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Pressing the thin keycard to the sensor, the blonde walked through the exquisite hotel room feeling exceptionally smug and slightly giddy that he had just won gold at the Grand Prix Finals. It was like all his blood, sweat, and tears weren't in vain, all his effort had finally paid off. Humming to himself, he turned to the other skater, closing the door behind them, "Better luck next time, Beka!" He teased.
Otabek gave a genuine half smile, "You did great Yura," he walked over swiftly pulling the smaller man into a hug. He felt so delicate in his arms, thin, but healthy.
Yuri was a bit surprised by the affection. They were friends of course, so it wasn't out of the ordinary. But, it was different. He hadn't really hugged Otabek before, unless you count holding onto him while riding bitch seat on Beka's motorbike. He was warm, his cologne lightly melting into the tender embrace. It was more comforting than congratulating, but the blonde didn't mind. He knew Otabek was more quiet, preferring to rely on actions rather than words when it came to expressing his feelings. He smiled, holding his arms just above the raven's elbows, unable to reach his shoulders due to being one of the unbearably shortest ice-skaters in all of Russia.
It was nice, almost cute even that this is what Beka came up with.
Viridian eyes shot up in surprise, painting his expression like a canvas. In one swift motion, Otabek was slightly bent over him, their lips suddenly connecting. Beka's lips pressing softly against his own, twisting into a firm, but gentle kiss. It was slow, pure and completely random, but the blonde found himself pulling him closer, dissolving into the kiss.
His heart began hammering in his chest, it was completely unexpected. And yet, Yuri couldn't help but kiss back. Hard. He wanted Otabek for everything he was worth. He was sexy, with dark irises that pierce into any soul. No, his body. Chiseled muscles pressing against his small frame. He needed this, he needed him, he needed--
God I need everything, till there's nothing left.
Otabek matched Yuri move for move as if reading his mind. His hands, his lips. God those lips. Trailing, kissing him intensely, lingering down to his flawless neck. Biting into sensitive flesh, he knew would leave marks, but Yuri didn't care, he was lost, gone. succumbing to the void between lust and pleasure, an oblivion that only Otabek knew how to take him.
And take, he did.
It was like time stood still and Otabek was making love to his body. Every kiss, every suck, every bite seemed to last forever, paving paths into his skin that only the raven knew how to travel. The blonde knew it lasted for only a few seconds, but the sensations Beka left underneath his fingertips was like a burning fire headed straight between the blonde's legs.
He hadn't even been touched and his cock was aching.
He whimpered, his skin between the other man's teeth.
Yuri's lips parted ever so slightly letting his little moans escape past his thin lips. Otabek seized his opportunity, pulling Yuri's face into his hands, taking the other man's tongue betwixt his teeth and sucked.
Yuri moaned into Beka's mouth. He couldn't help it.
He couldn't help anything.
Otabek was everywhere; he was so fast, so skilled. He worshiped Yuri's body, without him even realising it, he was digging his nails into Beka's shirt, into his back. He had never been treated with so much care. It only made Yuri want him more. He wanted him so desperately, he wanted to drown himself into the abyss, sinking into a man that could shake him down to the depths of his very core. All he could do was kiss back
They hadn't even had sex yet and Yuri was on the edge.
He couldn't help anything, anymore.
His pupils were blown with utter lust, Yuri couldn't contain himself. He couldn't control it. He shoved Otabek into the wall. He didn't care anymore. The blonde wanted more and he was willing to take it. It felt like slow motion but everything happened so fast.
In a matter of long insatiable seconds
Yuri managed to strip Beka's lower half with incredible speed. Loosening the belt, undoing the metal clasp, dropping it to the floor, undoing his button, pulling down the zipper-- he didn't even bother taking the pants off. No. Yuri fucking Plisetsky wanted Otabek now. No way in fucking hell was he going to deny himself a moment longer by sliding those jeans off. No, instead his desperate hands were eagerly reaching through the zipper, pulling out Beka's hot, engorged member through the middle hole of the thin fabric of his boxers.
He couldn't control himself, his hands longing to thrill, his grip immediately wrapping around that engorged swollen length, kneading it, caressing it in both hands, feeling a delicious pulse within his grasp. Otabek was left leaning his back against the smooth wall, lowly gasping for air as if it was stolen with every tug, twist, and drag. Forced to lovingly suffer literally at the hands of his fellow competitor. His eyes flutter shut, thrusting his cock into Yuri's dainty hands.
And before he knew it, Yuri plummets to his knees.
He leans down, pressing the tip of his tongue to Beka's enthralling slit, flicking it fast a few times, before genuinely lapping up the webbing pearls of precum. He begins to drag his tongue along the underside, feeling the desperate pulse of Beka's veins. Yuri couldn't resist, peppering small quick kisses along those eager pulses, before puckering his lips around the swollen head. Yuri sucked lightly, taking his time with Beka's cock. It was thick and swollen, his veins decorating his length beautifully.
He was curved, and well hung. Yuri went on to pump the base, unable to take the entirety of Beka's cock in one go. He slid his lips a little further down, pulling back up to swirl the head, only to once again go down a little further this time, trying to take Otabek's dick inch by fervid inch. Trailing his tongue along the pulsating veins, feeling the outline indefinitely, trying to take as much length as possible before twisting his head back up to the tip once more.
Otabek relished every second.
He loved the way Yuri's tongue danced down his length. Encircling his head passionately, trying to take every succulent inch. Twisting his lips, and swallowing him down. It felt so incredibly astonishing, insatiably so. Otabek couldn't hold back much longer, he trying his best not to thrust too much in hopes not to trigger the blonde's gag reflex. He needed more, though finding himself unable to hold back any longer. Yuri's mouth was just so tight, so wet. Beka couldn't stop himself. It was too good, too hot. He needed to drive his cock deeper, harder, faster.
He buried his left hand in Yuri's hair, shoving his cock deeper into that richly moist mouth. The back of Yuri's head was slightly sweaty, his hair sticking to the sides of his face. Feeling the Insatiable need, driving his dick hard and fast into that beautiful face hungrily unable to halt his unwavering thrusts. He fucked Yuri's flawless face fervently into oblivion, he was so tight and with every ardent swallow, his cock, trembling forward loving the unyielding pressure.
Otabek was close, so unbearably close.
Pulling his cock all the way out and forcing its way in was something in itself entirely. He was so close and Yuri knew exactly how to push him over the edge. He wanted to cum so badly, he wanted Yuri to take his load and drink every drop. He wanted to shove Yuri off and shoot his hot cum all over that cute little face. He wanted to make Yuri his slut making him take the entirety of his length not only in his mouth, but in his ass.
He had so many fantasies. He could feel his cock trembling, begging as he was on the edge praying for ecstasy to wash over him. Throbbing endlessly, forcing his cock all the way down to the base. Feeling Yuri swallow, loving every second his throat squeezes his length. He almost couldn't take the Insatiable pleasure. Almost. Until Yuri denies him such pleasures, pulling off his cock completely with Otabek's cock drenched in spit, leaking profusely, literally seconds away from blowing his load all over the blonde's face.
The Kazakh made a small grunt in protest, his eyes twisting open in bewilderment of the blonde's sudden change of heart.
Except nothing could have prepared him for the sight of Yuri utterly naked.
He was absolutely stunning. His body, lean, but toned and just perfect. He has such a delicate frame, beautifully smooth skin save for the little sprinkles of sun-kisses peppered along the vast expanse of his porcelain flesh, like a canvas speckled with paint. Yuri surely wasn't a saint, he certainly has his moments. But, nothing could compare to seeing him like this. Seeing him so vulnerable and willing to open himself up speaks volumes in the trust he lends Otabek, but undoubtedly sexy, His lips swollen, looking deliciously plump from getting his face shamelessly fucked.
His emotions of lust and hunger along with surprise must have been apparent on his face because the blonde began to smirk, he leans up on his toes and pulls Otabek into an enthralling wet kiss, the Kazahk able to taste himself on Yuri's lips. He smiled into the kiss, cheeky bastard.
But, it was short-lived, the blonde pulling off, breaking the kiss only to whisper into Otabek's ear, "Beka," he whined in a husky voice, his accent thick with lust, bringing his right leg up to the other man's shoulder, Damn, he's flexible, "hn please I want--"
But before he could even finish his thoughts, Otabek didn't miss a beat, Yuri rendered speechless, he picked up his thighs and held him up for only a moment turning them around so Yuri's back was against the wall, he lined up his aching cock with that wondrous sweltering hole, lowering the blonde on his engorged dick slowly. The raven only wishing he had prepped Yuri thoroughly first, wanting to find his wondrous spot deep inside him, wanting to know the very place that would cause Yuri to fall apart. Oh well.
He didn't give Yuri any warning, as he slid his engorged member in, relishing in the firm tightness within. He began to move, without hesitation, pounding into Yuri with utter strength. He was amazingly tight around Otabek's cock, Yuri took him hard and raw, shoving his cock down to the base. His ears falling deaf upon his own breathing, all he could hear was Yuri moaning at the top of his lungs attempting to reclaim his breath. Otakbek didn't stop, didn't give him time to adjust. No, he continued to pull his cock out to the head and push it back in with such intensity.
Thrusting deep, Yuri's body became victim to the walls holding him upright. slamming into them fiercely, echos traveling throughout the room. The sound of skin slapping against skin as Otabek's balls slap fervently against Yuri's smooth skin. Yuri was overcome with ecstasy filling his entire body Otabek was big, filling him to the brim. He could feel Beka's cock trembling and twitching as Yuri's own ass puckered around his engorged length.
Beka was unwavering, unyielding he slammed into Yuri who took everything, while the brunette was so concentrated on chasing euphoria. He was hitting Yuri's prostate over and over, the blonde knew he was loud but he didn't care, Otabek felt like heaven, he's so good. He didn't care who heard or what they were doing, he just knew he couldn't stop. Beka was relentless, Yuri's eyes roll back, chanting his lover's name over and over. He loved every second, every moment, his heart was pounding out of his chest. His face burning with heat, dripping with sweat. All Yuri could do was chase his dragon, losing his voice to the throes of vicious sex.
Otabek leans in for a sloppy, wet, passionate kiss swallowing all of the blonde's moans; he sounds incredibly dirty. Like something out of his wildest fantasies. He's reduced Yuri into nothing more than his filthy slut, craving his cock needing it, wanting it loving it. Yuri was hot, and Otabek absolutely loved enslaving Yuri to his orgasm, to his cock, to utter lust that threatens to consume his mind. Yuri wanted to drown in everything that was Otabek, he was surrounded by pleasure. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last, all he knew was that he didn't want it to end.
Otabek was losing it, his mind going completely blank. All he could focus on, was how Yuri was fluttering around his swollen dick, dripping, pulsating, twitching with need. Craving to plunge deep and deeper until the pleasure is too great that he shakes with ecstasy overwhelming his body. His face, dripping sweat, his skin entirely soaked. His body, on fire, with an unshakable need to keep drilling himself further, faster. Yuri was screaming, squeaking, moaning, he was so far gone, he began to whisper sweet little nothings in Russian.
His voice hushed like the words of the most tender lullaby, his voice, practically gone. He was begging for ecstasy, begging for oblivion, craving everything and wanting release. His face looked like he was close, like he was going to see just how much pleasure could overcome him. He tightens his body, his hands wrapping themselves around Otabek, finding their way around his shoulders.
His nails dig, stab, and claw into Otabek's beautiful olive skin, Yuri's face twists into something beautiful, his head is spinning- just a little more please- his body begins to shake. He breaks their dirty kiss, biting into Otabek's neck, hard. Yuri's on the brink, his lips pull off to reveal a beautiful purple wet bruise, his teeth marks visible. He whispers, "I can't, I can't." barely even audible, but Otabek could hear every syllable and doesn't let up. He keeps pushing into Yuri with everything he's got, putting all his strength into each powerful thrust. He wants, no- He needs Yuri to reach his next high. Quickening his pace, practically tearing Yuri apart. He's close, so fucking close. He's almost there, it feels so good. His jaw clenches, he can't hear anything anymore. His eyes slamming shut, and before he knew it...
The both came at simultaneously chests heaving, their bodies utterly exhausted. Yuri's breathing is so ragged, they hold each other like that pressed against each other chest to chest, Beka leaning his face against Yuri's, their sweat, their bodies, all becoming one. Yuri's seed spilled between them, but they could care less.
Their bodies relax, somehow keeping each other in place, Their minds going drawing blank, muddled, and fuzzy. Otabek opens his eyes and notices delicate tears along Yuri's face. Beka slips a small smile and brings his thumb up to Yuri's cheeks, brushing them away. Yuri mumbles something that sounds like, "m' okay."
They hold each other for a moment longer, basking in the throes of ecstasy. Otabeks lifts Yuri, holding him close as he makes his way to bed.