Yuri's retort gets garbled at the pressure. Hips rocking automatically into Otabek's hand, finally finally finally on his prick. It's a thrill and also? Kind of scary. Yuri has worked his whole life to get his body to do what he wants. Having it act without him is an entirely new thing.

He grits his teeth. Closing his eyes and wills himself still. It's possible, though he can still feel all that skin. The muscles twitching between his thighs. The idea of letting go - just letting Otabek drive -

Yuri wants to see where this goes.

"Where's the Vaseline?"