Otabek has never really been accused of being cautious exactly, but he does normally deliberate things quite a bit. He's not normally impulsive, the risks he takes are always thought through, calculated.

The noise is swallowed by the engine. Mostly. Not enough.

There's a hand in the small of Yuri's back, suddenly, and then he's pressed flat across the bike, and there's nothing calculated about it, nor about the way Otabek grinds forward against him, a low growl rising in his chest. He has to get at least some of this tension to go somewhere, or he's not going to be safe to drive, but giving into it just seems to make everything pull tighter.