way. He stood upright from where he had been leaning against a wall and met him
halfway. They said nothing to each other as they got in an elevator and went
down to the parking garage where Otabek’s rental motorbike was. They had done
this often enough. Whenever they had a competition together the man would give
him a ride to and from the hotel, and it wasn’t uncommon for them to take a
ride around the city if they had a day or even a few hours to spare either.
Yuri pulled his hair back, parts of it still braided, and tied it into a tight
ponytail before putting on his helmet. He hadn’t gotten it cut since his debut,
aside from trimming off split ends, and so it was quite long now. Otabek had
told him once some months ago over Skype that he liked its length. That had
been when Yuri had half-jokingly suggested he grow his own hair out. Judging by
the little ponytail he had taken it to heart. Thinking about it brought a smirk
to Yuri’s face as he wrapped his arms around his friend and the engine was
kicked to a start.
Of course the blond had silently admired the feeling of Otabek’s muscles
beneath his shirt and jacket from the first moment he hesitantly put his hands
on them when he had been “kidnapped”, but considering what he was planning for
when they got to the hotel he made it a little more blatant now. He splayed a
hand across the man’s stomach, rubbing gently with his thumb. His other hand
found the hem of his shirt and his fingers tried to tease it up a little to
expose some skin. Otabek quickly grabbed both of his hands in one of his,
stopping his little movements altogether.
“Not while I’m driving, please.” He said simply.
Yuri pouted but complied, moving his hands to rest on his friend’s hips
instead. It was a bad idea to be teasing him while on the road, yes, but that
didn’t mean Yuri liked that he shouldn’t. Besides, they hadn’t even started
moving yet. Who was to say he couldn’t have a little fun before things became
dangerous? Otabek apparently, but that was beside the point.
The Russian boy behaved himself the entire trip to the hotel. Even after Otabek
had parked and they had gotten off the bike Yuri kept his hands to himself.
Yuri hit the call button for the elevator, stuffing his hands into the pockets
of his hoodie to further prevent unwanted touching. Who knew who they might run
into before they were safely in the confines of one of their rooms? Yuri did
not need people prying into business that was most certainly not theirs. For
his part, Otabek looked like he was remaining calm. Only when the elevator
doors had opened and they had stepped inside did either of them speak up.
“Your room or mine?” Otabek asked, fingers hovering over the button for his
floor.
“Mine.” Yuri replied.
Otabek blinked at him before hitting the next button up and taking a step back
as the elevator began its ascent. Honestly it didn’t really matter, but Yuri
figured if they went to his room then his friend would have somewhere to
retreat to if he changed his mind. It was a courtesy Yuri was only willing to
grant him because of all the people he knew, Otabek was one of four he couldn’t
afford to fuck up his relationship with. Not that fucking him up wasn’t the
whole point of this…
Even when the elevator stopped and they began to make their way down the halls
towards Yuri’s room, the two kept a bit of distance between them. Yuri stopped
in front of his door and dug around in his bag for his card key. He unlocked it
and held it open for his friend. Otabek entered as casually as he would any
other time they would visit each other in their rooms.
He barely had time to drop his bag onto the cheap and uncomfortable armchair in
the corner of the room before Yuri was on him again. The Russian had a hand on
either side of his waist and pressed his chest flush against Otabek’s back. He
buried his face in the short locks and breathed in the scent of sweat and the
slightest traces of shampoo from the man’s shower that morning and let how a
small, content breath.
“You’re okay with this?” he asked. He slide a hand forward onto his stomach and
picked up where he had been forced to leave off earlier, lifting the bottom of
his shirt and jacket just a little and softly stroking the muscles there.
“I do have one question. Why?” Otabek asked, leaning his head back against
Yuri’s shoulder nonetheless.
Yuri gave a shrug. Before now the most intimate thing either had ever done
together was greet each other with an energetic leaping tackle or a giant bear
hug whenever they met up at the airport during the off seasons or before
competitions. For Yuri to suddenly, and very explicitly at that, make things
sexual was certainly a reason to ask questions.
“Because you’re hot and I’m horny.” He replied, trying to sound as casual about
it as possible. He was somewhat glad Otabek wasn’t trying to look at him,
because he was pretty sure his cheeks were just a little pink. “And because…”
as quickly as he had spoken his previous sentence his ability to be casual went
out the window. He lowered his voice to a shy mutter. “Well I mean, I’ve always
thought you were handsome so…and you’re my best friend and… What I mean is, uh,
well um…” his face twisted as he tried to find the least embarrassing way to
say what he wanted to. His voice dropped even lower and he barely uttered,
“It’s not like this is the first time I’ve thought about ravaging you…”
Otabek pulled away from his grasp just enough to turn around. Yuri avoided eye
contact with him, blushing to the tips of his ears and half-scowling at the
innocent lamp on the end table beside the bed. The man gently ran the back of
his fingers across one of the braids on the sides of Yuri’s head before
slipping them around to the back of his neck. The corners of his mouth were
turned up ever so slightly, and his eyes shone with amusement and affection.
“I suppose now would be an appropriate time to say I’ve always thought you were
beautiful. Even when we were kids and you didn’t know I existed, I thought so.
And when I met you again you were even more so than I had imagined you would
be. And that’s saying something considering I thought you would look like an
angel.”
Yuri pouted a little at that. “Whatever happened to calling me a soldier?” he
asked, his voice back under control but his heart beating just a little faster.
“An angel can still be a soldier. One of Heaven’s warriors; a defender from all
things terrible that try to bring harm to all that is good in the world.”
“And if I were to say I wanted to fuck you until your legs went numb and then
still not stop because despite all of your flattery I am still fuckin’ horny?”
Otabek smirked. “You said I was handsome, right? I’m sure God wouldn’t have a
problem with one of his angels defiling a man like me.”
The blond wanted to laugh. Just where and when had Otabek picked up that kind
of sass?! Yuri sputtered, barely restraining himself as he pushed the man back
into a wall again. He grinned down at him brightly and was met with a smile and
something else flickering in the man’s eyes.
“So you’re okay with this?” Yuri asked again because he still hadn’t gotten an
answer and he wanted to make absolutely sure.
“Of course.” Came the reply.
Any other words were not needed and Yuri made sure of it by kissing him again,
lips meeting lips properly this time. Their first kiss was far from gentle or
sweet. Yuri liked kissing roughly, and from the way Otabek met him just as
fervently for each one after that he assumed the man was just fine with it.
Yuri slid a hand along his friend’s chiseled jaw and cupped his face, briefly
amazed at how soft his skin was despite how hard his expression often was.
When Yuri parted his lips, Otabek gasped ever so softly and their tongues met
almost shyly. The blond coaxed him into action with a couple of licks, guiding
the other into licking and sliding the wet muscles together and across teeth
and lips and gums. Yuri carded his fingers into Otabek’s hair, enjoying the
softness of it. It was when Otabek finally, hesitantly, put his hands on Yuri’s
waist that a thought occurred to the blond. It was something he would have to
ask about in due time.
They parted for breath and Otabek titled his head back just a little. Yuri
nuzzled into his neck, taking a few deep breaths himself. The sound of his
friend’s elevated breathing and his scent being so close made Yuri shudder,
reminding him of why they were doing this in the first place. He kissed his
throat gently once, twice, three times. Again and again his lips left feather-
light kisses to Otabek’s neck as he dipped his head lower towards the collar of
his shirt. He brushed it aside as best he could with his thumb and nipped
lightly at the skin that was revealed for him.
When he leaned up again, Yuri couldn’t help but admire the pink hue his
friend’s face had taken on. He knew his own features must have been matching,
but something about unraveling his stoic friend like this was empowering. He
must have stared a little too long because Otabek cracked an eye open and asked
in a whispery voice,
“Yura?”
“You really are too damn attractive.” Yuri gave in answer.
He brought their mouths together again and finally Otabek seemed to figure out
that he was allowed to do more than leave his hands awkwardly situated on
Yuri’s hips. The man’s hands worked their way beneath the hem of Yuri’s shirt
and pushed it up a little. He let his fingers roam across the relatively new
muscles of the blond’s back and Yuri hummed at the touch. He bit gently at
Otabek’s lower lip and the man let out the softest of groans. It seemed to be
enough to flip another switch in him because he too brought his teeth into the
mix. They kissed and licked and nipped at each other’s lips and tongues, all
the while Otabek’s hands traveled up and down the length of Yuri’s back and
sides.
Yuri decided that he really wanted to feel up those abdominal muscles he was
such a fan of some more. He managed to part from his friend long enough to get
him to remove his jacket, which got tossed onto the chair where his bag was,
and to convince him to take off his shirt, which also got discarded although
not to the chair because Yuri’s hands were quickly on Otabek’s heated skin and
the Kazakhstani dropped it in surprise. Hands were not the only thing Yuri
explored with. He dipped his head and pressed his lips to Otabek’s chest.
Already the blond had decided he loved the taste of the man, and with a quick
drag of his tongue across one of his pecs Yuri reconfirmed this to himself.
Otabek’s nails dug into Yuri’s back a tiny bit when the blond found one of his
nipples. Yuri teased at it a little, licking and sucking and biting. He got a
few stuttering breaths out of his friend, but nothing too great. A bit
disappointed, he moved downward. His lips met the man’s abs and went lower
still. Yuri was on his knees when Otabek finally sucked in a sharp breath as
the blond reached his navel. Delighted by that reaction he dipped his tongue
inside briefly, enjoying the way his muscles twitched.
Yuri had seen before that Otabek’s pubic hair started just below his belly
button and traveled all the way down. He buried his nose in the short curly
hairs above the waistline of his pants and breathed in deeply, taking another
moment to enjoy his scent. He turned his gaze up at his friend and was
surprised to meet his eyes staring down at him half-lidden and dark with lust.
Casting him a seductive smirk, Yuri brought one hand to the front of Otabek’s
pants where his erection was already straining against its confines. The man
sucked in another breath when Yuri rubbed at it.
“Have you done this before?” Otabek managed to choke out, making Yuri both envy
how well he was keeping it together as well as feel a pulsating need to make
him come even more undone.
“Sucked somebody off? Yes.” Yuri answered him truthfully, his hand still
providing just the smallest amount of stimulation. “Jealous?”
“A little.” The man said around a gasp.
“Don’t be.” The blond told him, his hands quickly working free Otabek’s belt,
followed by the button and zipper of his pants. “I was complete garbage at this
the first several times.” He had had to take his eyes off of his friend’s in
order to get his pants open. He now looked back up at him, another smirk on his
features. “Now I actually know how to make it feel good~”
Otabek couldn’t help but shudder. “When you put it like that it makes me feel a
little better.” He admitted. “While we’re being honest I should tell you I’m a
complete virgin.”
Yuri’s eyes sparkled at that. Otabek had answered his question without Yuri
even needing to ask it, and he had been right, too! He slipped his hand into
Otabek’s boxers, grasping at his shaft firmly, making him gasp loudly. His free
hand tugged down his pants and underwear enough to free his erection and Yuri
swiftly eyed it up, admiring its girth.
“In that case, I’d better make sure I absolutely rock your world.” He purred.
The man breathed out a “please do” as Yuri breathed out the gentlest of breaths
onto the head of his dick. Otabek’s breath hitched when the blond opened his
mouth and glided his tongue up the bottom of his shaft all the way to the slit
at the tip. Yuri slipped his lips around the head and gave it a few gentle
sucks, eliciting another gasp from the man above him and his breathing became
even heavier. Yuri took him in deeper, sucking and licking at his shaft and
head as he did so. When he had managed to get as much of the man into his mouth
as he could he began to experiment a bit. He bobbed his head a few times, using
his teeth and tongue to give the man an example of all the things he could do
to him.
He pulled off entirely, stroking with his hand to keep Otabek stimulated as he
looked back up at him. Otabek had had his eyes screwed shut and cracked them
open again along with what was almost a whine at the loss of the wet heat.
“So, what did you like best?” Yuri asked him.
His friend blinked, slowly, as his lust-addled brain worked out the meaning of
the words as well as an answer for them.
“Your tongue…on the underside…” he muttered through his labored breathing.
“Also sucking on the…” he swallowed. “The head.”
Yuri hummed thoughtfully at that. “Got it.” He mumbled before putting his mouth
back where both of them wanted it to be the most.
Otabek had never been a very vocal person. Even when they were lazily hanging
out together much of the talking was done by Yuri. It also wasn’t uncommon for
them to just sit in silence for an hour or two, simply enjoying the other’s
company. That appeared to carry over to sex, as while Otabek’s breathing was
very labored he barely made any other sounds. The most Yuri heard leaving his
lips was the occasional grunt when he sucked on the head of his dick before
going back down, dragging his tongue back and forth along the length of the
underside with each and every motion.
As the man drew nearer to his release, his fingers fumbled for purchase. He
managed to work out the tie in Yuri’s hair and he buried his fingers into the
long golden locks. After a particular suck, Otabek’s toes curl, and
unfortunately so do his fingers. He panicked briefly, thinking he might have
pulled too hard on Yuri’s hair. He opened his eyes to babble an apology but was
silenced when he met Yuri’s eyes again.
Yuri’s eyes told him he could pull even harder if he wanted to. And while that
alone was arousing Otabek couldn’t help but find the sight alone of his best
friend on his knees, hair messed up, pink in the face, and swollen lips around
his dick to be even more vulgar. He choked back a rare moan and threw his head
back again.
“Yura!” he called out weakly. “I-I’m going to…”
The blond didn’t let up for a second. He drew back, tongue traveling all the
way up his dick and sucked one last time at the head. Otabek came with a
hitched breath, and Yuri managed to catch everything in his mouth. As soon as
he was certain his friend was done he swallowed down the lot of it. He removed
himself from his friend’s cock and sat back on his heels.
“Delicious…” he whispered, wiping the corners of his mouth with his wrist.
How Otabek was able to still be standing was unknown even to him. His legs were
weak and shaking and he gasped for air, slowly beginning to feel like he was
able to breathe again. Without really thinking about it he pulled his pants and
boxers up again, but knew better than to try and close them up with his hands
shaking so much. When he finally dared to open his eyes again he nearly bit his
own lip.
While Yuri would have said he had been waiting patiently for Otabek to be ready
for the next part that did not take away from the very real fact that he had
worked his own pants open and had a hand lazily stroking his own weeping cock.
The man took another breath to steady himself and stood upright. He was about
to kneel down in front of his friend to ask what he could do, but Yuri beat him
to it.
“Go lie down on the bed.” Yuri told him, his voice weak with lust.
Even though he had just come, Otabek felt a shiver run down his spine. He
crossed the room in a couple of long, eager strides and laid down on his back.
Yuri got up after him and completely removed all articles of clothing he still
wore. Once naked, the Russian fetched a bottle of lube from his luggage and
crawled onto the bed on top of his friend. Otabek briefly wondered what the
blond had in mind, and was somewhat shocked when all he did was sit on his hips
and stroke himself at the same lazy pace he had before.
“I want to come on your stomach.” Yuri told him.
“Okay.” was all Otabek had to say about that.
“Mind doing this for me?” he asked, glancing down to his hand and dick.
“With pleasure.” Came the reply.
Otabek wrapped his own hand around Yuri’s length and the blond moaned
appreciatively. It quickly became apparent why Yuri had wanted his dominant
hand free when he opened the bottle and poured a fair amount of the clear
liquid onto his fingers. He shifted his hips and brought his fingers around to
his backside. Otabek watched in awe as Yuri’s face scrunched up as he teased
his own hole. Yuri indulged in the almost-tickling sensation he so loved,
rubbing his own entrance roughly before gently slipping a finger inside. Almost
immediately he pushed in a second and sought out his own prostate. He pressed
the tips of his fingers into it and whined.
“Beka…” he gasped, wriggling against his own fingers. “F-faster, please!”
The man complied, stroking him faster and Yuri matched his pace with his
fingers. He thrust into and scissored himself open, adding a third digit as
soon as he could. Where Otabek was a very silent man even in the throes of
ecstasy, Yuri most certainly was not. The way he panted, gasped, moaned and
arched into his own fingers and Otabek’s hand was enough to make a porn star
blush. It was certainly turning Otabek red.
“S-say my name…Beka.” Yuri whined.
Otabek had to swallow again in order to even remotely trust his voice. If he
hadn’t just come he was certain he would be painfully hard right now. As it was
he felt the very beginnings of his loins stirring again.
“Yura…” he whispered. “Yura!”
“Beka!”
The pair continued to repeat each other’s names, as if doing so would make the
both of them stop feeling like they were in a dream. Otabek’s hand picked up
its pace, Yuri’s fingers matching it in kind. Yuri came a moment after,
spilling himself onto his friend’s stomach exactly as he had wanted to. Yuri
had barely pulled his fingers from himself before Otabek wrapped his arms
around his shoulders and pulled him down for their sloppiest kiss yet. Yuri
couldn’t help but chuckle into their kiss, enjoying the way his friend tasted
once again.
The two ended up laying on their sides facing each other for several minutes
while Yuri came down from his climax and Otabek settled down again. The man
brushed a lock of hair out of Yuri’s face and behind his ear, giving him such
an affectionate smile that Yuri couldn’t help but blush again at despite
himself.
“Are we going to be boyfriends now or not?” Otabek asked curiously.
Yuri avoided eye contact again. “If you want to be.” He muttered. His tone was
much harsher than he had intended it to be, but such was often the case when he
was embarrassed about something. Otabek knew that, and could tell from the way
his blush had darkened that he had meant to be kinder about it.
His smile grew just a little wider. “I do.” He stated and pulled Yuri in for
another kiss, this one far more gentle and sweet than any of their previous.
Yuri let out a long breath through his nose when they parted, eyes closed
almost sleepily. “Okay then.” He opened them and met Otabek’s again. “I need to
get a shower.” He stated.
“Me too.”
“Wanna take one together?”
“Sure. But I don’t want to do anything else, okay?”
“That’s fair.” Yuri said, sitting up. “Besides…” he grinned down at his
boyfriend. “Next time I want to ride you. I’ve never actually had somebody
inside me before.”
Otabek blinked at him before sitting up as well, smiling back at him. “I’m glad
to hear you’re at least new to something.”
Yuri let out a laugh. “I’ve never penetrated anyone either. So that’s two
things we can learn together.” He paused before adding quickly, “If you’re up
for that sort of thing, of course!”
The man pressed another kiss to his lips. “I wouldn’t mind.”
Yuri decided that this was his sweetest victory yet.
End Notes
     Originally I was going to go ahead and have Yuri ride him at the end
     but
     1) I don't much care for multi-orgasm fics, and
     2) I don't like the way I write anal sex!
     As always, I am my own beta so if there are any glaring mistakes feel
     free to point them out to me!
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