Catchall (for tigerprint)

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Fun thread-times with tigerprint

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His ears burn pink at Otabek's praise. For some time now, Yuri's been hoping that Otabek always thinks he looks great, to the point where he's even switched up some of his outfits that he wears at work in the hops of catching his eye. Now that he isn't nearly naked and hanging off a pole, however, he has more opportunity to show off his personality, and can't help but hope that Otabek likes that part of him too. He knows he can be ... Well. An acquired taste, Chris might say.

Yuri ushers Otabek towards the door after blowing a kiss to Anya, and links his arm through the other man's elbow as they head down to the street. It's fucking cold out and for a moment he regrets not dressing for the weather; it might take a couple of shots of vodka to get him feeling warmed through again.

No - idiot! Don't be a drunk slutty mess for once, okay? Beka is fucking quality.

He chides himself, then accepts the helmet when Otabek passes the spare to him. He's a little miffed that he's going to end up with helmet hair, to be sure, but he supposes that even if he didn't wear it the wind would blow it all over the fucking place anyway. Anyway, he can shake it out when they reach the restaurant.

"No booze for you tonight, then?" Yuri settles behind him, and allows himself the pink-cheeked indulgence of wrapping his arms tight around his waist. "If you crash and ruin my face I'll fucking kill you, okay?"

[bringbackgold]

Yuri had often caught Otabek's eye at the club. As he worked, he would find himself occasionally paying more attention to the other as he danced than what he was meant to be doing. He'd have to catch himself so not to mess up his carefully planned set. Otabek really liked the way Yuri looked, so he was looking forward to the opportunity to get to know him a bit better, beyond work and the little bits of time they'd get after work. He just hoped that he didn't mess it up himself.

He was also hoping that any hint of nerves wasn't present. Otabek had a habit of keeping in his own head a lot, and it gave him too many chances to get to himself.

He walks with Yuri to the bike and settles on it, a blush settling in his cheeks when Yuri wrapped his arms around his waist. "None for me, at least." It didn't mean that he'd be bothered if Yuri wanted to have anything. Otabek liked riding his motorcycle. He liked the chance to get close to Yuri. He was one of the few people Otabek liked to have on his bike. "I won't crash." It was the last thing he said before starting the bike and heading off in the direction where they were going to be eating.

The place they were going was a small, private-looking bistro. There was an option to seat outside, as well, if they should want. Otabek prefers a quiet corner where they could spend time talking. He'd been here only a couple times on his own, but knew it'd be much better with company.