Undress. We need to talk (Otayuri AU)

Chapter 2: The talk

To say the Kazakh felt terrible was an understatement. He felt worse than that. He felt like he had betrayed the only person who loved him unconditionally, even when he was being unreasonable for not getting any sex. That boy loved him even when he was calling him out for not caring enough to give himself to him. He was fully aware that those words hurt. But in the heat of the moment and out of anger, he could say anything. This boy has been loyal to him and stayed by his side no matter what, although he wasn't the one to promise. He kept a promise that he didn't even make. And he betrayed him to have an affair with a Russian girl he barely knew but that was easy to convince, since he heard from other sources that she had some sort of feelings for him, the she found him attractive and hella charming. The desperation for sexual intercourse made him go as far as to deceive the poor girl and betray the one he loved the most. Just why? Why wasn't he able to wait for him? While the boy kept himself for him? He felt like the biggest scum on earth. No wonder the Russian beauty didn't even wish to face him or talk to him after he broke his heart like that. Otabek was already packing his things, because, in his head, everything was over. There was nothing he could do to make up for his sins. As he packed his clothes, he spotted a certain picture in a frame. The two of them, smiling to the camera as the Russian took a selfie. God only if reality was as sweet as the portrait resting on the shelf. The man was so busy thinking of how his lover never through of having any sexual activities that he forgot what a relationship really meant. He forgot to listen to his partner, to give him the comfort and love he should've.

After his bags were all done he was ready to open his bedroom door to move the bags into the hallway before he met a pair of emerald eyes piercing through his heart right when he opened the door. His gaze was hurt and angry, practically burning through the Kazakh. He got inside the room, slamming the door shut behind him, making the darker male flinch slightly at his sudden move. "Undress. We need to talk." He said, having the older male all confused at what he just said "What? Why, Yuri what's go-" he was cut off by a firm voice, almost a yell, saying promptly "Do as I say!". Once again, the man flinched at the coldness and the roughness in his voice and the anger within him. Although he was angry, the man could see through him. It was all a facade. To mask his broken heart and the hair falling in front of his face to cover his red, puffy eyes, swollen from crying. The tanned male took off his shirt, to expose his toned muscles. Yuri wasted no time, pushing the man to fall on the bed, quickly crawling on top of his, pulling him into a rough, passionate kiss. The instincts took over Otabek and in no time, he was kissing back just as passionate, sliding his hands into the younger man's pants. "Yura... What is happening? What's gotten into you?" He asked but the teenager just said "I'm giving you what you want. Take it or leave it." How could he say no to that? He was still unsure of why would he decided to be so assertive right now, but he wasn't in the position to complain. But still... Was Yuri really ready for something like this...? He always stated he isn't... So why now? He pulled back, a concerned look on his face. "Yura are you sure you're ready for this?" He said, holding onto his lover's hips, caressing them gently. "Just shut up and kiss me." He said, pulling him back into that fired up kiss that they were sharing not long ago. The blond pulled back, saying with a determined and firm look "Kiss me like you mean it." And before he knew it, the Kazakh pulled him back, his heart beating fast as he smashed his lips against the Russian's, feeling his fire and his heartbeat. Soon enough, Yuri took off his shirt as well, placing a hand over his lover's crotch. He got closer, whispering into his ear with an evil smirk on his face "Tell me, were you as passionate with your red head skank as well?" He asked, the toned man gasping at the mention of his affair. Now his heart was heavy, swallowing hard as his lover touched his body, kissing down his neck, but now, these one sentence that the Russian beauty whispered into his ear left him with this feeling of guilt. Of course, he was easy to manipulate after this, the guilt eating him up alive, being at the mercy of his cruel lover. He had him at the tip of his fingers. With just a few words. As his lover kissed lower and lower down his chest, he could feel shivers going down his spine before his eyes widened, feeling as the teenager was undoing his belt. "Y-Yura... That's enough..." The blond raised an eyebrow at the Kazakh's words, placing a hand over his crotch, rubbing on it slowly through the material of his jeans. "The hell it is. Your body says otherwise." He said before fully taking off his lover's pants along with his boxers to expose his hardened member. He licked up the length of the toned man's member, and for a second, he felt intimidated by how big the man was. But he wasn't about to ruin it now, taking the tip into his mouth, sucking lightly as the Kazakh gritted his teeth to try and suppress his moans. Where the hell did the boy learn that? The Russian beauty finally took him fully in his mouth, sucking harder on him, looking up with his emerald eyes. What did Otabek do to deserve this? He cheated, he lied, he deceived, and he was getting more pleasure for that? He felt bad for even enjoying this at this point. He let out small moans at his lover's actions before he heard another voice moaning softly as as he was deepthroating the Kazakh, the toned man going crazy for that voice moaning so erotically. "Y-Yura... I'm going to-" before he could finish his phrase, the blond took his mouth off of his member, raising up to meet the other man's eyes, saying with a wicked smirk "Not yet. I want you to come inside me." he said, taking off his own pants as well as his boxers, spreading his legs teasingly, giving Otabek a beautiful view before the Russian beauty placed his hand over his entrance, rubbing it slightly before introducing a finger into it, letting out a gasp and soon enough, as he was stretching himself up and getting used to the feeling, moaning his lover's name in pleasure, torturing the toned man with no remorse nor mercy. To see his lover pleasuring himself in front of him... It was so frustrating... But he knew he deserved that... Yet he couldn't control the desire and lust filling him. Soon enough, he was on top of the man, panting and sweating like hell, the waiting killing him. "Baby... Please... You've tortured me long enough... Please, let me be inside you..." The teenager smirked, whispering into the other's ear "Fuck me like you'd fuck Mila." He said before he felt the tip slowly entering him. The older man once again was reminded by his past mistakes, the wave of guilt suddenly hitting him once again. It was a reason to make him feel like he had to please his partner. His partner who wouldn't give his body away unless he felt like it, yet now look at him, coming in between Hus sheets in desperation. He didn't want that. He wished for his first time to be special and romantic, not something the blond would feel forced to do to keep the other satisfied, like this was the only way their relationship was to last, like it was depending on it. But still, he was the one who cheated in the first place. So the least he could do was to make sure he was enjoying himself at least. So when he felt like his lover's breathing stabilized, he slowly started to move, the other man arching his back and leaving out soft moans in pleasure. Soon enough, he had the beautiful boy asking for more. "Harder.... Go... Harder-ah~!" He did as told, going harder and slightly faster, hitting the blond's prostate and earning moans which were evolving, growing louder and louder, grunts escaping the darker man's throat as he ejaculated into the boy.

The two of them were cuddled up together, first time in a long time, the young Russian boy in pure bliss. Not necessarily because he gave his body away. But because he was into his lover's arms once again, like he used to. With his head resting on his chest and a hand placed over his heart to feel his beat, he was happier than he have been in the past year or so combined. And how he would call him Yura again... That special name that he used to call him... It finally felt alright... Like there was still something to save... Of course he wasn't going to let his partner's unfaithfulness slide just like that... Of course he was hurt... But if sex was the only solution that would save his relationship, he was willing to take that. He slowly breathed in and out before he heard the deep, manly voice speaking. "You asked me to fuck you how I fucked Mila... But in actuality, I fucked you better than I fucked Mila." The Kazakh said and the Russian fairy immediately pulled away from his arms, feeling a few tears rolling down his face at the mention of his boyfriend's other lover. "N-no... Don't- just-... Shut up... I don't wanna hear it." He said, getting up from the bed and taking a red velvet robe, placing it to cover his body, sniffing from time to time. "Yura, baby, wa-" the other man didn't have enough time to finish his sentence cause the blond beauty stormed out, slamming the door behind him, leaving his lover alone in bed and with yet another eave of guilt hitting him once again, for the billionth time that night.