alwaysthequietones

It's like a cool down after practice. You can't just stop. You need to ramp back down to normal, or everything seizes up. Or something. All Yuri knows is the urge to curl up is irresistible. He presses into Otabek's shoulder. Lets his eyes slide closed. Not to sleep - not yet, anyway, not with Otabek still in his ass - he just - needs this. To hold on, at least until his body stops trying to shake apart.

After a second he pulls one of Otabek's hands back to his hair.