bringbackgold | Catchall (for bespredel)

"I hope you've at least been keeping up with your cardio and weight training, Otabek! Don't think that this little hiccup means I'm going to go easy on you! You had better be in top condition when you get back on the ice-!"

Even with Otabek's admittance of having to leave, Yakov kept shouting instructions after them, causing Yuri to flip the old man the bird as they exited the rink, and headed towards the rental car. Yuri's face twisted at the sight of the notifications, and he immediately whipped out his own phone to see for himself.

"Oh, Otabek. Shit," he said, pulling up the most damning one- of himself, entering an omega clinic, and exiting with what was clearly a pharmaceuticals bag. He hadn't even bothered trying to hide the receipt, and someone had zoomed in and enhanced the photo; showing the confirmation for all of his prenatal vitamins.

"Jesus christ," Yuri groaned, "They've made a poll for people to vote who the damn baby daddy is," he hissed, pulling his phone back and scrolling viciously, and then practically screaming- "WHY THE HELL IS JJ ON IT?! AS IF I WOULD EVER LET THAT MAPLE SYRUP SUCKING FUCK NEAR ME IN A HEAT!!"

Otabek noticed the articles, and he knew that was why his family was contacting him. So he would be equipped to deal with them, he started to scroll the articles himself, preparing himself for the call he was going to have to make. The articles weren't complimentary, and the fact that there was speculation over the father he feels should have ruffled him more.

But he knew that he was the father. He knew that he was the only person Yuri had been with. He was the only person that Otabek wanted. "At least I'm winning in one of the polls." It came out sounding half-amused.

He read his sister's texts first. All of them were issuing warnings to him to call their mother. How upset her mother was with him. And then...she said that she couldn't wait to be an aunt.

His mother's texts were almost exclusively a series of demands that he calls and accusing him of doing inappropriate things while he was in St. Petersburg. She also specifically said that he better come back to Almaty to talk.

"I have to call now," Otabek said, immediately dialing out.

He waited for her to pick up the phone. Immediately, when she picked up, he was barraged with Kazakh. She demanded to know if he was the father of that hussy's child. He answered in Kazakh, and then after some back and forth - Yuri would definitely be able to hear Otabek's voice get louder and more upset.

He was definitely fighting with her, which he didn't want to do. "Mother," he said in Kazakh, "Yuri is going to be my mate. So if you want to be a part of your grandchild's life -- " Upset and hurt, Otabek was using more words than he typically did. "You're going to have to not call him names."

But that didn't stop it. She went on how he could have married a nice Omega girl. A rich one, who would have had a comfortable life with him. That girl would have made him happy and they would have had many children. Now, he was with some Omega Boy. He was a public figure in Kazakhstan - she'd say - then insist that he could do better.

"No, I couldn't," he said. "See you next weekend." He didn't want to have this conversation anymore.

Yuri leaned against the car beside Otabek while he called his mother, scrolling through articles and only half listening to a conversation he could only understand snippets of. When Otabek started to get upset, though, Yuri became more invested, his eyes narrowing. It looked as though he was about to snatch the phone at any moment, and hang on Otabek's mom for him. He knew that wouldn't help either of their circumstances in that moment, though. So he didn't. But the anxiety rolling off of the other once he finished the phonecall was palpable, and as soon as it was finished with, Yuri was moving into the other's space. He inclined his throat, offering it as a space for the other to bury his nose as his arms wound around Otabek's back, pressing tightly against him.

"That bad, huh?" he murmured softly, knowing the other would talk about it if he wanted to. And if not, then Yuri was still there to hold him regardless.

Otabek hung up the phone, shoving it into his pocket. He took note of Yuri's reaction as the conversation went on. He didn't appreciate how his mother was referring to the person that he loved. The person that he had committed himself to for so long. His feelings for Yuri had been present before he presented as an Alpha (although he certainly didn't fully understand them then) - and definitely before Yuri presented as an Omega. So even when she accused him of being a victim to his barer instincts, he could dispute it.

Yuri Plisetsky was the only person Otabek had ever loved. And they were going to have a baby, whether or not his mother liked it.

He wrapped his arms around Yuri, feeling on edge and unhappy. He buried his face in his throat, taking deep breaths to take in his scent. It did put him at ease. The anxiety was still present, but it was no longer filling the air.

"About what you'd expect," Otabek said. He knew well what he should expect before going into the call. What he didn't know was how edgy and upset it made him. He knew it was a drive to protect Yuri and his child.

"She'll come around eventually. She always does." Well, sort of. When he had come out to his family, his mother started to introduce him to Omega boys, as well, after some time. She struggled with Yuri, and he was sure it was because she didn't get to pick him. He had to tell her constantly that Yuri had his own, successful, career. It wasn't a matter of the Hero of Kazakhstan being taken advantage of at all.

"She'll come around now, if only because of this." He moved one hand to Yuri's stomach, where he knew their baby was. She had always wanted to be a grandmother.

Softly, Yuri dragged his fingertips through the short stubble of Otabek's hair, just above his neck. A soft, soothing gesture as Otabek breathed him in. His cheek nuzzled against the side of Otabek's head, his own eyes closing as he held the man he loved most.

Snorting softly, Yuri nodded a little, but still huffed as the other's hand settled on his stomach.

"And if she doesn't I'll tear her hand off with my teeth," Yuri grumbled, before softening, "I know she doesn't mean to hurt you, Beka. She's just protective. You're worth protecting, you know. And she's always seen me as a bad influence. Which is hilarious, compared to mister DJ badboy of Kazakhstan," Yuri's eyebrows shot up, teasing and affectionate as he smiled, just a little.

"You want to go home? Take those announcement photos? We might as well, I mean. The whole world knows now anyway," he twitched his phone, for emphasis. Couldn't wait now, to show off their princess to the whole damn world.

Yuri's action was relaxing for him. He settled into the others touch. Yuri's scent surrounding him. There was nothing better than him. It wasn't as though he got upset very often, but Yuri always knew exactly what to do to help him whenever he felt this way. No one could get through to him quite like the other did. He physically shifted, his arms tightening around Yuri and pulling him close to get a short, chaste kiss.

"I don't need to be protected from you," Otabek said. "I never have." He sighed. "She doesn't understand." Yuri was the best thing that ever happened to him. They were both strong individuals who were able to take care of themselves. Neither of them really needed protection. Otabek always got into his share of trouble when he was younger, so he didn't need a bad influence.

He nodded. "Let's go home. Take some photos. Clear the air." Otabek knew that they would be able to immediately kill the 'who is the father' business with the announcement. He shifted away, so that they could climb into the car and head home.

His lips met Otabek's gladly, his nose brushing Otabek's softly as they parted from this affection. Neither of them were much for public displays like this, but every once in awhile it was called for. Possibility of paparazzi be damned.

"She will," he promised gently, "I know she will. She can't look at us and think that we're anything but right for each other. When she finally lets herself see, really see the way we look at each other, Beka..." it wasn't like Yuri to usually get so sentimental. He didn't often tell Otabek he loved him, and when he did- he always, always meant it. He wasn't liberal with his sensitive side; too used to being guarded, to keeping his feelings tightly under wraps. But now, when Otabek was as upset as he was- it was always right to tell Otabek the truth of his heart.

"We're going to take the best 'daddy reveal' photos ever," Yuri promised, grinning. Stealing another soft kiss from the other's lips, before slowly unwinding from the other, so he could climb into the car.

"I love you, Yura," Otabek said. Despite his calm, aloof exterior, he was pretty free with his feelings when it came to Yuri - at least when they weren't in public. Public displays were not a thing either of them were into. Right now seemed appropriate, though. If the paparazzi caught it, it'd only further prove the case that this baby was his. He knew the other wasn't quite like him, and that was alright. He didn't need to be told it, he knew it was the case.

He shifted to the driver side, and got into the car. He couldn't wait to announce it, either. Then, they could put all the rumors to rest (especially the theories that JJ or Viktor somehow were the father). He bucked up, and when he knew Yuri was secured in his seat, he made his way home so that they could get these pictures taken.

He was excited - so excited for the world to know that they were going to be parents.

"I love you too Beka," Yuri murmured, waiting until the other was in the car with him, and then reaching over to squeeze the other's hand. He let the other have his hand back to get the car started and into gear, but after that he took it back, leaning across the console to lean against the other's shoulder, his cheek resting there.

"You're going to be the best dad, Beka," he murmured softly once they had parked at his apartment, grinning again, before slipping out of the car and practically skipping for the stairs. Vibrating with excitement, eager to show the whole world that they were having the best baby ever; that their princess was coming, due December.

As soon as he had kicked his own door down, Yuri was shedding out of his clothes. Wanting to change, wanting to look positively badass, and sexy for this announcement. A little skin, a lot of leopard print and leather.

"We're going to show the whole world that we're having the best baby ever!" Yuri practically leapt in excitement, punching the air as he toed off his sneakers, rummaging through his closet.

When Yuri told him he was going to be the best dad he was glad they had parked. He melted right then and there. He was just glad the other felt that way about him and their future. "You're going to be an awesome mama, Yura," Otabek responded. He was always straightforward and honest, and this was definitely not an exception to that rule. He wasn't concerned at all that their child would be loved and well cared for. And it didn't seem like anyone else was concerned about that fact, either.

Inside, he shifted out of his leather jacket and scarf, hanging them up, and took off his shoes. He took off his turtleneck as he walked into the bedroom and found a black v-neck tee in a drawer he had claimed at Yuri's place - to slip on instead. He wasn't quite so fashion inclined as Yuri. His own clothes much more plain and straightforward (he owned a lot of black). Still, this was important. Probably the most important thing he was going to post on social media.

"Is this alright?" he asked. He definitely wanted Yuri's approval. He did have the option of changing out of his jeans and putting on leather pants, if it was wanted.

Yuri was in the middle of pulling up leather pants with Leopard print sides when he looked up to assess the other's choice of shirt. He hummed lowly in approval, his lips curving up into an almost predatory smirk.

"I love what that shirt does to your arms. It's really sexy, so hell yes. And the leather pants too, come on- off with the jeans. I have an aesthetic I'm going for here." He smirked, leaving his pants undone as he reached for a torn black sleeveless shirt. It had been "repaired" with a Leopard print swathe of fabric underneath, giving the rips a layered appearance with the peek of spots.

"Do I look okay?" Yuri asked, making sure the shirt was short enough to show his belly button, so that the photo would have a peek of skin from around the ultrasound photo.

Otabek tugged off his jeans, then worked his way into a pair of leather pants. They were snug, but not uncomfortable. He liked them. Between him and Yuri, they certainly did look like they went together. He was glad for the other's suggestion. More important than liking it himself, he needed Yuri to like it. That was what mattered to him most. His attention was diverted when Yuri asked him how he looked.

He took a half-step back, and appraised him. His eyes drifted up and down several times, a smile making it's way to his features. "You look fantastic." He couldn't help himself. He kept finding himself taking in Yuri's features. Especially his legs and ass. The leather pants looked good on him. They always did.

He was silently hoping they wouldn't have to keep these pants on long. Once these photos were taken and posted, they could do what they wanted. "Selfie stick?" he asked. He could hold it with one hand while holding onto Yuri with the other.

"Fuck yeah, selfie stick," he agreed, before gasping out, "Wait- you grab the stick, I need one more thing,"

Grinning he dashed out to the front room closet, digging through it, before pulling out a pair of studded, fingerless leather gloves and wrenching them onto his hands. That was perfect, and absolutely completed the punk ass look that he was gunning for.

"One of these days Otabek, Yakov is going to let me pierce my ears," Yuri grumbled. Probably what kept him from doing so, was the type of piercings Yuri wanted. Because he wouldn't stop at just one set, oh no. he had a list. He came back with his gloves on, grabbing up one of the print out's of their ultrasound, and stalking over to Otabek.

"Ready?" he grinned, toying gently with the bottom edge of Otabek's shirt as he strolled over, smirking as he leaned up and pressed their lips together. For good measure, of course.

Otabek reached to grab the selfie stick and put his phone in it, setting it up while Yuri finished getting himself together. He noticed the fingerless gloves and couldn't help but grin a little bit. He liked the way they looked. "Well, nothing he can do about it now," Otabek said. Yuri had plenty of time off, so if he wanted to get his ears pierced, Otabek wasn't about to stop him. By the time he'd be back on the ice, they'd be plenty healed and he could take out anything Yakov didn't approve of.

He returned the kiss, excited to get these pictures up, and on Social Media. He didn't want to separate from Yuri. He let his lips linger there for a few more moments. With Yuri this close, the excitement of the baby there, Otabek found himself wanting more than just a kiss. "After these pictures..." he said quietly, pulling away, "I don't want to take my hands off of you." His voice was quiet, and almost shy sounding.

He shifted a little, so that they could take the picture.

Humming in approval at the other's words, Yuri broke from the kiss with lidded eyes, a hazy expression in them as colour rose on his cheeks. A smirk spread across his lips and he closed the space between their hips, rolling his enticingly into Otabek's.

"Funny, I was thinking the same thing," he replied, his voice low and rough as he turned his head to the side of the other's, kissing along Otabek's jaw until he was taking the lobe of the other's ear between his teeth, nipping and sucking softly, pulling on the tender flesh before letting it go with a breath of rough laughter, before turning around. With the other's phone screen pointing at them, Yuri could make sure that he got exactly the shot he wanted. He pressed his as against the other's hips, smirking as he glanced over his shoulder at the other, before reaching for Otabek's free hand to position it where he wanted over his stomach.

"Put your fingers together and spread your thumb out like this," he instructed, and then angle it just so- yeah, that's perfect," he reached back with one of his hands, pulling the other's head forward a bit to rest on his shoulder, turning his face and giving the other another peck on the cheek, grinning like a shit against the side of Otabek's face as he brought the hand he was holding the ultrasound in down over his stomach, getting Otabek to lift his hand over it so that with his own hand over the other side, the formed a window of a heart right around the photo of their baby.

Then, grinning fiercely he stuck out his tongue, and flipped the camera off with his other hand, letting Otabek snap pictures as many pictures as he wanted all the while. Yuri would no doubt choose the most perfect one for their announcement.

Otabek flushed, not wanting to take his hand off of Yuri. The temptation only got worse when Yuri pressed his hips against his own. He grunted, facing the camera on his phone hooked up to the selfie stick. He carefully listened to Yuri's instructions. His hand forming half of the heart in the photo. He leaned into Yuri, eyes barely on the camera itself.

He snapped a ton of photos, realizing he had pink cheeks in each of the pictures he snapped. His eyes through most were on Yuri. Unable to take his eyes off of him.

After he was sure they had gotten the picture (he must have taken like 50), he took the ultrasound and selfie stick, placing both gently on the dresser.

He returned to Yuri and tugged his face towards his own. "Yura," he said quietly. His voice was low and raspy - like his name was a secret. He pressed a kiss to his lips. It was greedy and needy.

Later, when Yuri looked through the pictures he would find his favourite. One where he was glancing back at Otabek, still flipping the camera off, but his own expression had softened to something of a beaming smile, enraptured by the idea of their future together as Otabek's gaze met his, the softest of smiles tugging at his alpha's lips as their fingertips met over the picture of their baby. The picture he uploaded to Instagram was one of the tougher, rougher shots- but the soft expression he and Otabek were sharing, that was the one he framed.

The other's illicitation of his name had heat pooling low in Yuri's stomach, fanning a spark of arousal into a low burning flame.

"Beka," He returned, his own voice a smooth and trilling purr as he turned and rolled, pressing them together again, slotting one of his legs between Otabek's so he could grind against the other's thigh.

"Can't wait to show the whole world, can't wait to tell everyone what a stud you are, knocking me up on birth control," his words were spoken in a low and husky tone, breathed right into Otabek's ear. His hands slid up underneath the other's shirt, his lips finding Otabek's again as he began to walk the other back towards the nearest soft surface- thankfully the bed. Wanting everything Otabek was willing to give him in that moment.

Otabek found that he was quite fond of the one picture that became Yuri's favorite. The way that the two of them looked at each other - there was nothing short of adoration and excitement. He was glad that they opted against sharing that one. He liked that it became theirs. He wanted to keep that soft expression of Yuri's all to himself.

He breathed deep, air catching in his throat when Yuri spoke to him, an then the leg between his thighs. He was glad to find the bed. He knew that there was something to be said about being with Yuri caused him to succumb to his instincts. Something about being with him brought out a side of Otabek that no one ever saw. Whenever he became aroused, he lost himself to his want to be with Yuri. He knew, also, that it wasn't just like this when Yuri was in heat. He also knew that only Yuri could ever fully pull that loss of control out of him.

He settles himself into the side of the bed, realizing that the shirt he has - has to absolutely go. His fingers tug at the bottom of it, tugging it upwards, separating from the kiss to discard it. "And the world will know how lucky I am to have you." He shifted back on the bed. Then, moving his hands to Yuri's hips, a strong tug urged him forward. His hands moved from his hips to his stomach, taking a moment there.

His mind was a haze of arousal and instinct. "Yura," he panted. He tugged Yuri's shirt, so that he could capture the other's lips again, before moving his fingers under the material. Yuri's skin was so perfect soft, pale.

Yuri's eyes darkened as the other pulled his shirt over his head, his breath catching in his throat as the other exposed fine dark skin and positively decedent muscleature. Licking his lips, Yuri let himself touch. Just as affected now by this sight as he had been the very first time.

"Beka," there didn't seem to be enough air in the room, for how breathless with want Yuri already felt. Otabek had hardly touched him, and yet every brush from the other's fingertips left fire in their wake, had him already beginning to pant. He rose his arms, getting out of his shirt as quickly as he could, so that he could get his hands back on Otabek once more.

Pushing the other down onto the bed, Yuri crawled over the other to straddle him, settling in the others lap and bringing their lips together, his lips parting. Not in invitation- well, sort of- but to take what he wanted, tongue pressing forward into the other's mouth and licking deep, grinding down. Yuri's pants were still open, his arousal obvious where he'd begun to thicken, half-hard already and outlined in his white briefs.

"I want you, Beka. I want you so badly," he murmured against the other's mouth, groaning softly as his hands wandered over the other's shoulders, stroking down his sides. Tracing the other's muscles beneath his fingertips, pressing softly against the indentations of his ribs.

Otabek's breath catches, and he's panting, taking in the sight of Yuri before him. His body looked softer to him. Different from that lean musculature that he always remembered. How had he not noticed that something was different earlier? It only made him realize that any time that he had the opportunity to see all of his skin, Otabek was too distracted by his instincts, the sensation of being with Yuri, to even think about or consider the possibility that something was different.

Now that he knew, though, it was impossible to not notice. All he wanted to do was look and touch where he knew their child was growing. Where he knew that in just a few short months, he'd have hat child in his arms. The thought of Yuri doing this turned him on. Made his mind hazy and his body eager. He never realized this about himself.

He was starting to get hard, and the leather pants were becoming increasingly uncomfortable. He grunted a little, looking at Yuri - face flushed. Despite the aching he was feeling, his fingers drifted down Yuri's chest. His own skin a contrast to Yuri's. His hand moved past the band of Yuri's brief's, tugging it downwards. His fingers wrapped around Yuri, starting to stroke him.

His eyes drifted, to look Yuri in the eye. "You're all I want," he said. It was all he could think about. Feeling Yuri - being inside of him - and losing himself to it.

A shuddering gasp stuttered from Yuri's lips, against Otabek's own as the other took him in hand. He moaned, a soft, barely audible sound against the other's skin as his hips pitched forward. His lips found the tender skin of Otabek's throat, teeth worrying a mark their softly as he shuddered in the other's hand. Drawing back, he met the other's gaze, his features flushed and his expression open and wanting.

"I'm yours, Otabek. Always," the words left him before he'd really registered what he was saying- but he knew what he said was true. Everything he was belonged to Otabek.

Drawing in a shuddering breath, he brought his lips to the other's again, rocking his hips forward with another small moan.

"Your pants can't be comfortable," Yuri breathed out, smiling against the other's lips, "I know how tight they are. I love the fantastic things they do to your ass. But right now, I'd really prefer a little more skin," and for emphasis, he ran his hand over the growing bulge in the other's tight pants. Not shy in the least for how his fingers gripped at the other, kneading through the fabric between them.

Otabek welcomed Yuri leaving a mark on him. His head tilting while Yuri's teeth worked there, inviting it.

His hips shifted as much as they were able into Yuri's hand, welcoming the touch. He let out a low moan. "They are," he answered. Words were getting difficult to find. He didn't want to remove his hand from Yuri, enjoying the way the other reacted to each stroke, but he desperately needed his own pants gone, or at least undone. His hand slowed stroking of Yuri, while his free hand moved to the top button of his pants fiddling with it until it was undone. The button undone provided little relief, but it was a start.

His free hand moved, resting low on Yuri's back, his other continuing stroking Yuri. He leaned in, claiming a piece of skin on Yuri's chest between his lips, sucking on it. He liked to leave marks on Yuri where others wouldn't see. They were his - and only his.

His eyes drifted to the fabric of Yuri's pants between them, which he was starting to find irritating. Between that and his briefs, they were keeping him from seeing Yuri in full view. "The pants..." he said with a frustrated grunt. "Off." It meant that hands would have to get moved for a short time, but the fabric was becoming an increasing frustration, and in Otabek's opinion, it needed to go quickly. It would be worth it. He didn't even really realize that the way he said it, it almost sounded like a command.

"Then we should get you out of them," Yuri panted softly, though his own focus was hazy from the continued work of the other's hand and wrist, his hips rocking into the much needed friction. In retaliation, his own hand continued to knead against the other's arousal, moaning audibly, trying to encourage more.

Three simple words, and Yuri found himself clenching, arousal scorching through him so hard and fast that it left his thighs shaking when he managed to relax again, his head sagging into the other's shoulder as he moaned, nodding against the other's skin. Clumsy with desire, his head turned, lips crashing to find Otabek's once more, while his hands moved from where they had been teasing Otabek, to undoing the fastenings of his own pants. Hasty in shucking them off. Yuri had never been particularly good at patience when it came to his own arousal; but could tease endlessly, himself.

Case in point, the way his thumb returned to the other's clothed erection; tracing the head of Otabek's cock through the fabric of his pants and underwear, but making no motion to undo them for the other. Yuri's other hand busied itself, too. Catching one of Otabek's hands and guiding it lower on his hip, and then back. Hoping Otabek would be able to take the hint in what he wanted.

Otabek's hips thrust into Yuri's hand. He was trying so hard to focus on what he wanted to do, but it was difficult when Yuri's thumb was moving over his erection. His brows furrowed, and his look was intense as he watched the other. To anyone else, it was a severe, and almost dangerous looking expression. To Yuri, it signaled that his control was gone. His hand, guided back by the other, cupped Yuri's ass. He knew what the other wanted, but if he was going to be teased, he was going to return it.

"Yes," Otabek panted. Pleaded, almost. He desperately wanted to be free of his pants. The sound he made was one unlike any other he's made. It was almost feral and desperate. He wanted to be free of his pants, he wanted to prepare Yuri for him. So many steps to get to what he wanted here. He wanted to watch Yuri's face as they had sex right here. Enjoy seeing exactly how the felt. He knew once Yuri's belly was rounder, doing it like this would become less simple.

Finally, he moved one finger, gently between Yuri's cheeks, teasing him there. His eyes were dark, filled with lust - with need.

Once, Yuri would have been self-conscious about being completely naked before the other like this, while Otabek still had his pants on- but they had come a long way since their first time. Yuri was a lot less nervous about his own body, less shy about having it on display. Especially when he knew what an effect on Otabek he had.

He shuddered as the other's fingers brushed against him, wetness slicking the other's fingertip when Otabek teased his rim.

"That's it," Yuri purred, rocking back to invite more of the other's touch against him, inside of him. In reward, Yuri's hands finally moved to undo the other's pants, pushing the zipper down, before digging his thumbs in at the other's hips, murmuring, "Lift up," as he put forward the effort to pull the other's pants down at least far enough that Otabek could kick them off.

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