Everything with Otabek is distilled (some naysayers might say beaten) down to it's component parts, churned through until it's simplified, makes sense. This makes sense already, even though he doesn't know how it got started or why it's happening quite like this. He moves his hand out of Yuri's hair to get even better leverage under his thighs, ass, and everything is heated and perfect, exactly as it should be. He grips what might be bruises into tender skin, but it's in the name of finding an even better angle, a way to make this even more intense.

They're careening towards an edge, something irrevocable, here, and Otabek doesn't talk much but there's really no reason to hold a lot back when he does want to say something, so it's hardly something he has to think about, to growl out,

"Hurry up... I want to watch you come."