Otabek's close, because he doesn't talk much or seem to have all the massive outward energy of most of the others on the ice, but he's viciously competitive and he's won today, and here's another thing that he wants that he's being allowed to have, even before he really knew he'd reached for it.
He is not used to things being this easy.
Yuri pulls him in with his legs, tight, and the friction spikes, but if he had to peel apart this moment, he would say it's the scream that actually does it, even though it's felt in his shoulder more than heard, the way Yuri does this like everything else he does-- violent and angry and brilliant. His own noises are quiet, but there's a different quality to them for Yuri to squirrel away, something a little wounded, soft, in his ear.
He sinks down to the floor with Yuri's legs still slung over his hips a moment later and that he doesn't just fall on his ass is pretty impressive since he's sinking there because he's pretty sure he can't hold them both up anymore. He keeps Yuri locked tight in his arms though, and he's hit by an aftershock he's not expecting, when the weight of him settles in his lap, hands able to cup opposite sides of him around.
Probably this should be awkward. Maybe it's going to be awkward. They hadn't really even sort of been like this before or talked about this. But right now, Otabek really doesn't care about any of that. He wants to kiss Yuri some more, so he does, gentler now.
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Date: 2017-04-04 12:43 pm (UTC)He is not used to things being this easy.
Yuri pulls him in with his legs, tight, and the friction spikes, but if he had to peel apart this moment, he would say it's the scream that actually does it, even though it's felt in his shoulder more than heard, the way Yuri does this like everything else he does-- violent and angry and brilliant. His own noises are quiet, but there's a different quality to them for Yuri to squirrel away, something a little wounded, soft, in his ear.
He sinks down to the floor with Yuri's legs still slung over his hips a moment later and that he doesn't just fall on his ass is pretty impressive since he's sinking there because he's pretty sure he can't hold them both up anymore. He keeps Yuri locked tight in his arms though, and he's hit by an aftershock he's not expecting, when the weight of him settles in his lap, hands able to cup opposite sides of him around.
Probably this should be awkward. Maybe it's going to be awkward. They hadn't really even sort of been like this before or talked about this. But right now, Otabek really doesn't care about any of that. He wants to kiss Yuri some more, so he does, gentler now.