It's almost too much and Otabek knows it. He's not sure how he's able to handle it; how he can control himself. He almost doesn't want to. He almost wants to forget what he's doing as a DJ for just a bit. He could, and he knows it - very little work actually needs to be done when what he's doing is strong enough. When you work as a DJ for long enough, you know the things that you can get away with here, and admittedly - he's considered the list of things he could do to Yuri here without people noticing or even caring. Still - just because he had thought about it didn't mean he'd actually believe it would happen.
His heart is racing, and then Yuri says it. That fist in his shirt, and he doesn't know if he should fight any temptation. He's breathing harder. He's turned on, and Yuri's words weren't helping him at all.
His hand lowers, shifting into the waistband of Yuri's pants. He uses that hand to tug Yuri's hips forward, pressing them against his own. "Yura..." he said. His voice low, raspy. He's no longer fiddling with the DJ deck, comfortable and happy with how things sound. "We could..." He finds himself a little surprised at what he's suggesting.
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His heart is racing, and then Yuri says it. That fist in his shirt, and he doesn't know if he should fight any temptation. He's breathing harder. He's turned on, and Yuri's words weren't helping him at all.
His hand lowers, shifting into the waistband of Yuri's pants. He uses that hand to tug Yuri's hips forward, pressing them against his own. "Yura..." he said. His voice low, raspy. He's no longer fiddling with the DJ deck, comfortable and happy with how things sound. "We could..." He finds himself a little surprised at what he's suggesting.