Otayuri💞

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At the ice rink, they had just finished doing their daily stretching and warmup routine so that they were prepared to begin practice.

Yuri finished tying the laces of the ice skates Viktor and Yuuri had brought for his birthday (he had never worn them until now, he was only wearing them because his own pair was getting it's blades replaced)

"Tsk, these are no where near as good as my skates" Yuri said to himself.

Otabek smirked, as he tied his own laces up.

Yuri caught his smirk. Smiling, he asked, "What?"

"Nothing," Otabek replied, as he looked up at Yuri grinning, to then give Yuri a quick peck on the lips before swiftly skating on the rink leaving a stunned Yuri behind, "Oi! Warn me first!" Yuri exclaimed, leaning over the rink barrier before hurrying onto the ice to get his revenge on Otabek.

The practice went okay apart a few falls, probably from the fact that they were distracting each other everytime they took turns on the rink. However, the up coming Grand Prix wasn't for a while so they had plenty of time.

They were in the changing rooms getting out of their sweaty clothing.
"I want more" demanded Yuri finally speaking after the silence.

"Of what?"

"You know," Yuri snapped irritated.

Otabek smirked, "You could have asked earlier if you wanted it so bad"

"Sh-shut up"

Both half-undressed from changing, Yuri clutched on, clinging onto Otabeks warm body as he wrapped his legs around Otabek's torso. Otabek leaned his back against a locker carrying Yuri easily as they entered into a slightly more sloppier, messier kiss.

Otabek felt Yuri's smile on his lips as they were kissing, he looked at Yuri to find him timidly grinning.

It was Otabek's turn to ask, "What?" As he questioned with a devilish look on his face

"I wanna do it" Yuri exclaimed, as he placed his feet back on the cold floor, reaching towards Otabek's belt.

"Getting hands on are we?"

Yuri blushed and Otabek returned a cheeky smile. "I'll do it" Otabek said, after seeing Yuri struggling to unbuckle his belt for about a minute. Yuri didn't reply. Instead, he just looked away and stared at the floor. Otabek took that as a yes.

He lead Yuri into the cubicals which were just across the hallway from the changing rooms. Unbuckling Yuri's belt with ease, Otabek glanced up at Yuri's face to find him looking nervous.

A bit startled from Yuri's unsure reaction, Otabek reassured, "If you don't want this, just tell me, I don't want to force you"

"No, I need this"

Otabek hesitated for a second then resumed to taking off Yuri's belt and jeans, revealing a buldge in his briefs. "Someone's excited" Otabek murmered teasingly.

Yuri blushed more than ever,"Hurry up"

"Don't be so impatient" Otabek grinned.

Otabek grabbed Yuri's member through the fabric of Yuri's briefs making Yuri jolt and letting out a surprised gasp,
"BEKA"
Otabek continued and rubbed the tip with his thumb while stroking with his fingers teasingly.

"J..Just hurry up p..please"

"I-I-I've never done anything like this before" Yuri exclaimed but was cut off with lips touching his. Otabek replied,"Niether have I" as he moved closer towards Yuri's cock "But it just feels...Right"

Yuri looked at Otabek who was reaching to his dick. Yuri leaned back on the toilet seat clutching the rim.

Their lips met to a kiss that spreaded fire through their bodies, as they melted into each other, their tongues wrapping together. Otabek moved his warm hands down the back of Yuri's underwear grabbing his butt. Yuri slid his cold hands up Otabek sending tremouring chills through Otabek's spine all while they passionately made out.

They stopped and Otabek looked at Yuri and removed his hands from Yuri's briefs. He gave Yuri a quick kiss on his now warmed up cheek.

"Brace yourself" Otabek whispered.