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works/9208706.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri_&_Victor_Nikiforov, Mila
      Babicheva_&_Sara_Crispino, Ambiguous_or_Implied_Relationship(s)
  Character:
      Victor_Nikiforov, Yuri_Plisetsky, Otabek_Altin, Katsuki_Yuuri, Yakov,
      Mila_Babicheva, Sara_Crispino
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff_and_Smut, Teen_Angst, lol_otabek_is_a_very_angsty_man, Sloppy
      Makeouts, First_Time, Oral, Otabek_Smiles_at_Yuri_a_l_o_t, Smiling
      Otabek™, Implied_Relationships, They_love_each_other's_hair, Blow_Jobs,
      Anal_Sex, Morning_After
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-04 Words: 7899
****** Halos and Flowers ******
by thewworst
Summary
     At the beginning, Yuri wanted nothing more than to leave as soon as
     possible, even if Otabek was with him, but looking into his deep
     brown eyes, which held a somewhat dissapointed gloom, he found that
     he was enjoying himself and wanted nothing more than to dance with
     him more and hold his hand more and feel his warmth more.
Notes
     Otaburi got me back into writing after years of not doing it, this is
     how much I love this ship.
See the end of the work for more notes
Yuri wasn't sure if things were happening at a very slow pace or if he was
seeing everything in slow motion.
He knew it was going to be like this, it had already been like this for a while
now, but as much as he wanted not to be here, he wasn't about to miss Viktor
and Yuuri's wedding. They had been planning and preparing for this day ever
since the Grand Prix Final, even during practice, you could over hear them
exchanging ideas and Yuri was tired of it and now that the day had come, he
thought that maybe he could finally rest, but instead, chaos seemed to have
increased and complications wouldn't stop coming up.
He was glad he wasn't as involved in the planning as he could've been,
especially when she saw Yuko and Phichit running from one end of the hotel to
the other at amazing speeds.
He walked slowly, his and Otabek's shoulders only slightly touching. Otabek had
been waiting for Yuri at the entrance of the hotel and since the second their
eyes met, neither one wanted to leave each other's side, though they didn't
really want to say it out loud, it didn't have to be said.
Maybe, thought Yuri, it wouldn't be so bad if Otabek  was with him, and so far,
he was glad he had him by his side, if he had come with Mila, she would've
dragged him into helping the bridesmaids with something, probably wardrobe
related, but instead Otabek had a somewhat intimidating aura to him that kept
others who might've been less familiar with him at bay, but it didn't stop Yuko
from letting out a shriek when she spotted them when she ran past them for what
seemed the hundredth time.
She jogged to them and opened her mouth to say something, but then closed it
and managed to gather a smile, stopping in front of them.
"I'm sorry, I was about to yell at you, you didn't do anything," She said
taking in a deep breath and Otabek gave her a soft and polite smile "You both
look great," She said with a sigh and straightened both their suits.
"You look nice too, Yuko" said Yuri politely and she smiled at that, "What's
going on anyways? Seems like a mess."
She groaned and immediately after gripped both Otabek and Yuri's shoulders,
making them both jump, "The ceremony's about to start! That's what's going on
and so many people, including you two, still haven't arrived, and Phichit's
dress pants ripped, but I think that's taken care of," She sighed and her
gripped tightened "But that doesn't matter right now! Just keep following these
people and find a place to sit!"
She pushed them towards the crowd and jogged away. Yuri watched her until she
rounded a corner and hissed, rubbing his arm where Yuko had gripped him then
looked up at Otabek, who chuckled at him.
"Hey, don't laugh! She almost tore my arm off!" Yuri said as he placed his arm
around his shoulders, guiding him through the people.
"No, no, I felt it, alright, she's a strong lady." He said with a laugh.
"Right, then what are you laughing at then?"
"You liked her didn't you?" Otabek stated as they entered a large room.
At that moment, Yuri's gaze darted to Otabek's smug looking face and he blushed
intensely, too embarrassed to notice the arch covered with white and blue roses
at the end of the catwalk, or the white silky ribbons that were seemingly
falling from the chairs.
"She's married! With kids!" Yuri exclaimed, "And ten years older than I am!"
Otabek snickered and squeezed his shoulders, pressing him against his side,
guiding them to Viktor's side after some debating, deciding to sit on the side
of the man they'd known longest and leave more space for Yuri's family.
They walked to the end of the aisle until Yuri sat down and Otabek followed,
both hyper aware of their knees touching and finally looking around to notice
the decorations and making small talk, Yuri occasionally snickering until
people finally started to quiet down.
He sighed and Otabek seemed sit up straighter, Yuri looked at him with a soft
smile and straightened again, placing his hand on his knee.
Otabek put his hand on top of his and squeezed, the music started.
===============================================================================
After the "I do's" were said and they shared what could be considered a
heartwarming kiss, people cheered, and a lot of them broke down crying. Yuri
could saw the Katsuki family sobbing and hugging, Yakov was clapping and,
though he would never admit it, smiling.
As they walked together through the people, Yuri locked eyes with Viktor and he
smiled at the newlywed, he smiled back and walked out of the room and as people
followed them out, Otabek couldn't help but worry about loosing Yuri amongst
the crowd.
===============================================================================
Maybe if Yakov hadn't been the one sitting next to Yuri, they would've let him
have some champagne, but he seemed to be in a particularly bad mood throughout
the night and thought somehow thought that Yuri maybe cared enough to listen to
his passive aggressive comments about the party.
Frankly, Yuri was growing more and more tired by the second and had a hard time
not raising his voice every time he said "I don't care"; even he knew well
enough that it wasn't his place to be talking shit about someone's wedding,
especially when you were invited by the grooms.
He drowned out the speeches and Mila's tipsy giggling beside him, as well as
Yakov's comments, which had now toned down to quiet grumbling, and scanned the
tables for the rest of the guests, finding amongst the crowd one familiar face
after another.
"Just have another glass of champagne, Yakov," said Mila, bringing him out of
his trance at the suggestion of a good idea, "the night is still young and
people haven't even started dancing yet."
"Don't give him any stupid ideas, if he passes out that old geezer probably
won't wake up again."
Mila held back a laugh and Yakov growled, gripping the glass and sitting up
immediately, stomping away angrily. He heard Mila laugh and lean in to whisper
into his ear.
"You shouldn't be so hard on him, Yuri,"
He leaned back and took a sip from his soda before answering, "At least it got
him to leave, don't act like you feel sorry for him."
"I feel sorry for you and your soda," she said honestly and continued to sip
her drink, turning her attention elsewhere.
He suddenly felt the chair beside him move again and though he expected to see
Yakov out of the corner of his eye, his eyes met with familiar brown ones.
He turned fully to him and leaned back into his chair and lifter his feet to
rest them on other skater's knees.
"Tired from sitting down?" He asked in a quiet, mocking tone.
"Tired of listening to Yakov's grumbling in my ear." he responded with a grunt,
"What took you so long to come find me?"
"I wanted to come here, but coach Yakov was sitting here and a I didn't want to
ask for his seat." Otabek sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
Yuri noted how his hair looked tidy and soft and how Otabek's fingers never
seemed to encounter any knots in it. Yuri almost wanted to feel for himself and
marvel over how easily he could comb his fingers through it, and how
contrasting his undercut would feel; short and fuzzy, like the underside of a
flower, maybe.
"He wouldn't've given it to you anyways, even if he was in a good mood." Yuri
scoffed and closed his eyes in a smug smile.
Otabek smiled at the way his blond eyelashes touched his cheekbones, falling
and resting there elegantly, and at the way his lips thinned when he smiled,
lifting his cheeks to meet his eyes. He thought about how he too would like to
rest his hand on Yuri's cheeks, dragging his thumb across his cheekbone and
graze his eyelashes.
Hours passed like that, noticing the little things in each other, details,
without seeing what others saw; Yuri's stolen glances, the way Otabek stroke
the younger boy's naked ankle and their quiet infatuation with one another.
People left and the chairs which had once been carefully arranged were now
incomplete disarray, though the two did not move all evening, even as the music
started to tone down into a slower beat, and Sala approached them with
enthusiasm, greeting and then moving on directly to the redhead next to them.
Mila greeted her with an excited and dopey smile, grabbing her complete
attention immediately.
Words that neither one of the boys heard were exchanged before the girl
hurriedly stood up from her seat and grabbed Sala's hand.
She turned to Yuri and winked before the two women ran off to the middle of the
room spinning around, happily holding each other's hands and hips closely.
Yuri snorted, suddenly noticing the various couples swaying to the slow music.
Otabek turned his attention to him as he turned his head towards him, his eyes
never leaving the couples.
"How ridiculous do they look? It looked like they're starring in some stupid
60's rom-com, its ridiculous."
Otabek's heart sank a bit at his words and he leaned forward to speak lowly
into his ear, feeling an embarassed blush form in his cheek.
"I was actually about to ask if you would dance with me." He said, almost
afraid that someone else could hear his confession, which had seemed ridiculous
after the blond boy's comment.
Yuri's eyes flew wide open and he quickly turned his head to look at Otabek,
whose head was hung in shame.
Blood quickly rushed to his cheeks as he realized what his words had meant to
him and he opened his mouth, stuttering something, trying to fix what had been
said.
"Well, if it's with you-" He said, a bit louder than necessary and lowered his
voice, embarrassed. He hung his head slightly and shamefully, his eyes meeting
Otabek's whose lips had twitched up into a hopeful smile, "I wouldn't mind
dancing."
Otabek chuckled, a light blush still on his cheeks and took his hand, pressing
his forehead against his, before standing up and pulling Yuri into the dance
floor.
Slowly, Otabek placed a hand on Yuri's waist and grabbed a loose hold of his
hand, as Yuri, somewhat hesitantly, placed his free hand on Otabek's shoulder.
Their eyes met and they started dancing slowly, with small smiles on their
faces.
As they danced, Yuri noticed the room around him starting to blur, as if the
only thing to focus on was Otabek, and Yuri was fine with that.
Meanwhile, Otabek saw the room brighten around Yuri's golden hair and green
eyes; his stomach feeling tingly as they absently entwined their fingers
together, pulling eachother closer. He felt his body lean into Yuri until his
nose touched his cheek and his lips met the golden boy's.
Yuri felt lighter than he thought one could without floating off the ground at
the press of his partner's warm lips on top of his and even after he pulled
back.
He realized what a familiar feeling that had become, even if it only happened
every so often and only when they were alone.
Suddenly, he blushed and took his hand from Otabek's shoulder and pressed it to
his face, groaning embarrassed.
Otabek tilted his head in confusion and gently squeezed Yuri's waist in
reassurance, asking what was wrong.
"I can't believe we just did that." He answered simply, placing his hand back
on the older man's shoulder.
"What do you mean?" He asked again, confused, "We've kissed before." He said.
"Yeah, but only twice and never in public." 
Otabek chuckled and pressed another small kiss on his lips, then on his
forehead as he whined in embarrassment, burying his face in his chest.
Something had sparked in Otabek's chest as he felt two arms slither around his
waist. He looked down to see Yuri's face pressed against him, shifting with his
breathing.
"I can hear your heartbeat," Yuri whispered, almost to himself.
He wrapped his arm around the smaller boy's shoulders and continued to sway
them without saying anything.
The party was almost empty compared to the amount of people that had been there
in the beginning, only the closer friends and family remained. 
For a second, Otabek felt as if he didn't belong; he had never really spoken
much with Viktor or Yuri, meanwhile, the boy he had his arms wrapped around had
gone through much more with them than he could ever imagine, he had every right
to be dancing there, in that moment, to be some of the last people to leave the
party, but Otabek didn't. He was an intruder in a world that he didn't know and
with that thought he remembered the first time he met Yuri, he had been a
golden boy that belonged anywhere he decided he wanted to belong.
He cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly and Yuri looked up to meet his eyes,
Otabek didn't want to stop staring at them, green and bright.
"I think I should go." He said and he saw the green eyes in front of him dim
immediately.
"Don't go." He pleaded quietly, and he felt hands grip the back of his suit
desperately.
"I feel like I don't belong here," Otabek confessed quietly, resting his
forehead on Yuri's.
Yuri felt his stomach sink at his partner's words. He stared at him with wide
eyes and slowly moving his hands from Otabek's back, to his abdomen, to his
shoulders and finally stopping on his hands, entwining their fingers and
squeezing firmly, reassuring him.
"How can you say that?" he said almost scolding him, and slowly, the stern look
turned into a soft shy smile and while refusing to meet his eyes, "You belong
wherever I belong." he finished as if it were something that he had decided
long ago.
===============================================================================
 
Maybe it was because of the way Mila and Sala held each other closely when they
danced, their long eyelashes almost touching and their lips touching but not
quite, or the way Yuri held on to Otabek like a safety blanket while he lazily
gazed into the other boy's green eyes, but he was tired of being there.
He made it as clear as possible when he approached the first couple, but Mile
simply answered that she could drive herself back to her hotel.
He scoffed and turned, feeling broader as he knew that Yuri could not drive
himself back.
"We'll be leaving in ten minutes, Yuri, so get ready." Yakov said somewhat
impatiently and left for the next group of people immediately, where Georgi
was.
Yuri looked at him and then back at Otabek, whose hands he was still holding
firmly and his breath almost wavered.
At the beginning, Yuri wanted nothing more than to leave as soon as possible,
even if Otabek was with him, but looking into his deep brown eyes, which held a
somewhat dissapointed gloom, he found that he was enjoying himself and wanted
nothing more than to dance with him more and hold his hand more and feel his
warmth more.
"I don't want to leave just yet." He told Otabek with a mischievous smile.
Otabek smiled as well as a light shone through his eyes. He nodded and began
walking backwards, pulling Yuri with him.
He turned around and ran towards the exit, guiding Yuri through the tables and
chairs with his hand still firmly in his.
As adrenaline began to rush through the two, they turned hallways, laughing
quietly as they turned each corner cautiously, checking beforehand to see if
the coach was there, waiting, for Yakov had surely already caught wind of what
was going on.
The hallways started to dim as they continued to run, occasionally hearing a
distant voice calling out "Yuri!" angrily.
They ran and got themselves lost in the hallways, until they couldn't hear the
angry yelling anymore.
They stopped, breathing heavily and looking at each other with wide grins on
their faces before breaking out in a fit of giggles and reaching out for one
another, joining in a tight and loving embrace, still giggling, still breathing
heavy.
Otabek suddenly became aware of the way his arms shifted as Yuri's waist
expanded with each pant, and the weight of his slender arms around his neck,
rising and falling with his shoulders. He pulled his face far back enough to
look at him in the eyes.
"Well," he said with a heavy sigh, "I bought us some minutes, I'd say." He said
with a smile and soft eyes.
"You bought us?" He said somewhat mischievously with a permanent grin on his
face.
Suddenly, Yuri felt as two strong hands gripped his hips and pushed him back
against the wall, as he almost lost his footing.
His breath hitched and he looked at Otabek, his brown eyes wide and glimmering
even in the dark as they looked at him.
In that moment, he realized how badly he wanted to be pressed against the wall
with Otabek's lips on his, but the other man didn't seem to notice.
He pulled him down by the back of his neck and pressed his lips firmly against
Otabek's for a few seconds before pulling back, looking at him intently, hoping
his message had gotten across.
By the way Otabek's eyes focused solely on Yuri's lips and rested his forehead
on his, Yuri was sure he understood, but the smirk he wore and the way the only
barely grazed lips, made Yuri think that Otabek was only aiming to be a big
asshole and an even bigger tease.
He held his breath and decided to wait patiently until he felt Otabek's lips
against his once more, his mouth slightly open. 
He tightened his arms around Otabek slightly and gripped his shoulders, they
kiss turned into something needy; sloppy and wet, making them start gasping for
breath eventually, but neither of them seemed to mind.
Yuri didn't mind Otabek's tightening grip on his waist, pressing their hips
together, almost unconsciously, and he definitely didn't mind a small groan
coming from Otabek's throat.
Otabek didn't mind the way Yuri's hand drifted from the back of his neck and
head, to his hair, slightly tugging at it.
They loose themselves completely in each other, the shapes of their lips, the
warmth of their bodies together, the way the darkness around them made them
feel like they were completely alone-
The sound of Yakov's voice calling out brought them back to their senses, Yuri
feeling a bubble of panic starting to bubble in his chest. They looked at each
other, momentarily taking in each others slightly pink cheeks and ears, and
Otabek raised a finger to his lips, shushing. A few seconds passed until they
spoke, though their tone was kept at a low and cautious volume.
"I can't believe Yakov is still looking for me," Yuri says with a sigh.
Otabek stared, before he felt his body take a step away from him. Yuri let a
small whine escape his lips as the warmth of Otabek left him. Otabek gulped at
Yuri's gulp and, with a hand still on Yuri's waist, he sighs.
"We should go back," Otabek forces himself to say.
Yuri's grip on his shoulders slightly tightened as he opened his mouth to say
something. He closed it almost immediately before very speaking very lowly, his
green eyes looking up ay him pleading.
"We could just," he started and swallowed, "go upstairs, maybe, I mean, you're
staying here right?"
Otabek could feel his heart pounding on his ears as he looked down at him,
unsure of what to do.
Of course he wanted to go upstairs to his room with him, who in their right
mind wouldn't want to go? He started making an extensive list of things that
could go wrong, but the way Yuri's eyes shone underneath the shadow his body
cast upon his body was making it hard to concentrate on it.
He bit his lip as images of Yuri's body tangled with his own crossing his mind,
even as he tried his best to push them out of his mind.
He clenched his eyes close and shook his head, burying his face in Yuri's neck,
making him jump slightly, surprised, but eventually, he felt Yuri's arms snaked
around Otabek again.
In the darkness he had created with his closed eyes and the crook of Yuri's
warm neck, all he could picture was blong hair scattered on the pillow beneath
him, the sight of Yuri's eyes rolling back, the sound of his voice calling out
for him in moans and pants. 
"What if," he said oh-so-quietly and paused, unable to imagine what would
happen if what he was about to say came true "you regret it?" 
The was silence for a few seconds, and he could feel Yuri thinking about what
he had said carefully, considering his words, but Yuri knew that once the
thought had been conceived, he knew that he was sure, he knew he wanted this.
"No," he answered quietly, and tightened his arms around Otabek, "I'm sure I
won't regret doing this with someone that asks if I'm sure with it."
I'm sure I won't regret doing this with you, he thought.
Otabek took in a deep breath, and pressed his lips onto Yuri's shoulder, trying
to imagine what it would feel like if there weren't any clothes covering it.
He pulled back and stared intently at him, asking the same question again and
receiving the same answer.
As they waited for the elevator doors to open for them, Yuri tapped away on his
phone, placing it back into his pocket immediately once he was done, just in
time to walk inside the elevator.
They held hands as the doors closed, and once they did, Yuri pushed Otabek back
against the wall, wasting no time in standing on his hoes and kissing him hard
and darting his tongue across his bottom lip and nipping at it gently, making
Otabek shrudder under him.
The doors opened after a few seconds and Otabek pulled Yuri by his hand,
walking quickly to his room as he took out his key card out of his pocket,
opening the door quickly and guiding him inside.
He pushed Yuri's smaller frame against the door taking his suit off his
shoulders and unbuttoning the top of his dress shirt, admiring the way his
chest heaved up and down.
Yuri's mind was a puddled mess as he felt Otabek's fingers graze the skin of
his shoulder, bearing it before attaching himself to his neck. He fumbled for
the lock on the door to ensure that nobody would wake them up too early the
next morning, before taking in a fistful of Otabek's suit coat, urging it off
with a small whine as he feels Otabek's teeth lightly brush against his jaw.
Otabek obliged and took his suit off and gripped his thighs, lifting Yuri up
and pressing their hips together. Yuri's head lolled back and hit the door with
a sigh as Otabek wasted no time in kissing desperately at the newly exposed
skin.
Yuri was barely able to keep his eyes open and he took a fist of Otabek's hair
to bring him back into reality. He pulled his head back and away from his neck
and forced him to look into his eyes.
He expected to see his brown eyes shining, but instead, he found the opposite.
Pupils blown with arousal. He wrapped his legs around him, ankles hooking and
mouthed at Otabek's throat, feeling it vibrate underneath his lips as a deep
groan escaped his lips.
It drove him insane as he continued pressing his lips on any soft spot on his
neck that his lips could reach, trying to earn that sound again. Then, he feels
the hard door on his back disappear, as Otabek carried him to the neatly made
bed.
As Yuri lets himself drop from Otabek's body and land on the bed, he feels
himself bounce slightly and he feels a small laugh bubble from his chest.
The sound of his laugh was enough to make Otabek's stomach tingle and make his
body go warm. The way his mouth went wide in a toothy smile, making his eyes
squint and close happily, along with his blond hair adorning him like a halo
made him feel as if the moment wasn't real.
Slowly, he placed his hands on either side of Yuri's face, positioning himself
between his legs and hovered over him, as he continued to smile, his green eyes
overtaken by his pupil's but somehow still able to give him a soft endearing
look, like he was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on, but from
his perspective, Yuri couldn't have been more wrong.
Yuri looked up at him, and his hands snaked up Otabek's forearms, to his
biceps, shoulders and chest, slim fingers calmly undoing the buttons of the
shirt, which was now wrinkled and untucked from his dress pants.
Once done, his hands rested on his lower abdomen, which was covered in fuzzy
hair and slowly made his way up, until he reached his broad shoulders. Taking
him by surprise, Yuri switched their places, with knees on each side of
Otabek's body, his hips ghosting over his.
Otabek gasped and smiled at him.
"That's not fair, Yura, I was on top." He whined as he sat up and forced Yuri's
hips down.
"I earned this spot," said Yuri, pushing the dress shirt back over his
shoulders, until it was off, leaving Otabek shirtless.
He put his hands on each side of Otabek's face, pulling him into a hard kiss,
which they both welcomed thankfully.
As their lips moved in found harmony, Otabek's hands gripped Yuri's shirt,
untucking it and undoing the buttons blindly. Yuri shrugged it off and let it
fall to the side of the bed, placing his hands back on Otabek's jaw, running
his thumb across his cheekbone.
Yuri felt Otabek's hands go back to his hips, squeezing and pressing them
together. He felt Otabek getting hard under his thigh, and no doubt he was too.
Otabek tipped his head to the side, baring his skin with a sigh as Yuri's lips
pecked everywhere from his jaw to his collarbone, leaving tiny bites along the
way.
He lay down on his back, pulling Yuri down with him. He wrapped his arms around
Yuri's waist, feeling him shift as his arms slithered above him obediently and
pulled them up the bed, until his head hit the pillows, without breaking their
kiss.
"You're so good, Yura," Otabek all but whispered into the kiss.
He wasn't sure what Otabek had meant by that, but he still couldn't help but
moan, involuntarily rolling his hips down into Otabek's, resulting in a small
burst of pleasure that made Otabek groan against his lips.
Enjoying the result he had gotten, Yuri repeated the movement one, two, three
more times, and with each time their hips met, Otabek had a harder time finding
air to breathe. He buried his face in Yuri's neck, gasping for air, still
holding him close.
He rolled his hips with Yuri's, making him moan and scratch desperately at his
forearms.
He ran his hands to Yuri's lower back, to his bum and squeezed, slowly moving
his hands to the front of his dress pants and flicking the button undone. He
slowly lowered the zipper and Yuri kicked them off. Impatient, Otabek starts
undoing his own, lifting his hips to take them off and making Yuri let out a
small gasp as their hips meet.
He felt Yuri's hands push his hips down on the bed, keeping him there and
running his hands up and down his thighs, only barely reaching his crotch
before going back down. 
Otabek groaned loudly and threw his head back on the pillows. His crotch was
feeling way to hot and hard underneath the confines of his underwear and he
wasn't sure Yuri understood completely what a mess he had turned him into.
He took Yuri's wrists and flipped them again, positioning himself between
Yuri's legs and started to kiss his lips, cheeks, jaw, his neck and down his
chest to his abdomen, stopping above the waistline of his underwear. He nosed
the fabric, and slowly dipped his finders in it, pulling it down slowly and
looking up to take the sight of Yuri. Breathing heavily, flush with his eyes
screwed shut. He placed a kiss on his hip bone and smiled as he lifted his legs
to help Otabek slide his underwear off. He threw the piece on the floor and
went back down, slowly licking from his base to the tip of his penis.
He felt Yuri's back arch up and he looked up again. He blew some air, keeping
his eyes on him, waiting to see if there was any sign of doubt, to see if he
was uncomfortable, but Yuri was just plain desperate for Otabek to get on with
it and he almost sighed with relief when he felt Otabek's tongue swirling
around the head.
He took it slow, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head up and down, taking
in as much as he could before going back, licking around the tip and going back
down. He closed his eyes, focusing solely on his mouth around Yuri and the
noises leaving his lips and squeezing his thighs lovingly every few seconds.
He felt Yuri's limber fingers drag through his hair and form a fist, lightly
tugging at him as he moaned something that could've been his name, and just the
thought of that made Otabek loose any coherent thought.
Yuri's mouth had fallen open and felt his hips buck up, making him feel
embarrassed for a second, but as he glanced down, Otabek didn't seem to mind at
all, he loved this, and the way Yuri had fucked into his mouth had been one of
the most satisfying things he could have ever imagined; judging by the way he
hadn't repeated the movement, it was clear to Otabek that Yuri hadn't meant to
do that, and knowing that he had brought Yuri that kind of pleasure that made
him loose control over his actions and only by working with his mouth made his
chest fill with pride, but did little to suppress the growing feeling of need
within his lower abdomen. He ran his tongue all over it, still bobbing his head
and occasionally moaning, completely unaware of the way the vibration made Yuri
shiver.
He continued to work away, doing his best to please Yuri and taking mental
notes at what made him shredder, gasp and moan, suddenly, he could hear Yuri
calling his name, but it sounded puddled and far away, as if he were
underwater, all he could register was how good the moans sounded in his ears,
how the occasional and involuntary thrust made Yuri whine with embarrassment
and the way his hands fisted his hair.
The pace at the which he moved and sucked quickened, and he looked up with
hooded eyes, to stare at Yuri before closing them again, instead focusing on
the sounds once more. He heard him moaning his name, again and again and again.
Like a prayer, almost, tugging at his hair desperately and squeezing his thighs
together, only being held apart by Otabek's hands on them.
"Beka," he heard him moan, "Beka, stop, I'm--" he repeated breathily.
In that moment he gasped and pulled away, startled and now back to reality. He
sat on his hands and knees, looking at Yuri and stuttering out a string of
apologies, not even daring to touch him in his panicked state.
Yuri looked at him with wide eyes for a few seconds, confused and sitting up
immediately. 
He took Otabek's face in his hands and pulled him in for a long kiss, realising
what he was apologising for. When he pulled back, he took in the sight in front
of him. Something about Otabek's wide and panicked eyes, which were starting to
water made his heart sink but his stomach flutter.
"Hey, Beka," He called again, face still in his hands, and placing his forehead
against his own, forcing him to look at his eyes.
Hesitantly, Otabek looked at him, ashamed before whispering another apology.
"I wasn't listening, I'm sorry Yura, I should've stopped," He said again and
Yuri said nothing, instead dragging his fingers along his sharp cheekbones with
a tender shh that made Otabek close his eyes and furrow his eyebrows.
Yuri felt himself heat up, his blush spreading from his cheeks down all the way
to his chest.
"Beka, you didn't let me finish," He said and stopped, embarrassed, "I didn't
want to cum yet,"
Otabek looked at him and his lips curled up slightly in a smile, as a laugh
bubbled up inside of him, a giggle escaped his mouth, making him blush madly,
in a way that Yuri had never seen him before. He felt something in his heart
that resembled fireworks and he felt Otabek's go around his waist and around
his shoulders. He felt Otabek push him back on the bed while he nuzzled his
face on the crook of his neck, as if he were trying to hide himself.
He groaned embarrassedly before lifting his chin and resting it on Yuri's
chest, looking up at him with bright eyes.
"Were you really? I didn't feel like I did much," He said with a sigh, "and if
you say yes you have no idea what you're going to do to my self esteem."
Yuri hummed and he felt Otabek move his hips into him slowly, not enough to get
him off, but enough to keep him going for a few more minutes.
Otabek closed his eyes and rested his cheek against Yuri's chest, breathing him
in, listened to him, his breathing, his heartbeat, which at first was faster
before it slowed, he felt his body under him, his fingers running up and down
his back, and he enjoyed the moment, for the minutes that passed.
The way his hips were now moving against him on their own, like it were second
nature, the way his underwear was the only thing between them, the way Otabek's
cheeks were still a bit flushed, his ears, the warmth of Otabek's breath
against his chest.
The fabric was starting to bother Yuri, and he dipped his fingers into the
waistband, resting them there before lifting his hips to meet Otabek's.
He felt him shiver and hiss above him.
He lifted himself up and rested his weight on his forearms, looking down at
Yuri, whose fingers were still on his waistband.
They stared at each other, mouths slightly open as they admired one another.
"Are we really going to do this?" Otabek asked Yuri and he leaned down, leaving
a kiss on his lips.
"Yeah," he answered a bit too quickly, and Otabek sighed, asking again.
"Are you sure?" His words were felt heavy, as if they had fallen onto his
chest, soaking.
Yuri understood what he meant, are you sure?, don't just say yes, think about
what you're saying, they're not just words, mean it.
"Yes." He answered and lifted his upper body and tilted his chin up, requesting
a kiss.
Otabek weighed his words, and looked at him, his eyes, his lips, his nose and
hair. He looked at the things that weren't there, too. His will, his worries,
his love, hid beauty, his characters, all the things that he loved about him,
all the things that made the delicate frame beneath him the most precious thing
in his heart.
He leaned down and whispered "Okay," before closing the gap.
Yuri's hands pushed Otabek's underwear down the rest of the way, before Otabek
kicked the rest of it off.
He sighed in relief and leaned his forehead against Yuri's, biting his lips. He
felt Yuri's hands come up to the sides of his jaw, caressing his face and
sending shivers through him.
He went back down, pulling Otabek with him and feeling his erection on top of
his own, his breath hitched, noticing how much of a difference Otabek's
underwear made, the feel of skin on skin like this felt much more present, it
made him realise how real this was and much more intimidating.
He tenses up a bit, something that Otabek notices and he opens his eyes to look
at him, intensely but with softness in his features.
"Have you done this before?" Yuri asked, before he could stop himself.
Otabek blinked and settled himself, trying to rest as little weight on top of
Yuri, "Not really, I haven't gotten this far," he answers relaxed, behind thick
eyelashes and there was silence for a few seconds.
Otabek stared at him and Yuri felt his face go warm. Otabek's lip curled up
slightly and he cupped his face. Yuri brought hands app to cover his face. Yuri
knew he wanted to give his all to Otabek, and he had never been more sure of
anything up until that moment in his life, but something about knowing that
Otabek wanted to do the same with him made his stomach do flips and face go
red.
"What?" he asked, voice soft and velvety, pure devotion behind the words as his
fingertips slowly stroked the back of Yuri's hands.
Yuri couldn't bring himself not to look at him at the soft tug of his words. He
took his hands away from his face, placing them on his broad shoulders, softly
running his hands up and down his biceps.
"Will you please just kiss me, you bastard?"
With an ever present tug at the corner of his lips, Otabek kissed him again,
and they both felt something change. Arms wrapped around each other, as if
afraid that they might go anywhere, but they both knew that wasn't
happening, never, ever, ever.
Yuri's legs wrapped themselves around Otabek's hips, ankles hooking, and
pressing him closer. 
It took a few tries, but Otabek managed to get inside of Yuri, though he wasn't
completely to blame, he thought, Yuri's laughing and teasing were making it
very hard to concentrate and move without bursting into laughter with him.
"It can't be that hard, Beka, just do it!" He laughed as he tried for the third
time, he'd tried to get on his knees and use his hands to guide his cock into
his ass, but Yuri had refused to let him go, making him have to aim blindly.
Otabek lifted his gaze to look at Yuri, bright eyes and dark pupils, flushed
cheeks and gave him one of those rare smiles, the ones that were reserved for
special people, teeth bared and closed eyes as he said, "Well, if it's so easy,
then you try it,"
"Hmm, maybe later," 
Maybe it wasn't what Yuri had expected, but the melodic sound of their laughs
and moans as he was positioned himself inside of him were better than anything
he could have ever imagined.
After a few more seconds of laughing, Otabek looked at him once again, 
"Yura," He whispered, now serious and in a tone that made him lose his head,
wanting to make him throw everything away he knew and cared about to be able to
concentrate solely on him, and he was almost sure he had already done that,
"please tell me if you want me to stop,"
He nodded and closed his eyes, his legs tightening around his hips and moving
his own upwards, making Otabek close his eyes and nod.
He started moving, rocking his hips into Yuri's, only barely, trying to find a
pace that made them both feel comfortable as he tried to get the hang of it.
It might have been a bit uncoordinated and the movements clearly inexperienced,
but still, Yuri closed his eyes at the pleasure that came with each slow
thrust. He sighed and moaned, throwing his head back as Otabek's hips found a
faster and steady rhythm.
Yuri could hear him asking questions between gasps and moans, are you okay?, is
this okay?, but all he could do to answer his questions was nod and dig his
nails into his shoulder blades.
He opened his eyes between huff and pants to take in the sight above him, and
each time he did, he couldn't help but notice that Otabek's eyes were fixated
on him every time, and if he looked anything like Otabek, with blown pupils,
hair sticking to his sweaty face, cheeks flushed, he could understand why he
stared as if he were the most beautiful piece of art in the world.
He chuckled at the thought and pulled him down for a kiss, sweet and tender.
Slowly but surely, the burning that was boring in the bottom of his gut
intensifies as Otabek angles himself upwards slightly more. He lets out a loud
gasp and Otabek's eyes open wide, as if understanding.
He leans down to his ear, whispering soft and wet. Kissing his shoulders,
collarbones and just about anything that his mouth can reach as he starts
moving his hips, hitting the same spot, over and over.
"Shit, Beka," he breathes, digging his nails into his shoulder blades.
He arches his back and he can hear Otabek pant against his neck, saying
something too complicated for him to make sense of, but he can feel himself
near the edge, with Otabek moaning and groaning, his hands on his body, the
cock up his ass.
He reached his hand to tangle it in his hair, pulling his face back to look at
Otabek's eyes and resting their foreheads together, as they both seemed to
understand what the other was saying.
When Otabek's arms tightens around Yuri's middle, and he screws his eyes shut,
almost sobbing out his name, Yuri knows he's reached his peak. He feels him cum
inside of him, and just by the way it felt, he soon joins him.
As Otabek murmured soft words in kazakh into his neck, his lips hovering above
the reddened skin, though he couldn't understand what they meant, he could feel
their meaning, by the way they seemed to wrap around him like silk ribbons,
Yuri let himself be engulfed by them – by Otabek – completely, letting any and
all worries be washed away as he rode the aftershocks.
He slowly dragged his fingers along his sweaty hair, making Otabek look at him.
Yuri greeted him with a small smile and a chuckle.
His mouth could've been curling upwards, maybe only slightly or maybe not at
all, but Yuri could tell, the shine in his eyes was that of a smile.
"Good?"
"Great," Yuri said, still panting softly and still flushed down his chest. 
Otabek hummed and admired as Yuri's thick and blond eyelashes touched his
cheekbones, the same way they did when they were dancing, but this time, the
context was completely different. He could rest his hand on his cheek, and drag
his thumb over his soft cheekbones, grazing the tip of his eyelashes if he
wanted to. And he wanted to. He did.
When Yuri's eyelashes parted, he looked at Otabek's hair, his hand was still
tangled in the dark curls. It looked just as soft as it had before, even after
what they had just done, and it felt even softer. Though it wasn't tidy
anymore, it was sticking to his sweaty forehead, he felt proud, knowing he had
mussed it up himself, and he would mess it up again and again. Whenever he got
the chance, he though, it wouldn't even have to be sexual, he'd be grateful
enough to be close enough to mess it up whenever he wanted to, grocery
shopping, having coffee, anytime.
"Will you please sleep with me tonight, Yura?" Otabek asked, chin tilted
upwards, asking for a kiss.
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Yuri almost jumped awake at the unexpected warmth of Otabek's arms, but as he
came to his senses, all of the memories of the night before, the sighed,
blushed and smiled at himself.
He placed his hands on Otabek's chest, running the tips of his fingers over it,
and over every mark he'd left, from his neck, to his jaw, to his collarbone,
trying to picture what he looked like.
He laid his head down, resting it on the crook of Otabek's arm, his body
blocking the bright morning light that came from the thin curtains on the
windows and as one hand rested on Otabek's cheek, the other snaked to the back
of his head.
He couldn't stop himself from running his fingers over it, it was a grounding
action. 
He stayed that way for a while, contemplating the way Otabek's even breathing
was the only noise to fill the room.
"Like a flower," mumbled Yuri, running his fingers from the nape of his neck to
the top of his head slowly.
Otabek stirred at the sound of his voice and slowly opened his eyes, looking at
him groggily with a barely-there smile "What're you talking about?" He asked
airily with a small laugh. Yuri almost forgot to answer, instead focusing on
Otabek's messy hair, he had been fantasising about messing his tidy hair up and
making it stick up in all sorts of directions. And the way his eyes looked at
him, even in their sleepy state, as if there was nothing else to focus on had
made it even harder to really understand what he was asking.
"Your hair," He croaked, clarifying, "Your undercut is fuzzy like the underside
of a flower."
Otabek blinked, confused and stared at him with a smile. He brought up his hand
up to rest on his cheek. Yuri instinctively leaned his into the touch, his eyes
fluttering shut, finding himself unable to resist Otabek's hand on his face.
"Your hair looks like it glows in this light," He confessed in return, "like
its a halo."
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Yakov was mad at him, but Yuri suspected that the reason he wouldn't meet his
eyes and his face was as red as it wasn't anger.
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Who would've guessed that during their goodbyes, they'd be smiling so much? Who
would've guessed that the kiss that they shared before Otabek finally boarded
his flight would be one with wide smiles and crashing teeth. And how as
Otabek's arm slid from around Yuri's shoulders and Yuri's arms form Otabek's
waist, the look they exchanged wasn't filled with tears.
Neither one would ever be able to put it into words, but they both knew that
there was something special between them, that no one else would ever had, not
the same way they did, nor would they understand, but they knew and that was
what mattered.
They understood each other, and they completed each other, and they loved each
other; and they both knew this with certainty, but they wouldn't say it for
another while.
The kiss they shared with wide smiles and crashing teeth wasn't a goodbye, it
was a promise.
 
End Notes
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