Yuri's underwear slides off somewhere in the process. It doesn't quite register as being naked. There's too much sensation to think. He keens at having so much touch, like he's starving for it. Hips bucking erratically. Pulse after pulse of heat running up his dick.
Then there's teeth. A yelp. Next nails digging into shoulders, shoving Otabek into the sheets. Yuri stares down at him. The lamplight casting him half in shadow, hair spilling out of the ponytail. He looks wrecked. Bruises from Otabek's mouth already blooming on his skin.
He also looks like he could tear the room apart.
"How does this work?" he demands. "Is there - Do you want something?"
This is the closest he can get to actually asking Otabek if he's had sex. With... well, anyone else.
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Date: 2017-04-16 09:53 pm (UTC)Then there's teeth. A yelp. Next nails digging into shoulders, shoving Otabek into the sheets. Yuri stares down at him. The lamplight casting him half in shadow, hair spilling out of the ponytail. He looks wrecked. Bruises from Otabek's mouth already blooming on his skin.
He also looks like he could tear the room apart.
"How does this work?" he demands. "Is there - Do you want something?"
This is the closest he can get to actually asking Otabek if he's had sex. With... well, anyone else.