Nothing about Otabek looks anywhere near as desperate. He's maybe a little flushed and mussed, but he's not giving off many signs of what they've been doing otherwise.

Except his hand slips on the door handle and puts the key in the wrong way and drops it once, fumbling, before they are finally slipping into the room and he doesn't even bother turning the light on before they're kissing again, though he fumbles for the switch without taking his mouth off of Yuri's. He drags him back in to the line of his body, hands and mouth starving for him, ravenous.