Otayuri | complete

Rising !

He winks as he closes the door behind himself. Shit, this bitch thinks he's letting me assume the dominating role. There's no way in Hell I'm letting that fly.

"I wanna fuck you, Beka" I menace toward him until I can push him against the door. "Can you do as I say?" I ask sultrily in his ear.

He shivers beneath me, nodding once.

"Good," I groan, a dark husk entering my voice. "I don't know how much longer I can wait."

I give him a harsh push in the general direction of the bed. He doesn't stumble, but rather absorb the force. I receive a warning glance of sorts. Momentarily daunted, I almost bow to his will. Catching myself at the last second, however, I instead toss him a cocky smirk. The light of the challenge dawns across his facial features like a traffic light turned green.

Competition's rising.

He walks to the bed on his own, where he defiantly faces me, a confident air about him. This fucker wants me to make him turn around and bend him over. Okay then, fine-- but I'll give him a chance to reconsider. Forcefully, almost violently, I push a rough kiss to his lips-- our bodies colliding like a sledge hammer to a brick wall. I the hammer, I practically bounce backward until Otabek's arms swing around my torso possessively.

In an act of defiant retaliation, I bite down on his bottom lip and tug outward. It is as if I have surprised the reigns out of his grasp and into my own. Now my tongue swirls into command of the kiss. Whether he meant to or not, I don't know, but Otabek quickly melts into the passion and loses himself in the tempest of hands and skin and lips.

If I were any weaker of a soldier, I'd have lost myself too by now. But in his moment of weakness, I gingerly press him into the bed. Otabek's eyes open when he collapses into the bedding. He breaks away from the kiss and swallows hard, attempting to regain his breath.

Slowly, I snake myself up to hover above him. His eyes speak what his facial features won't. He is amused by our silent competition, and he seems as if he really wants me to win. Despite my best efforts, a smile curves the corners of my lips while I examine my prey. But I'm not one to lose my fight or go soft.

"Open your legs, Beka," I whisper low, lustful.

My manly bear moans with heavy desire as he becomes my obeisant subordinate. I don't insert myself yet, merely pleasuring him with the grasp of my hand around his prominent want. I can almost see the pleasure in his body rising and boiling to the surface. He grows more and more vulnerable and needier with every passing pump of my wrist. I wait for him to say it.

"Yura--" he begs between rising groans and guttural grunts. "F-fuck."

"Do what?" I feel almost cruel, but a part of me revels in the taunting nature of my question.

"Fuck me, Yura," he pleads. "Oh, I need you, Yuri."

"Mm," I lean over him. "Need me?"

He blushes and nods, tossing his head back and releasing a dribble of precum. He swallows hard and fights for air. Flushed and almost out of reserve, I can see my Beka has endured enough teasing. With a cool tilt of my head and the momentary release of my hands on his body, I motion for Otabek to roll onto his stomach and bend over the foot of the bed.

He complies readily. He meets and begins to suck two of my fingers without protest, humming around them when I retake his length into the palm of my other hand. It is by accident that my own length brushes his skin as I bend over him, but I like his reaction. His lips parts to release a hearty, "Unh!"

Impatiently, I pull out my fingers and lubricate his entrance with his own saliva. My name falls from his lips in short, desperate cries with every thrust of my fingers. Otabek is tight-- even around just my fingers-- but I need him now.

Fuck, his climax is rising fast.

"Yuri," he pleads. "Please-- fuck."

How could I not comply? So, slowly and carefully, I push myself into him. His body contorts, repelling my penetration, and Otabek cries out in pain or ephemeral ecstasy-- I am unsure. I don't stop pushing at my slow but steady pace inward until my hips touch his skin.

I can hear his tears hit the blanket beneath him. He's been dominated for sure, so there's no need to continue hurting my Kazakh hero.

"Wider," I grunt, gingerly coaxing his legs apart and opening up his hips.

He moans as I resultantly fall a bit deeper into him. But as my hips almost tenderly begin to rock on their own accord, he begins to pick up my rhythm and become used to my abrasive presence. Otabek swallows hard before straightening and stretching out his spine in an effort to continue accommodating my length inside him.

The sudden pain, I think, stalled his rise to complete release. But he comes now, with an almost meek shudder and cry. Still hard, I ask for permission to ride out my own inner waves of pleasure. I've been so focused on him, I'd all but blocked out my own feelings, but with him taken care of, I am painfully aware of myself now.

Otabek declines my request and tells me to instead sit in his place at the foot of the bed. Reticently, I comply, not yet sure what he plans. But when he lowers to his knees, I suddenly understand.

"Otabek!" I cry out, his lips like a gracious gift to my already selfish display of lust. "Oh!"

And although I didn't think I was all that close, I am so overtaken by his impassioned lagniappe, I am soon releasing an ultra-salient burst of precum. I can hardly breathe as he swallows around my hard and throbbing erection. Easily, he then pushes me over the edge of self-control, sending me plummeting into a sea of bliss.

"Fuck," I heave breathlessly. "Otabek you're incredible."

"Yeah, yeah, just come here," he yawns, rising to occupy the center of the bed.

He opens his arms and, gladly, I snuggle against him as my equal.