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“Otabek!” Yuri called out. He waved his arms, jumping up and down as the spec slowly but surely grew to the outline of his dear friend.
“Yuri!” Otabek greeted in a rare display of visceral excitement. His eyes gently crinkled as he smiled, but as he got closer, the smile faded from his face. “Yuri?”
“Surprise!” he said in a faux cheery tone. “I’m taller now.”
“You’re taller than me,” Otabek corrected.
“Yes. Dissapointed?”
“No…” he trailed off. He reached out to tuck Yuri’s cropped hair behind his ear. “It’s not bad,” he added, “Just different.”
Yuri accompanied Otabek on his trek to the hotel, sharing everything that had happened since they last saw each other. Once they were in the elevator, Otabek turned to face him.
“How’s your grandfather?”
“Oh, he’s doing well! I have some lamb pirozhki he made for you when we get back to the house.”
Otabek nodded, satisfied with his answer. “Do you have to go back home soon?”
Yuri shook his head, his face heating up. “I can stay as long as you want.”
There was a long pause as the elevator dinged, signaling they were stopping. The doors opened and an elderly couple shuffled between them. Yuri was grateful for the distraction.
By the time they reached Otabek’s room the tension was palpable. They sat on the couch in the living space after Otabek set his luggage down in the bedroom.
“So, anything else you want to tell me?”
“No, not really,” Yuri replied, trying to keep his tone light. He wanted to remain conversational. He wanted to enjoy the little time they had to spend together. He did not want to address the elephant in the room.
“Are you sure?” he urged. Sometimes it felt like Yuri was made of glass, transparent and thin; Otabek saw right through him.
“Do you…do you still think I’m cute?” he mumbled, digging the toes of his boots into the plush carpet. It marred the surface of the shaggy fabric, creating a rugged dent.
“Of course not,” he quickly replied.
Yuri almost fell out of his seat.
“I think you’re beautiful.”
Oh.
Oh.
Yuri glanced to the side in an attempt to catch a glimpse without Otabek noticing, but he was caught red-handed as Otabek was already watching him.
“You thought because you grew a couple of centimeters I wasn’t going to like you anymore, hm?”
Yuri’s face heated up as he turned his head away. His skin was burning. Otabek’s warm hand grabbed his, sending a jolt through his body. An intense prickle of heat grew near his lower abdomen.
“Yuri, look at me.”
He turned back to look at him again, focusing on his facial features. His eyes were darker than usual, his lips parted as he breathed slowly, and the tips of his ears were red.
“I think,” Yuri started, licking his lips. His mouth was dry like he had just swallowed sand. “I think that you’re very handsome.”
Otabke’s other hand covered the lower half of his face. He sighed. “C’mere.”
Yuri leaned in and Otabek cupped his cheeks with both hands, pulling him in for a kiss. His lips moved gently against him, unhurriedly as if he was savoring every bit of him. Yuri sucked on his bottom lip and Otabek groaned, adjusting so he could wrap his legs around him. Yuri was between his legs, Otabek's erection pressing against him. He pulled away, a smirk on his face.
“Just from a kiss?”
“No, from kissing you,” Otabek corrected.
They hurriedly yanked their clothes off of each other, layer by layer and piece by piece. Otabek’s coat lay haphazardly on the floor, his sensible and plain attire next to Yuri’s flashy leopard-print leather jacket. They removed each other’s sweaters, Otabek planting kisses up and down Yuri’s bare arms. Otabek fumbled with the button on Yuri’s jeans. Yuri wiggled out of them and helped him out of his own pants. The buckle on his belt made a soft thud as it hit the carpet.
“Yuri,” he groaned, pressing him closer. He laid on his back, Yuri laying directly on top of him. In this position he couldn’t easily kiss him with the height difference.
Yuri noticed, his expression apologetic. “Sorry, I know I’m a little too tall.”
“I have no problem,” Otabek started, propping himself up so he could reach Yuri’s lips, “Reaching for the things I want.”
Yuri’s skin grew hotter with his comment. Everything about this was making his mind foggy and his vision hazy. Otabek was really laying beneath him, the thin fabric of their underwear the only thing separating them from being completely naked. He could feel Otabek’s length pulsing, throbbing as it pressed against his own. Yuri gave in, slotting their mouths together as they grinded their hips.
The friction was a relief, but he needed more. He desperately needed more. Otabek’s hands were wrapped around his waist, his head resting in the crook of Yuri’s shoulder. Yuri held himself up with one hand so he could straddle him instead. This was better, the pressure was firmer and closer to skin.
The outline of Otabek’s length rubbed between Yuri’s cheeks, dangerously close to his hole. It twitched in anticipation as he panted, working himself into a frenzy on top of him. Otabek’s hands firmly grasped the flesh of Yuri’s ass as he groaned.
“Yuri, this feels,” he said under his breath. He didn’t finish the sentence. They both knew.
“Yes, yes,” Yuri agreed. His cock was rubbing against Otabek’s stomach.
Otabek took over, lifting Yuri up and laying him on the couch so he could lay directly on top of him. “This feels better.”
Their lengths were rubbing together through the thin fabric, dark wet spots poking out from their pre-cum staining the material. Otabek kissed Yuri’s neck. Yuri moaned, the sensation numbing his mind. He was weak to the pleasure Otabek offered him. They grinded on each other fervently, wasting no time bringing each other closer to the edge.
“Yuri,” Otabek groaned, his cheeks ruddy from overexertion. “Come for me.”
Yuri’s head was spinning. He was so close he could taste it, that coil inside of him about to snap. Otabek nipped at his neck and Yuri saw stars, his vision blurred as he finished. His release seeped through his underwear as Otabek grunted, his movements ceasing once he reached his peak.
They lay there breathless, trying to recover their strength.
“We’re athletes,” Yuri commented, “We should not be this tired.”
“I don’t think…that’s how that works,” Otabek replied.
Once they regained the ability to breathe like normal, Yuri cupped Otabek’s face in his hands. “You think I’m beautiful, huh?”
Otabek licked his lips, grinning. “And you think I’m handsome?”
“Maybe I do.”
“Good, because I definitely think you’re beautiful. And strong. And capable.”
Yuri’s face flushed, his cheeks warm with embarrassment. “Okay, you can stop.”
“Never,” Otabek replied as Yuri dropped his hands from his face. “You’re dazzling, like the eighth wonder of the world. Of my world. I don’t want this to be the first and last time…” he trailed off.
“It won’t be,” Yuri promised.
Otabek reached out to him when he needed a friend. Even with five centimeters between them, Yuri would stay by his side - no matter what - as his boyfriend.