bringbackgold | Catchall (for bespredel)

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.

Lifting up his hips, he felt those pants be tugged down, and he was finally free from the uncomfortable material. Once he was free, he felt alright rewarding the action Yuri had taken. He grunts happily, a half grin. He shifted, so that they could both get more comfortable there on the bed again, Yuri still straddling him. He leaned forward, taking one of Yuri's nipples between his teeth for a moment, then licked it.

Feeling the wetness on his fingertip, he moved it inside, past the muscle, but taking it slow and easy. Otabek, despite his need and eagerness, always had a certain tenderness to his action. He never wanted to hurt Yuri, and was purposefully gentle with him. Slowly, he added a second finger, and started to move them in and out of Yuri.

"Yura," his voice was thick against Yuri's chest. His hand on Yuri's erection moved, his arm shifting around Yuri, so his hand could rest on the small of his back, holding him towards himself.

"Better?" Yuri asked once he had gotten them around the other's knees, spreading his own legs wider, giving the other more space to work. Outside of his heats, Otabek was always so tender with him. It was thrilling, in its own way, that Otabek thought of him as something to be cherished. Cared for and special. How Otabek managed that every time, Yuri still couldn't quite get his head around.

Shuddering as Otabek's second finger joined the first, Yuri bit his own lower lip to keep from crying out. Otabek seemed intent on killing him with stimulation; pinching his nipple between his sharp teeth and making him clench around Otabek's fingers, releasing more slick.

"Beka," he panted, "Beka, Beka," the other's name a mantra, a prayer. He keened in loss as the other's hand moved away from his arousal, rocking against the other's fingers and moaning, "I'm ready, Beka. I need you," he panted, taking the other's cock into his own hand, sliding his thumb along the slit and pressing gently, spreading the other's pre across the head as he scooted higher up the other's hips. "Want to ride you, want to feel you in me," he panted, already trying to line himself up with the other before Otabek had even removed his fingers.

Otabek's fingers moved with a controlled tenderness, adding a third after he felt Yuri clench around him. He wanted to be sure that the other was absolutely ready. Otabek was never eager to hurt Yuri, although he found sometimes that it was hard to fight back that need to be rough when Yuri was in heat. After a moment, he moved three of his fingers more quickly, less gently. Yuri's pants of his names drove him wild. He wanted to speed this up. He wanted to get to feeling Yuri surrounding him.

He was relieved to be free of his pants, as much as they were able to be. He sighed in relief, though he didn't linger on the feeling long, lost in the feeling of Yuri's thumb moving over his cock. "Yura..." he couldn't stop himself from the sound that came from his throat.

When he felt that Yuri was prepared, and since the other was edging up closer to him, he removed his fingers. He used both hands to support Yuri, cupping his ass and lifting him slightly. "Ready?" he panted. He was certainly ready himself.

"Yeah, Beka. Gonna make you feel so good," Yuri purred, and as soon as Otabek's fingers were out of his way Yuri was pressing the head of Otabek's cock against his entrance, letting it catch against his rim in a way that always caused Yuri to gasp, and shudder. "Fill me up, Beka. Please," he begged, even as he rocked his hips, guiding the other deeper inside with a long, low moan.

Sounds falling from Otabek's lips always turned Yuri on, made him feel accomplished. Even in the bedroom Otabek was a quiet, could be restrained. Bringing out Otabek's baser instincts, making him a little wilder for Yuri was what he always strived to draw out in Otabek. Because bringing forward that level of lust always ended up pleasing them both immensely. Yuri had never been unsatisfied with Otabek, and he hoped that he did the same for the other.

Otabek's moan was low and seemed to almost have a purr in the back of his throat when he entered Yuri. His hips shift, thrusting upwards into Yuri so that he could start setting the pace. Words were no longer a possibility for him, aside from the muttering of Yura that seemed to escape his lips almost like a hymn. It's almost as though it's the only word he knows how to say.

His fingers grip Yuri's hips tight for several moments, finally able to pick up the pace as he rocks his hips up into him. A rhythm set, he wraps one hand around Yuri's cock, stroking him now, thumb brushing over the tip in a tease. He doesn't say anything, but there is the tiniest of smirks on his features. He's watching Yuri's face.

He always liked to see Yuri's face when they had sex. There was something about watching him say his name that was particularly appealing to him.

There's sweat on his forehead, dark strands of hair sticking to his face. He loved the way Yuri made him feel - better than anything that he could possibly imagine. He was the only person Otabek had ever been with, and he couldn't imagine himself ever having been like this with anyone else. They seemed to fit to him.

Yuri moaned in relief as Otabek sank into him, and he settled himself over the other, bringing their hips flush. His lips parted, head rolling back on his neck as his eyes fluttered shut, panting softly and just holding himself still. Letting him savour what it was to feel Otabek buried deep inside of him, filling him so completely that Yuri felt as though he would shatter and break- as though he was on the cusp of the greatest pleasure life could offer. It was almost as good as being satisfied during a heat; and Yuri still found it worth marvelling that he could have this. That Otabek gave him this as willingly as Yuri gave himself.

"Beka," he moaned, shuddering and constricting around the other as Otabek teased the head of his arousal, spreading clear fluid along the tip. Yuri already leaking for the other. Slowly, Yuri began to move. Rising up until the other was almost slipping free, before dropping himself down with his full weight and crying out.

Yuri was loud, had always been loud- unapologetically so. But there were times like now, when it was more intense. When his pleasure was almost blinding. A building pressure in his stomach; lower still, a tightening in his balls and a seeping wetness of his slick hole. Greedy for it, clenching around Otabek as he began to ride the other with purpose- wanting to bring himself to finish over the other's cock, wanting to feel Otabek's inside of him, and not allowing the noises of his pleasure to be restrained in doing so.

Unlike Yuri, Otabek was quiet. At least for the most part. Still, his grunts and groaning sometimes gained volume when enough of that impulse control left him, and he managed to find himself just wanted to get lost in the moment. Now was one of those few moments. His voice got louder as he rocked his hips into Yuri, feeling the slick surrounding him, and the way Yuri tightened around him. This caused his senses to get overwhelmed, and the sound that escaped his lips was particularly loud for him. It was a moan of "Yu--ri", his voice sounding raspy and broken.

He cursed in Kazakh - Fuck - a word he was sure by now Yuri recognized. He only ever used it when they had sex. And typically, it was during Yuri's heat that he had. But today was special. The world knew of what they had created, and Otabek had so much pent up frustration from earlier in the day. Frustration that was fading, replaced by the pleasure and joy he felt being with the other.

He feels that pressure deep within himself. He knows he is close, his body is begging him for release. He said the other's name again, "Yuri." It sounds more desperate, though. His hand on Yuri's cock starts to move more quickly, driven to bring him to completion.

The rough, soft noises that were escaping Otabek were maddening to Yuri. He was sure he could have come to them alone; biting his lip and whimpering softly to keep himself quieter, so that he could listen to the noises his lover was making. His stomach clenched, and he tried to stave off his orgasm just a little longer. Lost to the feel of the other inside of him, to Otabek's hand on him. His only thought was of Otabek- of the love he felt for him.

"Otabek-!" he gasped, trying to give the other warning, but that was it. Dropping himself heavily down on the other's length, Yuri cried out as he spasmed around the other, holding him deep as he spilled over the other's hand, his stomach and chest. His body clenched, milking Otabek's cock where Yuri held him deep, grinding back against the other to stimulate himself further, drawing out his own climax.

Otabek almost cursed, but all that came out was a hoarse moan when Yuri tightened around him. He wasn't even sure he could form the other's name at the moment. Being buried deep within Yuri made it hard enough to control himself, so he stopped trying to form words - settling for grunts and moans, and the occasional mutter of the other's name. He was glad he could still say it, he wanted to be able to cry out Yuri's name when the other would make him feel so good. He could easily drown in the sensation.

His hand sticky, he shifts it to rest on the other's hip, knowing full well the two of them would have to shower after this regardless. He slowed his own hips against Yuri's, trying to draw this out a bit longer. His eyes locked on Yuri, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead and neck as he rocked his hips, the other's name (an almost whispered "Yuri") coming to him easily as he came deep inside of him. He continued to move his hips, riding it out. He was panting hard, even as they slowed to a near stop.

He leaned in and stole a kiss. He didn't say it at that moment, but he knew he would later. Share with Yuri how much he loved him, how much he loved being with him. How this was his world. But he didn't think he could really speak right now.

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