A few thousand. Yuri can't focus on any one of them for more then a breath. Then something else is demanding attention attention. The stretch. The fact it's Beka. Tremors against his palms, sweat beginning to prickle on his brow, the feel of so much skin. He's not sure if he's supposed to move, or hold still, and does not quite succeed at either.

He's leaking. Prick so hard it's starting to hurt, more then anything Otabek's doing to his ass. Yuri fumbles for it. Fingers clumsy but any touch is a relief.

He doesn't think to ask for help. A distraction right now seems like a bad idea. Though Yuri's no doubt plenty distracting no matter what he does.