As for Yuri, he keeps waiting for this to feel strange. He knows what Beka looks like, under his clothes. Is still aching from riding his dick.

But it just... doesn't. It was weirder when they met. (Re-met?) Otabek demanding to know if he was going to be allowed in Yuri's life or not. Changing the entire routine. This - kissing, even the sex - just feels like adding more steps, jumps. Building it out to a final result. Not that it's simple. It's huge.

Just not weird.

Then the smell of cinnamon hits Yuri. And until he gets his first bite of pastry nothing else matters. The roll is a mess, and he makes absolutely no effort to keep the icing off his fingers. Or to keep back some pretty indecent noises.