alwaysthequietones

Otabek has a moment to be startled at his own reaction to that kiss, the way the sharp flare of pain pulls everything tight for a moment, makes his skin feel like it's going to peel off, before they're tumbling down into the bed, Yuri on top of him. His hands clench harder on his ass in response, enough that he's probably leaving bruises in pale skin, but he needs that leverage to pull him down into his grind up hard enough.

Yuri's hands are everywhere and he's never really thought much about whether it would feel good to be touched like that, someone assessing the raw power tied up in his body through their palms. He's going to go mad with it, is the answer, needs more.

It does occur to him that this is the same feeling he had on the bike and Yuri hadn't responded well, but he also doesn't know how to stop at this point, doesn't even remember the word for it in a language they share, but he can at least manage,

"Pants," like it's an order. He's aware that that means he's going to have to stop grinding on Yuri for long enough to have that happen, but he also hasn't exactly worked out how he's going to do that either.