Yuri is the opposite. This is the kid who jumped quads at twelve, hunted Viktor to Japan, challenged a Grand Prix finalist to a skate-off. Became a prima ballerina when all that didn't work. He chases, chases, always chases. It seems impossible how he can have so much control on the ice and be so volatile off it.

Anyway, he's hardly going to start being reasonable now.

"Fuck!" he swears as the vibrations turn into a quake. It echoes through the garage. Louder then the bike, this time. It's hard to tell which is more of a turn-on - the humming against his dick or Otabek pushing him into it.