bringbackgold | Catchall (for bespredel)

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.

When the other filled him, Yuri moaned long, and low. Shuddering in overstimulation as his eyes slipped shut, pupils blown wide and lips parted as he panted for breath, his cock giving a valiant twitch with the other's climax.

Otabek slowed, and so did Yuri. His hips and legs still trembling with soft, latent shudders, but for the most part he was still. He leaned forward, meeting the other's lips when Otabek surged forward seeking his, sighing into the kiss as his fingers slid into the other's hair, gripping softly as Yuri held himself close. For long moments, Yuri was content in their silence. Sharing air, feeling Otabek's heart beat against his own chest. First frantic and laboured, but beginning to slow down- much like the slowing thunder of his own.

Now, bereft of the frantic lust of their lovemaking, there was something softer in the air between them. Yuri's touches gentle, romantic and sweet. Savouring the lack of distance between them, the feel of Otabek's hair between his fingertips, and then beneath them as he slid down to the shorter, shaved section. He kissed him again, their noses brushing, Yuri's eyes partially lidded. Gazing deeply into Otabek's own as softly, he smiled.

"I love you," he whispered, barely loud enough for the other to hear, the words brushed more against Otabek's lips than they were truly spoken, but it didn't make them any less true. Kissing the other again, after a moment Yuri turned his head. Gently burying his nose into the other's neck and breathing deeply, a small, content sigh leaving him as he leaned against the other.

Otabek's heart always skipped a beat when Yuri expressed himself like that. No matter how often the other said it, it almost always felt like he had heard those words for the first time. There's a softness to his expression that only Yuri ever gets to see. He nuzzles against Yuri, when the other buries his nose into his neck. He enjoys the closeness and tenderness that they can share. He likes it almost more than when they are intimate, or having sex.

He's quiet for several moment, after the other says this.

"I love you. You're my everything." He has never been good at big, romantic confessions. But these small ones came so easily with Yuri. Yuri was his entire world.

His body was now relaxed and a little tired. "We should clean up soon." There was an implication in his tone that they could shower together. After they showered, they could just get cozy here and cuddle. He'd enjoy this time off, knowing well he'd have to go back to skating very soon.

Yuri hummed by way of agreement. Knowing that while he was content now, he wouldn't be for much longer when fluids began to dry. And if he didn't move soon, he was likely to fall asleep. But... he could spare at least a moment or two longer, he thought. Trying not to drift- but already starting to doze, his head against Otabek's shoulder.

Things all seemed to happen at a whirlwind pace. Between visiting Otabek's parents, more ultrasounds, and Otabek's training things all seemed to happen so fast. Yuri's stomach grew, but not like he had thought it would. His doctor, and then his midwife both assured him that it was perfectly normal. That she was healthy, just sitting further towards his spine than not, making him appear smaller than average.

'Her,' she.' When the doctor had told them the gender at one of Yuri's ultrasounds he had practically punched Otabek's shoulder, shouting about how he'd been right, he'd known it all along and punching the air in excitement. Their perfect little princess- he couldn't believe how lucky he was. How lucky they both were.

Summer was getting warmer and warmer though, and July was already feeling like too much for Yuri to handle. He didn't even want to think how intolerable August would be. But at least he wasn't as round as he had expected; could still see his toes, could still almost touch them. Mostly. It was uncomfortable, and he always felt warm. More often than not if he was home, he was in as little clothing as possible. Otabek didn't really seem to mind, though.

They had packed up Yuri's apartment in what felt like record time, but finding another place to move into hadn't been so easy. The right place never seemed to come up, and as weeks had gone by Yuri had gotten more and more frustrated, wanting to start on the nursery as soon as possible- which wasn't possible when they didn't have a nursery to speak of!

They'd only found something a few weeks before the start of July, and had finally been able to move in on the first. It was a nice condo, at least, but it wasn't exactly Yuri's dream home. Still, it had a pool, and a gym, and more importantly air conditioning- but even that didn't seem to be enough to cool him off. Still, at least they had a place to live. A place to make theirs; a place to call home.

She'd been moving inside of him for a week or so, now. At least, noticeable enough for Yuri to feel it. But Otabek hadn't been lucky enough to feel it yet. Yuri was working on unpacking some more of their belongings, sitting on the floor and pushing books into the bookshelf- when she started to kick again.

Gasping, Yuri hustled as fast as he could onto his feet, sliding from the hallway, into the nursery where Otabek was setting up the crib.

"OTABEK!!" Yuri practically roared at the other, excitement and demand both in his tone as he surged forward, grabbing the other's hand and shaking the screwdriver out of it almost violently, before beaming as he brought the other's hand excitedly to his stomach. "She's kicking, feel? She's moving!" Yuri positively lit up, beaming with both pride and excitement at her little, but fierce motions.

Things were moving so fast. Otabek was glad that the trip to visit his parents was over with and done. His mother had proved to be a continued thorn in his side, but he anticipated that would be the case. She would probably be like this for quite some time, despite how happy anyone could see he was. He'd be convinced that she was possessed by another creature or ill if she suddenly decided that Yuri was the perfect mate for him, especially this quickly. Maybe, just maybe once she'd get to hold her grandchild, she'd behave a little differently.

When they found out that their child was a girl, Otabek's entire world shifted. Sure, he knew that they were having a child, but knowing that it was going to be a girl created images in his mind of her and their future together. He imagined what she would look like, how she would be. And on the ultrasounds, she was looking more and more like a baby. He was getting a little nervous about how good of a job he'd do, regardless of what Yuri ever told him.

The condo was nice, a good place to start at least, in Otabek's opinion. He was glad they found it when they did, Yuri was starting to get bigger - slowly but surely. And their princess would have her own room. He was excited to get started on her nursery. He ultimately decided that what Yuri wanted it to look like was the most important to him, and he'd add his own touches throughout.

Yuri was more obviously pregnant, at least as far as he could tell. Otabek had a hard time keeping his eyes and hands off of him. He couldn't help it. Part of it was just wanting to be with Yuri and their daughter, the other was that she was starting to move around, and he so wanted to feel it.

Frustrated over the instructions of the crib, and sure he had missed a step or done something wrong. He was getting flustered, and had to send Yuri out because he didn't really want the other to see him getting so frustrated with himself. But it seemed like he made no progress when Yuri had burst back into the nursery, taking his hand.

And then he felt her. There she was, tiny and fierce. A powerful little princess. He was so in love. He didn't move his hand, just left it there, moving it over the curve of Yuri's stomach. His heart raced, and his breath caught in his throat. There were tears in the corner of his eyes. He had wanted to feel this since Yuri had mentioned it was happening. And now, he got to feel their princess. "Hey there, baby girl," he cooed. He hadn't thought much of it, but the tears that had formed came rolling down his cheeks.

Finding out her gender had made everything that much more real, and exciting. Yuri didn't know if the novelty, the awe would ever wear off. There was always something new and exciting to learn about their baby, a reminder that they had a whole lifetime of surprises and excitement ahead of them. Having her start to move and kick, was just the most recent little miracle. A blessing yuri didn't have the words for.

Otabek's reaction was everything he'd been hoping for when he had rushed through their new home to find the other. Yuri let out a soft, breathless laugh, the corners of his own vision growing wet to see the emotion on his lover's face. His hand extended, fingertips tracing the other's cheek, thumb wiping away the other's tears softly. In response to Otabek's voice, their little princess began to kick harder, fussing and wriggling beneath the other's hands.

"She likes your voice," Yuri crooned softly, not wanting to disturb the moment, keeping his words hardly above a whisper so as to preserve this soft, and tender moment between them. Between the three of them. "Our little princess, Beka. Just five more months," and Yuri sounded breathless with excitement, and awe. Their princess, their little girl.

The frustration he felt from trying, and failing thus far, to put together the crib was long gone at being able to feel the movement of his daughter. This was everything he had wanted, and needed, for about week. When Yuri mentioned how long was left, Otabek realized how little time they really had left. Just about five months ago, they had been celebrating Valentine's Day, with no idea as to where they would be now. And now, in five months, they would be holding their daughter - the little princess - in their arms. They would be caring for another, very small, human. He knew he would always worry whether or not he was doing a good job, although there was no doubt that she would be loved and cared for.

Once the tears started, they wouldn't stop. He was glad for the distraction. Her moving around renewed his motivation to get this together. He'd never claim to be gifted at building things. But he'd already move mountains for the princess. He doesn't move his hands away. He just wants to feel her as much as he possibly can.

"Only five more months, Princess. Your mama and papa love you." His voice was calming. He was cooing to the baby that was moving around inside of Yuri. He looked up to Yuri. "I'm glad."

His thumbs kept stroking the other's cheeks softly, gently and sweetly wiping away the other's tears. His left hand slid to the back of the other's head, fingers threading softly and gently through Beka's hair, and drawing him softly closer to his belly. He loved it when Otabek kissed his belly, when he lavished attention there. Not for anything illicit or sexual, necessarily, but just to feel. The way Otabek couldn't seem to take his hands off him did wonders for Yuri's comfort levels; made him feel wanted, comfortable and unafraid for the future. Which for Yuri, was rare.

"So much," he agreed, pressing his stomach into the other's hands as she continued to kick, and wriggle, "And I love you, Beka. I love our home, I love our baby," he let a soft, wet laugh, his own tears beginning to fall. "Sometimes, I still can't quite believe... that I have this. That I wake up with you. That this isn't all just a dream..."

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