bringbackgold | Catchall (for bespredel)

"I like sleeping next to you," Otabek said. His voice was low, he was still leaning in close. He liked waking up with Yuri, too. The schedule seemed to work out well now, since that meant he could be kept up a little late if needed. Or if he was woken up, it wasn't as big of a deal with the later schedule. He knew, though, once competitions got close, he wouldn't be able to take advantage of a later schedule. It would be all day and night work. And it would be like that through the end of Yuri's pregnancy, given their princess was due close to the Grand Prix Finals.

Should Otabek make it into them, of course.

His fingers moved gently over the top of the bump "Do you want me to get you anything for the heartburn?" he asked. He was by no means an expert on dealing with it, but if Yuri knew what he wanted in order to deal with it - Otabek was able to fetch. In fact, he liked getting things for Yuri to help him through this.

He was carrying his child after all.

"I'm glad," he said. He felt his heart leap a little at the compliments, and the agreeing to come to the rink. "I -- " he nuzzled against Yuri, "I want to bond you."

"I can't fault you that," Yuri admitted softly, smiling as he moved his hand to stroke down one of the other's arms, before sliding to rub the other's chest with the backs of his knuckles. A loving, sweet gesture as Otabek's fingers moved over his skin, and the fabric of his shirt where it had ridden up. "I like waking up next to you, I like sleeping in your arms."

He sighed a little, trying to gauge whether or not it was worth having the other move, or leave for a little to get him something for the heartburn- or if he could wait it out. He decided on the latter, enjoying the other's hands on him, their current closeness too much to have the other move away from him just yet. "Not right now," he mumbled, closing his eyes and snuggling closer.

"I want you to bond me," he agreed softly, smiling tenderly at the other's words. Misunderstanding, just a little. Not quite realizing that Beka wanted to bond him right then. They had talked about it, about waiting until after Yuri had delivered. He assumed that Otabek was ruminating on how he was looking forward to it. "You're the only one for me, Beka."

He snuggled in next to Yuri, settling and getting comfortable there. He considered, only for a brief moment, skipping practice today. Staying home with Yuri, working on their daughter's nursery. He was finding there was something he could always be doing in there. Of course, he had a feeling that suggesting that would result in...an unhappy Yuri, so he didn't even test the waters.

He'd just enjoy the time here, snuggled up, for now. His fingers moved so gently. "Princess, please give your mama a break." He had a feeling that she was preparing Yuri for the next few months. And the sleeping schedule they were already seeming to develop seemed to be suited to taking are of an infant.

He nuzzled Yuri's neck. "I meant now," he said. Sure, they had talked about waiting, but he wasn't sure that he would be able to.

The other's words caused Yuri's breath to hitch- want pooling in his gut, coiling in the pit of his belly and drawing tight. He shuddered out a slow breath, willing himself to steady for how dizzy the idea made him. For how much he wanted that, too.

"Otabek..." he whispered, instinctively inclining his throat, the hair rising on the back of his neck, gooseflesh shivering all down his arms, "I... I want it to be special," it was so hard, to remember what he wanted with the other's mouth so close to where he would bond him; to the soft brush of Otabek's nose, something like a promise.

"But I don't want to wait much longer, either," he admitted softly, finding Otabek's hands with his own, and linking their fingers together, squeezing gently. "If you land that quad you've been struggling with- tonight. You'll have to give me a little time when we get home to set the apartment up a little- but tonight," he promised, turning his head to nuzzle his nose against the other's, before finding Otabek's lips with his own.

Yuri's skin on his neck presented to him, he moved his tongue over it. It was so tempting, so welcoming. He could feel Yuri's pulse when he rested his face in the exact right spot. He took in his Omega's scent. No one would be able to doubt that Yuri was his, soon. Having Yuri bonded to him also would make him feel more secure in their relationship. He wouldn't feel quite so aggressive towards other Alphas when they got near Yuri (he felt some pity towards fellow skaters, who he knew were harmless). It took a lot of control not to snap at them.

"I'll land it," Otabek said. He sounded determined. He would do it. "And I'll give you all the time you need." He'd want to shower and be nice and clean, so he'd be sure that he didn't ruin anything for whatever Yuri had planned. "I love you, Yura," he said. "I'll do anything for either of you."

A hand shifted, moving over Yuri's bump, so obvious and loud. He'd have to get up and start stretching and preparing for training before too long, but for now - he'd enjoy getting comfortable and close to Yuri. He would definitely do anything for Yuri. In another two months, he'd be starting at the Grand Prix, which meant that he was going to have to put in even more work and time, and that meant more time at the rink and maybe away from Yuri.

He let out a soft, stuttering little breath as the other's mouth teased over his pulse; over where Otabek would apply his teeth, would bite down to bond him. The brush of his lips was almost enough to make Yuri moan, but he managed to swallow back the noise, not needing to make it even harder for Otabek to resist.

"I know you will," he murmured softly, "With or without my encouragement- you're incredible on the ice, Beka. And only getting better. When you perform, the height of your jumps, the way you look... You've made skating all yours, breaking out of convention. It's unbelievable. I can never look away," he felt breathless, and so, so in love. Shivering against t he other and smiling as Otabek's hand moved so worshipful, so warm over the swell of his bump.

The other's words, the promise to do anything for them. To protect them- he believed it.

"You're going to take gold this year, I just know it," Yuri breathed, turning his head so he could steal the other's lips for his own once more.

Underneath Otabek's hand, it was becoming more and more obvious what Yuri had been talking about; that their little girl was awake. And right back to her usual, almost over-active amount of motion. Kicking and wriggling away, and making herself very much known.

"Yura..." his voice was soft. He felt so complimented. So loved. He wasn't sure if Yuri's perception of how well he was doing was biased, or if he really was doing that much better, and doing that well. Still, it felt good to hear it from not only his greatest love, but his greatest competitor. And Yuri was never the type to say something he didn't mean, so he knew that he meant everything.

He pulled his lips away from Yuri. He had to, it was the only way to fight the temptation. He'd get to tonight, and he knew it because he was determined to make sure that they would be bonded by tomorrow morning. This would be probably one of the most important steps for their family.

He could feel her moving under his fingers. Their princess was so active, so energetic, and lively. Only just five months into the pregnancy and she was performing tricks. He could only imagine how this was going to progress. And then how she would be once she was with them.

"It's my year," Otabek noted. And he wasn't joking, either. He was one of the more seasoned competitors competing this year. "And Princess will be there soon after." Which admittedly made him a little nervous traveling for the Grand Prix - namely the finals. He didn't want to miss anything.

It might have been a little of both, if Yuri was absolutely truthful. But Yuri had never been one to offer anyone false hope; to lie, or give anything but his full and honest opinion. This was no different. If Otabek had been flagging, slacking, or failing in any perceptible manner Yuri would have been the first to tell him. After all, he truly wanted Otabek to be able to perform his absolute best.

"Mated, Beka. We're going to be mated. Our princess will be here, and yeah. Daddy is going to take gold," Yuri laughed brightly, wrapping his arms around the other's neck, snuggling in close and beaming helplessly. Glowing not just from pregnancy, but from the love he felt for the other. For the warmth and excitement in his heart for their shared futures.

Now, Yuri wasn't sure who was more eager to get to that evening. Him, or Otabek. Already he had something special in mind for the other. To make their bonding memorable, and as beautiful as possible. As beautiful as Otabek deserved for being so endlessly good to Yuri.

"She's going to keep us on our toes, Beka. Endlessly, I think," and yet that wasn't a complaint from Yuri at all. There was nothing he wanted more than to chase after a toddler, to listen to her squeal and laugh. To see what she would look like, what blend of him, and Otabek she would be.

If he was feeling like being sappy - or well, sappier - he would have said that he had already won the gold. But truth be told, he wanted to have that medal to bring home to his mate, and to his daughter. He wanted to be able have the memory of all of this happening at once. This year was his year. It was a year of change and things evolving for them. Things had already changed so much for himself and Yuri over the past few months. Finding out about their princess had brought so many nerves, but soon - they found excitement. And then they were preparing for her.

He didn't know if he would ever be completely ready before she arrived, and then he would be figuring it out from there. They were going to have a lot to learn.

"She is," Otabek answered after a moment. He moved his hand in small circles on Yuri's stomach. "A busy, active little girl." Pride was rolling through him, though, at the thought of her. At the fact that he was going to have a family. Part of him knew that was instinct, but for the most part - he could honestly say that he's always wanted a family.

He shifted a little. "I should start getting ready for training. Do you want me to get you anything while I'm up?" He recalled Yuri saying he had some heartburn, and wanted to make sure his mate (well, soon enough, at least) was taken care of.

"Busy, active, and making me fat," Yuri laughed, grinning despite himself and turning his face into the other's shoulder, nuzzling there and closing his eyes briefly. It felt so... nice. To have Otabek's hand on his stomach, to feel the other pressed warm against his back. To have the knowledge of this- that they would be having a family. That they were this blessed. It had been scary at first- because of his age, because of their careers- it was still scary to think of all the things they just didn't know about what was to come, but... Yuri thought that so long as they were together, well. They'd figure it out.

"Nnh, I don't know. Maybe make me some ginger tea? I guess I should shower too, if I'm going to come with you. I feel like I smell," and he very likely did- but to Otabek? To the father of his child? He smelled absolutely divine. Heavenly and warm and so very much like home and family. It was one of the side effects of pregnancy in omegas; they were meant to smell appealing to alphas, but to the father of a child it was taken to a level even beyond. And as an unbonded omega? Yuri's pheromones were only trying to work all the harder to entice his alpha to stay with him and the baby.

It was no wonder why Otabek had been struggling with his own instincts to bond the other, struggling with not being overly possessive.

Sighing, Yuri shifted to swing his feet over the bed, stretching his arms above his head and letting his back crack, groaning before reaching down and softly rubbing his distended stomach, smiling faintly. "What do you think princess? Should we get up and face the day? So that we can make it extra special for your daddy tonight... Provided he gets that jump he promised," Yuri grinned over at Otabek, before getting up onto his feet, and breathing out.

He couldn't quite help himself- had to go over to the mirror on the inside of the closet door, pulling it open so that he could see- so that he could admire just how much bigger he was; how much Amira shifting had changed... everything.

"Everyone at the rink is going to shit," Yuri gushed, couldn't help but feel just a little bit proud of the fact.

Otabek leaned in to take in Yuri's scent when Yuri pointed out he smelled. Yuri's smell had always been enticing to him. And while Otabek had developed a crush on Yuri long before presenting as an Alpha, certainly, when Yuri presented as well - Otabek became more entranced by him. And his scent certainly hadn't helped his attraction. But now, it was different. It was even better, and he had to fight every inch of his being and instinct to do as Yuri asked and wait until tonight.

Until he landed those jumps he promised. He bit his bottom lip for a moment, watching as Yuri moved and got out of the bed. He shifted to do the same thing, his legs draping over the side before he stepped onto the floor with his bare feet.

"You smell fantastic," Otabek said. He approached the dresser and started to go through clothing, pulling out some training clothes and everything he needed to get ready for the morning. So he could make sure he got himself together after breakfast and tea for Yuri.

He approached Yuri, eyeballing him in the mirror. "They are. She's really moved." He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Yuri's temple. "I'll make breakfast. And ginger tea for you and the princess."

He stepped away from the other, so that he could head into the kitchen.

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