I'm coming to Russia for a few weeks, Victor has a program lined up for me and I'll be staying with him and Yuuri.
Those words Yuri just layed in bed reading over and over trying to figure out a response. The text came in that morning while he was sleeping as the time difference is a few hours between the two. Not sure how to respond as it had been a year since they had seen one another and they kept the text going back and forth, but Otabek wasn't exactly the talkative type.
Groaning and rolling over on his back almost laying on his cat he threw his phone. "Why can't I just answer a damn text! It is like I am 15 again and damn fool!" Getting up and trying to figure out where he threw his phone he opened it back up to the message again. "Cool." He responding. Hitting send he threw his phone again. "UGH! I sound like a douche bag!"
Throwing himself back down on his bed face first he starts to punch into his pillow when his cat meows at him and jumps off the bed. He hears the phone chime again and he goes to look once again for it. Opening the screen he opens the message from Otabek. "What? Just cool?" Was all the response that came back.
Groaning again he decided NOT to throw his phone and goes find his cat ear headband and put them on. Glancing in the mirror he fixes his shirt and puts the headband on and snaps a picture with a thumbs up and a smirk sending back in response. He knew Otabek thought the ears were cute and made his "Russian Fairy" look adorable.
Yuri knows even in the past three years as he did finally grow but stayed thin and wispy, he would never grow out of being the "Russian Fairy". He didn't mind it either. He even grew his hair out and it reached halfway down his back and he had gotten good at making it into a thick long blonde braid down his back. He even enjoyed playing with a little eyeliner. It drove Yukov crazy, Yuri didn't care. If Russia wants him to be their fairy, they will get a dark fairy at that.
The phone chimes again and he gets a picture in response, it is a picture in reply. Otabek and his half sideways grin with a thumbs up as well and text under it saying, "Love the ears! Where is your make-up?" and added a laughing emoji next to that.
Yuri sent him back a picture of his dresser top showing his couple eyeliner pencils and glitter lip gloss and added text back, "Maybe I'll try these on you when you get here?"
The response back was plain and simple, "No"
Yuri chuckles and put his phone in his pocket so he could get his eyeliner on before ballet practice that morning. He knew Yuuri would be banging on his door soon for them to leave. They would walk down there in the mornings with Victor riding his bike ahead of them urging them to jog as he went to the ice rink a few blocks away.
Lilia gave Yuri hell again for the eyeliner and giving him a grueling routine to work on and to work more on his stretches. He wondered how much more damn flexible did the old hag want him to be? Sure he got tall, but he could still bend and move better than anyone in the class. She always fussed and gloated over Yuuri as he was so polite and so graceful and never gave her any lip.
Afterwards they always met Victor for lunch at a cafe between the studio and rink. Finally checking his phone he saw a message from Otabek. "Plane booked. Victor sent me the confirmation."
Looking up from his food he asked Victor, "Why the hell didn't you tell me Otabek was staying with us for a few weeks and you were helping him with a routine?"
Victor looking up from his phone for a minute said, "Oh must have forgotten." Then went back to his lunch. Yuuri chuckled, "Victor, you know the only thing that makes our Russian Smile is Beka."
Yuri kicks him under the table, "Don't you dare tease me you fatso and don't you dare call him that either!" Slamming his hands down on the table he glares over at Yuuri and Yuuri and Victor both start laughing.
"Oh but Yurio! It is so true! You blush so cute when he is around or someone talks about him. I'm starting to think you have a crush on our Beka!" Victor says while laughing.
Slamming his hands down again he kicks Victor his time under the table causing Yurri and Victor to start laughing again. "You know not everyone is gay for eachother like you two are! Can't I just have a damn friend?" He can feel his face boiling and his body starting to tremble with hate.
Yuuri taking Victor's hand as they are still laughing kisses Victor's ring. "Ok, ok… sorry Yurio. We just assumed since Mila throws herself at you on a weekly basis and you continue to turn her down. I mean she is a very beautiful woman."
Taking a sip of his drink and growling Yuri mumbles back, "I could have nailed that hag three years ago when I was two feet shorter if I wanted. She so shamelessly throws herself at anybody in our rink. She would probably break me in half anyway."
This caused Victor to start laughing all over again. "Yes Yurio, I think you are right. She even scares me a little bit!" Yuuri nodding his head in agreement they go back to finishing their lunches and Yuri gets his phone back out to rely back to Otabek, "So when will you be here?"
Instantly a reply comes back in, "Tomorrow. You don't mind picking me up do you? Victor says he will rent me a motorbike so I can travel around as well."
Spitting his drink across the table (thank goodness they had finished eating) he glares at Victor.
"Tomorrow! He will be here tomorrow! And just where is he staying?" practically yelling.
Victor casually takes his napkin to wipe off the water spit on his arm. "Ah yes, Yurio, tomorrow you need to pick Otabek up at the airport at 10 am. Take him by the bike rental place. I have it all reserved. Oh! Yes, he is staying in the guest bedroom. I figured since we have a three bedroom and Yuuri and I share a room, you have your room, well we have an extra. You don't mind do you? We can be a happy little family for a few weeks, yes?"
Yuri sits there mouth hanging wide open. Tomorrow? As in under twenty four hours tomorrow?
"Oh and I also forgot to tell you, you can have the day off tomorrow. Yukov and Lilia agreed. I worked it all out."
Yuri sits there just staring blanking at the old fool. "I swear old man, your memory gets worse the older you get!"
Standing up and grabbing his phone he stomps his way to the rink thinking about how he could get away with just burning Victor's things. He is also conflicted with the fact he is a bit ecstatic that Otabek will be here tomorrow and he can see him again, after all, it had been over a year since they were always in different competitions at different times.
As Yuri is walking and sulking his way to the rink all he can think about are the harmless text they have shared back and forth the last year. The last two months or so it turned a bit flirty and makes Yuri want to kick himself for being an ass. UGH! He wants to kick something, set something on fire or just tearing a certain silver haired Russian to pieces.
Stomping into the rink he slams open the door to the locker room glad to have it all to himself. Slamming the doors around of the lockers is enough to get a little rage out.
It is not that he is unhappy about Otabek coming, he is "very" happy, but there is also this awkwardness and foolishness he feels.
Two months earlier…
(yuri) BEKA! GUESS WHO IS DRUNK!
(otabek) Can you give me a hint? ;)
Holy shit! Beka sent me a wink! Yuri in his drunken haze decided to sent a picture. He was wearing another of Victor's sweaters that was way too big for him, and since Victor loves open necks it hangs off one of Yuri's shoulders. Victor always complained out loud about Yuri stealing his clothing, but he always smiled when he saw Yuri curled on the couch glaring into his phone with his clothes falling off that thin frame.
The black sweater was hanging off one shoulder and Yuri pushed it even further down. The tattoo of the leopard prints on his shoulder proudly showing, he only had them a few months and Lilia about had a litter of kitten when he walked in with them that morning to ballet. Yuri loved them, they went down his right shoulder to his collarbone and done his back to his shoulder blade and little over the top of his shoulder. He got the cat ear that matched his tattoo and put them on. Slipping on some of the glitter gloss he keeps around he slathers one on and goes to take a selfie giving a kissy face to the camera.
Yes that is sexy! He sends the picture and waits. His phone chimes immediately.
(otabek) A very cute hint.
Yuri squeals and clutches his phone. He decides to go to his mirror and take a full body picture. He was wearing his leopard print leggings as well and bends over into the mirror with his phone and blows a kiss taking a picture. The sweater had fallen some and it was a hint down the sweater but not a lot. Sending the picture he sent a text as well.
(yuri) u still havent guessed Beka!
(otabek) Could it be my Russian Fairy?
(yuri) only for my Beka! want a fashion show? 3
Having a few drinks under him turned his anger at the world off and Otabek was taking advantage of a happy Yuri.
(otabek) Fashion show?
Yuri runs to his closet and tosses off Victor's sweater and grabs his black midriff top. He slips it on and looks in the mirror. He notices how low his leggings hit and shows the lines in his hips and his abs standing out proudly, poses and snaps another picture and sends.
(otabek) are those even considered clothes?
(yuri) Of course they are! They are the best clothes you ass!
(otabek) well they do suit you very well. ;)
Another winky face! Yuri squealed out loud this time and ran back to his dresser. Tossing off the leggings he grabbed him black dance shorts and his red leg warmers that went up above his knee midthigh.
Going back to his mirror he posed standing on his toes in a ballet pose and sent another picture.
(otabek) Very nice.
(otabek) You really should smile more btw.
Flopping down on his bed hold his phone over his head reading those words. Smile more? I smile… well… sometimes.
Making a big goofy grin Yuri sends that.
Otabek surprises him by sending him one showing his legs in jeans he is wearing, he looks to be sitting at a window and Yuri can almost make out his reflection in it and the night sky in the background.
(yuri) stop teasing me and lemme see your face Beka!
(otabek) not this ugly mug
(yuri) let me be the judge of that
A picture comes in. Classic Otabek. Expressionless other than his eyes. Yuri swears there is a slight twinkle to them.
(yuri) and you say I dont smile enough
(otabek) didn't want to break the camera
(yuri) I like looking at you
(otabek) likewise
Yuri rolls over and with a smile on his face falls to sleep.
Present Day:
Lacing up his skates he feel the blush coming back to his cheeks. Why did he send all those damn pictures to Otabek? Why did Otabek keep replying. He almost stopped texting him completely but the next morning Otabek text him asking if he had a headache. Which Yuri did and took his hangover anger out on Yuuri and Victor all morning. He got even angrier the more they laughed at him. He didn't know what was worse, him being hungover or them not being affected by his sour attitude.
Going out to the rink he dropped his bag on the bench that had his water bottles in it and set his phone down next to it. Taking off his skate guards his stepped out on the ice and started furiously doing laps around the rink. Yuri started to skate as fast as he could laps all around the rink. Pushing himself and his rage to skate even faster each lap.
"Yurio!" he heard Victor yell.
"Fuck you!" and he kept doing laps. He could see them enter the rink as well and moved to do a few laps as well on the inside as Yuri was hugging the outside pushing hard. He felt his legs and quads on fire and it just pushed him harder.
Victor skated next to him, always pissed him off as no matter how old Victor got he was always faster than him. Finally slowing down going back out of the rink he downed a bottle of water.
"Want to tell me what that was about?" Victor asked.
"Fuck off old man!" Yuri growled.
"Fine, Yokov is coming in with everyone else, you can explain to them your foul mood." And Victor went back out to rink as Yuri was warming up to work on his routine.
Yuri spent the afternoon growling at everyone who tried to speak to him. After calling Mila some colorful names she finally took the hint and left him alone as well. Yuri did his practice, his jumps and finally felt as if he skated off his foul mood and when practice was over went to go back to the locker room to shower. He really had pushed himself hard and he was a sweaty mess.
Once showered and dressed he went to check his phone. He saw Otabek had messaged him again.
(otabek) hows the routine going?
(yuri) hard as fuck, exhausted
(otabek) dont go wearing yourself out before I come
(yuri) you know I will
(otabek) victor told me you are pushing yourself too hard
FUCKING VICTOR!
"VICTOR!" Yuri screams in the locker room.
(yuri) the old man lies
(otabek) whats up yuri?
Fuck, I can't tell him I feel like an ass for flirty with him the last few months. Sure the drunken night he understands… but the subtle text he sent afterwards?
(yuri) nothing Beka, just in a mood.
(otabek) dont lie to me Yuri
Shit. How can he tell I'm lying from all the way over there?
(yuri) just working off some issues, the ice cured me
(otabek) what did you work off? You can talk to me Yuri.
(yuri) I know Beka, seriously, it is nothing.
Yuri takes a selfie with a thumbs up and send to Otabek. Otabek let's it drop… for now. Yuri knows he won't stop till he gets an answer but the man is so fucking patient he eventually will get it out of him, he knows this.
(otabek) ok my Russian Fairy, going to bed early. early flight. see you tomorrow
(yuri) sleep well beka
Leaving out the rink he sees Victor and Yuuri waiting on him. Of course they are deep in conversation and Victor can't keep his hands off Yuuri. Pushing past them he goes to stomp out and hears them follow. "It is like having fucking babysitters everywhere I go! And Victor, stop fucking talking to Beka!" Yuri growls as they leave the rink.
Yuri barely slept that night. Excitement and nervousness was building inside him. He managed a few hours sleep and around six am gave up. Went to go make coffee instead then he had to decide what to wear. Taking his cup back to his room he started to tear up his closet. Nothing was good enough. Stalking out of his room in his underwear he slammed into Victor and Yuuri's room turning their light on. Hearing both men groan and put pillows over their heads Yuri went to Victor's closet.
"What time is it." Yuuri whined.
"Early" Victor groaned back.
"Oh shut up you two! I have no clothes! Victor I need something to wear!" Yuri yelled throwing clothes out of Victor's closet.
"Yurio! Before you wreck my closet before the sun has risen, the back to the left, white shirt with green stripes. The neck is open enough like you like and the green will match your eyes. Now please get out!" Victor throws a pillow at Yuri and he finds the shirt.
"Perfect!" He takes the shirt and leaves the room. Fuck it all, he left the lights on. He hears Victor yelling to turn off the light and then hears Yuuri getting up to turn it off.
He slips the shirt on and yes, it falls off his shoulder the way he likes. Let's his tattoo show. Slipping on his leather looking black leggings he decides to get his black combat boots with silver spikes on the toes and leaves them untied looking.
Turning in the mirror he decides he better clean up his room since he is sure Beka will want to see it. Finally satisfied and realizing his room has never been this neat before he checks the time. Ugh! Only seven am.
Taking his brush out, he starts to rip through his hair. Taking a few minutes to get all the knots and tangles out he starts to braid his hair back and keeps undoing and redoing it. Normally he wouldn't think twice about his braid and this morning his hair isn't working right. Trying another time he gets the braid to almost cooperate and ties it off.
Looking in his mirror he grabs his eyeliner. Nothing this morning is working right. It is almost eight now and he has to leave in about an hour and half. At least he started all this early. Normally he would just throw his liner on, smudge it a bit and not think twice. Today was different. The lines were not drawing around his eye and his hands were shaking too bad. Frustrated Yuri growls out.
He wipes off his liner and tried again. He does this a few times before he is completely furious and wants to start tearing up things. Looking in the mirror he sees the mess that is his eyes.
"Yuurio, do you need help?" He hears Yuri standing in his doorway with a cup of coffee still in his sleep pants.
"Da! Get your fat ass over here and help!" Yuri tries to sound frustrated but it comes out sounding almost like relief.
Yuuri comes over and grabs Yuri's make-up remover and takes it and starts to clean up the mess Yuri has made of his face. Yuunri was really good at makeup and had started painting a few years ago. Whenever they aren't practicing, he is out on the balcony on a pretty day painting something. Victor loves them and has hung them all over the flat. Yuri even has one in his room, it is one Yuuri painted of him. He remember jokingly flopping out on the loveseat saying, "Paint me like one of your French Girls!" Yuuri did. They laughed a lot during that time, but in the end, the Yuuri surprised him how well it was.
"How did you want this Yurio?" Yuuri speaks as he grabs the pencil.
"Well, I was going to smudge it, but um…."
"Ok, let me do this, close your eyes Yurio." Starting to lightly draw on his eyes, "You know, Victor always made me nervous. Even the first few days he was around, I never knew what to say, do… felt like I did everything wrong."
"Why are you telling me this piggy?"
"Just making conversation Yurio." He continues with the other eye. Finally finishing up he sets the pencil down. "Go look and let me know."
Yuri went to look, Usually he smudges the liner to look a bit more badass, but Yuri did a thin perfect line outlining his eyes top and bottom. Taking a second, he realizes it is perfect for today. "It'll do I guess." He replies. Yuuri taking it as a compliment and pats his shoulder and heads out.
Checking the time again he still has an hour before he needs to leave and heads out to the kitchen. Victor is in the kitchen making them breakfast.
"Yurio, sit down, let me make you a plate!" Victor says cheerfully.
Yuri grunts and sits down.
"That shirt really does bring out your eyes Yurio! I almost want to tell you to keep it, but I haven't even worn it yet." Victor is chuckling and shaking his head as he brings Yuri a plate over. Yuri doesn't know if he can eat anything and Yuuri slides him over the juice as well. They sit and the couple start their idle chatting as Yuri sits there picking at his food.
He didn't even realize they had finished eating till Victor asked if he was going to eat or play with his food. He finishes his juice and gets up and goes back to his room. Getting his glitter lip gloss he puts it on then goes to Victor's room again raiding his colognes.
Out in the front room he paces back and forth as Victor and Yuuri start to get ready for practice. Yuri continues to pace and look at the clock.
"Yuri, your ride is here." Yuuri calls out.
Yuri grabs his jacket and about runs out the door.
The ride to the airport isn't all that long and Yuri sits flipping through his social media sites. Once they get their he throws money at the driver and jumps out. Seeing it 9:45 he starts to walk through the airport trying to find the gate.
Sitting down waiting for the announcement the plan arrived, he flips his phone back out again.
(otabek) just landed
(yuri) cool. im here
Stuffing his phone in his pocket he sits and waits more. If time could travel any slower he wouldn't be surprised. Finally he sees people starting to come out the gate and his eyes are searching. Finally he sees the black hair, broad shoulders and stiff face coming through the gate. Catching his breath he forgets just how breathtakingly handsome this man is. Of course he is wearing worn jeans and his leather jacket. The jacket is open and he sees a simple Vneck black shirt underneath.
Otabek is looking around too and he sees Yuri. They both just stand where they are at staring at one another. Otabek shakes his head slightly and starts to walk over to Yuri and Yuri somehow realised his legs were moving as well. Once they reach one another Yuri is not sure what to do and he holds out his hand as if to shake Otabek's hand. Otabek looks at his hand and smacks it away and embracing Yuri around his waist he hugs him. Yuri takes a sharp breath and wraps his arms around his shoulders.
"Ah, my beautiful Russian Fairy." Otabek says in his ear. Yuri about shivers at the thought. Pulling back Yuri ask "How was the flight?"
"Stuffy and boring."
Going to get his bags they walk in silence. Yuri keeps looking over at him and can't help keep staring. Otabek has a strong jaw, and his hair is a tad longer but still wearing the undercut.
They get his bags and head out. "Let's drop these eyes then go get the motorbike." Otabek states and Yuri nods. The ride back to the place Yuri kept glancing over at Otabek and Otabek would raise his eyebrow at him. "What Yura?" He finally says.
"N-Nothing…. Just can't believe you are here really." Yuri all but stammers out. Otabek takes his hand and just holds it. Nothing else is said on the ride home, but Yuri is sure he melted into the car seat just then.
Once back at the flat Yuri and Otabek get his stuff to his room and Yuri ask if he wants to unpack but he doesn't just yet. "Let's go get food and a bike." Otabek trails his finger down the side of Yuri's face and he can feel the heat crawling up his cheeks. Otabek smirks and grabs Yuri's hand pulling him out the flat.
As they get out on the street, Yuri explains the motorbike place is just a few blocks away. Grunting back Otabek doesn't let go of Yuri's hand and they just walk in silence. Finally reaching to the motorbike place they go in and get the bike and Victor made sure to get him the best one they had. Grabbing helmets they head out.
Yuri wraps his arms around Otabek and they take off. This is what he loves about the bike rides. He can wrap his arms around Otabek without explaining. They go down a few streets and Otabek stops and Yuri unravels himself from him stepping off. They go into a cafe to grab some lunch and they don't speak much. Otabek never really does.
"What is there to do around here?" He asked.
"Well, we are usually practicing and eating. We watch some TV in the evenings, you know, normal things I guess." Yuri can't believe how stupid he sounds. He wants to kick himself but goes to drinking his water instead. "There are a couple bars around here and a dance club we have gone to a couple times."
Otabek grunts and they finish their food in silence.
Heading back to the flat they decide Otabek will unpack as Yuri goes to his room and he fires up his laptop checking on different news and social media sites. He hears a knock at the door and says "Come in".
Otabek causally walks in and looks around. Yuri is at his desk with his laptop and can see Otabek slowly walking around looking at different things in the room. Yuri has a corkboard on his wall where he has different newspaper clippings, some pictures and…. WAIT! FUCK!
Yuri jumps up from the desk and rushes over but Otabek has already seen it. On it Yuri has a picture Otabek sent him he sent to get printed out and it is hanging on his corkboard. Yuri tries to push his way around him and cover the board but Otabek already has seen it.
Yuri can't tell the expression on Otabek's face, but his is heating up. His cheeks are a deep red and he flops down on the bed groaning covering his face with a pillow.
"Yura, why do you hide?"
Groaning Yuri says, "Beka…. I'm…. sorry. Forgot I had that there." And he turns over on his stomach refusing to look over at him. He feels his mattress dip and a hand on his shoulder turning him back around.
"I'm flattered Yura. Don't be embarrassed." He trails his hand down Yuri's face again. Those strong piercing eyes locking on Yuri. Yuri thinks time has stopped again. Nothing else at this moment matters. Yuri takes the hand carassing his face and kisses Otabek's knuckles. Otabek takes a sharp intake of breath.
"Yura, you are so beautiful." and he leans in a kisses Yuri softly. Yuri closes his eyes and he lets out the breath he is holding. The kiss ended too quickly for him but his heart is racing. Otabek gets back up off the bed and looks up over Yuri's bed. The picture of him Yuuri painted is hung above it.
Yuri sits up and looks at it as well. He is wearing his classic black leggings he normally lives in and one of Victor's sweaters in a pale blue that hangs off his shoulder. He is sprawled out on the loveseat and Victor thought it would be funny to place a rose between his teeth. He has a hand on his forehead and head tilted back.
"Yuuri likes to paint. All the pictures in the flat he did. Apparently the pig is good at everything." Yuri grumbles. Otabek chuckles.
"I like it. I wonder if he can paint you as a fairy?" Otabek says.
Yuri rushes back over to his desk and opens the drawer. "Well he did sketch a picture one day when Victor brought it up." He pulls out the paper and hands to Otabek. He sees a small smile on his face.
"Yes, this is my Russian Fairy." He says.
"Y-You can… have it." Yuri stammers.
Nodding Otabek holds the picture.
"If you don't mind I am going to go lay down. I was up very early. Don't let me sleep too long." Leaning in he kisses Yuri's cheek and heads out the room holding Yuri's picture.
Yuri doesn't know how long he is standing there, but his phone chimes.
(victor) did he make it ok?
(yuri) yea he is here. he went to go rest.
(victor) Great! We are headed to the rink for a short practice. We are taking you two out tonight!
Groaning Yuri sets the phone down and heads to the living room turning on the TV.
And hour and half later Otabek comes out of the guest room and Yuri is in the kitchen making tea. Sitting down at the table he watches Yuri get out a second cup and continues making them tea.
"Victor says he is taking us out tonight." Yuri says.
"Ah, do you know where?"
"No clue. That old man loves going out though. Any reason he can find and of course pork cutlet bowl can't tell him no and they drag me along. Especially now that I am able to drink in bars and clubs. I think Victor likes getting a few drinks in his husband because then he will dance with him. It is really disgusting." Yuri growls out the last part.
Otabek snorts a reply and takes his tea.
"Why is it disgusting?"
"Well you know, Yuri gets to grinding against Victor and they get all touchy feely and kissy. Bad enough without alcohol they can't keep their hands off one another. Imagine what a few drinks do to them!" Yuri gets passionate about this and he is flailing his arms around.
Otabek chuckles and stands up and walks over to Yuri where he is sitting on the other side of the table, bending over wraps his arms around Yuri, "It is cute Yura, they love each other and want to show the world. It is their love and passion that makes those two unstoppable." He takes his hand and starts to trace Yuri's collarbone as he was whispering in his ear.
Using his hand he turns Yuri's face to face him and he kisses him softly. Taking his hand and slipping under Yuri's oversized shirt Yuri kisses back and Otabek bites at Yuri's bottom lip. He opens his mouth and Otabek twirls his tongue in his mouth. Yuri plays with his tongue and they dance them together. Lifting his arm over his head he clutches to Otabek and Otabek flicks at one of Yuri's nipples in his shirt. Moaning Yuri arches into it and deepens the kiss.
Otabek hears keys in the door and he breaks away from Yuri kissing him quickly and sitting back down at his tea as if nothing happen. His cheeks are red and his lips are as well. Yuri is sitting there panting with both hands on the table cursing under his breath.
"Ah! Otabek! You made it!" Victor and Yuuri come walking into the kitchen. Otabek gets up and Victor hugs him tightly. Yuuri comes over and shakes his hand then go start the kettle for tea.
"Did Yurio tell you we are going out tonight? Dinner and Dancing!" Victor exclaims and twirls in the kitchen. Yuuri laughs and shakes his head and Yuri continue to curse under his breath.
Yuuri looking up from the kettle smiles and a twinkle in his eye, "Hey Otabek, you got glitter on your lips."
Yuri's face burning up stomps out of the kitchen as Victor is laughing and Otabek is casually wiping his lips with a napkin.
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