Otabek is still quiet, but "quiet" is not the same as silent, the noises he makes are sharp, unselfconscious. He's got the same new appreciation for walls that Yuri does and he leans him into another one, just because it lets him get closer, press in more. He doesn't know where this is coming from-- it's never even been something he was interested in, beyond the typical adolescent fantasy or two. But those were safe in bed, alone, frustrated. Ever since he's made concrete decisions about his skating career there's been neither time, nor energy, nor desire for anything like this.
He doesn't care where it's coming from, though, just where it's going and that's his mouth down Yuri's neck to a place lower than before but where he's definitely leaving a mark this time, and either working on buttons or dragging every scrap of fabric on his torso up and over his head, hands back on skin as soon as he gets things open or out of the way.
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Date: 2017-04-13 12:09 pm (UTC)He doesn't care where it's coming from, though, just where it's going and that's his mouth down Yuri's neck to a place lower than before but where he's definitely leaving a mark this time, and either working on buttons or dragging every scrap of fabric on his torso up and over his head, hands back on skin as soon as he gets things open or out of the way.