Yuri pants through the thrusting. Moans going shallow and almost wounded as Beka pushes him deeper into the sheets. Except the kissing doesn't stop. And if there's any pause at all Yuri's trying to grind his hips up again. He wants to do this for Otabek. Be good at this, make him feel as good as Yuri just did. Even as each move shakes him apart.

He's too far past the edge to consider anything else.