Are You Wearing Anything Under That?

Horrible Realisation

"Fuck Yura." Otabek groaned as his hands flicked up and gripped Yuri's arse, moving it against himself. "You have no idea what you are doing to me." Otabek's voice broke while he was speaking but he slowed his movements, tugging on Yuri's hips to let go. Yuri reluctantly obliged, putting both feet on the floor only to be yanked forward again into Otabek's arms.

"Yura, there is so much I want to tell you, so much I want to do to you, fuck so much I want to do to you, but this morning, it's got to be quick... if we take too long, Viktor might come looking again..." Otabek's voice trailed off as he looked down at Yuri who squinted his eyes, furrowing his brows as he considered.

Yuri, obviously coming to some conclusion, pushed up onto his tiptoes, using his hands to move Otabek's ear closer to his mouth. Yuri took a shaky breath "Then what are you waiting for?" Yuri smiled as he heard his boyfriend suck in a sharp gasp.

Before Yuri knew what was happening Otabek had slid his hands under Yuri's shirt and pulled it off over his head. Yuri smiled broadly as he reached down before unbuttoning Otabek's jeans and pushing them down around his feet so he could step out of them. Yuri's mouth fell open as he stared at Otabek's hard on that had sprung up when he had removed his underpants.

"Holy shit." Yuri breathed, acknowledging his own rapid growing fear of anxiety and inadequacy. "Jesus Beka." Yuri's eyes trailed up his boyfriend's body until they meet his eyes, they were full of questioning more than lust as Otabek's hands were resting on the front of Yuri's pants.

"Yeah?" Otabek's face was flushed and Yuri wondered if it was from embarrassment or longing. Yuri pushed Otabek's hands away, unbuttoning and sliding off his own pants, not that in any way he could compete with the monstrously, huge and delicious hard on Otabek was sporting, there was no way Yuri would be outdone in boldness.

As soon as Yuri stepped his feet out of his pants Otabek's hands were on him, wrapping around his waist and pulling him close, Otabek nuzzling his face into Yuri's hair, kissing a small line up his neck to his ear.

"Fuck Yura, you're so fucking hot. Can I make you nice and wet now?" Otabek's boldness and lewd voice in his ear surprised Yuri so much his knees nearly gave out. He had never heard anyone talk like that before in person and he wasn't completely sure how he was going to handle someone else touching him while he was naked but there was no fucking way he was backing out now. Pretty sure his dick would never have forgiven him.

Yuri tilted his head so he could kiss his Otabek's cheek, grabbing a hand from his waist he dragged Otabek with him to the other side of the bathroom, shoving aside the curtain and turning on the tap, the temperature already set from his shower the previous day.

As Yuri bent forward, holding his hand under the spray of the water, waiting for it to go hot he felt Otabek bend him. Otabek sliding his thigh between Yuri's bare legs, leaning forward and kissing Yuri's spine as he shivered in new feelings. As soon as the water was warm enough to be bearable Yuri took a step away and plunged himself under it.

When he stuck his head out, he smiled shyly at the man watching his movements as he pushed his now wet hair out of his face, Otabek moving his body against his till they were pressed against one another. "I knew you would look good wet." Otabek breathed out as Yuri growled and ran his tongue over Otabek's bottom lip.

They kissed roughly for a minute while Otabek's hands roamed over Yuri's chest, arse and thighs. When Yuri had to break for air, tilting his head back in pleasure he fought to control his voice as Otabek's hand finally gripped Yuri's desperately hard cock. "Sh-shit." Yuri stuttered as new waves of pleasure fogged his vision.