At least for the first moments, Otabek is concentrating so hard on Yuri that he barely feels anything. He outright moans for the spread of vaseline on his cock, but once Yuri's actually lowering himself on him, he goes silent, has to force himself to breathe and ends up doing it in time to Yuri's probably less even breaths. He knows Yuri won't want to be coddled about, but his hands stroke his thighs up and down, soothingly, without him thinking about it.

It's when he gets about an inch down that Otabek's expression finally shifts from intensely focused on Yuri to the first signs that all of this is catching up with him. Another minute shift downwards has him catching his breath outside of the rhythm he was setting and then there's a low groan, expression melting into something Yuri's never seen on his face before, fingers clenching into skin suddenly with the effort of holding himself still while Yuri keeps going.

"Fuck... Yuri..." it's all he can manage.