When Yuri moves, he weaves a delicate pattern of lust, not just when he's on the ice, spinning, and looping in and out of step sequences with seraphic grace, but off the ice as well.
And Otabek lives for it.
Lives for the way Yuri moves in private when there's no one there to see.
Specifically, when Yuri moves how he is right now; writhing in Otabek's lap in a way that's all warm skin against warm skin, and small gasps full of want.
Yuri's eyes are closed and his mouth is open, and Otabek can't resist putting two fingers on his tongue just to feel him suck.
"Fuck, Yura." Otabek breathes the words in time with his up-thrusts. "You're so good like this. So. Fucking. Good."
He can feel the ripple of pleasure that shoots through Yuri's body, raising visible chill-bumps on the delicate skin over his ribs, and causing him to tighten where he's seated on Otabek's cock; thighs quivering.
He releases incoherent moans around Otabek's fingers until Otabek removes them—needing to hear Yuri's sounds unobstructed—and he slows down, trying to let Yuri match his rhythm.
It's sinful, it's bliss, and Otabek can't control his own tongue.
"Do you like it like this, Yura?" He lowers his voice and buries his lips in the hollow of Yuri's throat. "I like you like this."
"More." Yuri keens. "Beka."
The sound of his own name passing Yuri's parted lips consumes the last of his control. He moves his hands down Yuri's sides, pausing to drag his fingers along the grooves of Yuri's ribs, then bringing them to grip hard above Yuri's pointed hip bones.
"How much more can you handle?" He asks, but he doesn't wait for Yuri's reply before he's slamming Yuri's hips down, and thrusting his own up. The way Yuri mewls, and the sound of Yuri's ass slapping his thighs, make a moan escape his own lips. "Fuck. I love it when you ride me like this."
"Then lay down." Yuri gasps, pushing against Otabek's chest until he's forced to lie back.
Yuri arches back, placing his palms on Otabek's shins to balance as he takes control.
Then he rides, and Otabek is forced to do nothing but watch—to moan and choke and grunt—holding still; letting Yuri take himself apart, and Otabek along with him.
