He knew it was wrong. He knew that he would regret it soon. He knew that he was risking their friendship, but the moment Otabek pulled him close again, Yuri couldn't have cared less. For a second, the Kazakh had hesitated, the blond boy had seen it in his eyes – surprise, a lack of comprehension. But luckily he had tossed it aside. Never ever had Yuri been kissed so passionately. He felt like his body was set on fire just by the sinful lips and the tight grip that hold him in place. Yuri wrapped his arms around Otabek's neck and pulled him even closer to intensify their kiss. If he had known before that kissing the one you love would be so… maybe he would have gone for it sooner. He was already melting, his legs trembling and when Otabek bit into his lips just to enter Yuri's mouth with his tongue inviting its counterpart to fight, the young Russian could keep in a muffled moan and grasped the other's hair hoping to stop him from shaking so much. His body was obviously overwhelmed by this huge amount of sensation, Yuri had so far only been dreaming or fantasizing about. However, he needed more. He had to use his chance to experience all of this, so he could recall what it felt like being desired and hold by the only man he had really loved so far.

For quite some time they had been standing in the kitchen, their arms wrapped tightly around each other, kissing like nothing else was important. And for Yuri, there was nothing more important than this. He had lost track of time while he was enjoying their connection. Slowly, Otabek's hands started wandering on his back making their way down his spine. With every centimeter, Yuri started trembling more and his heart was beating so fast, he was afraid it would jump out of his chest. Feeling these soft touches on his skin while being pressed against his friend's bare chest was more than he could handle all at once. He needed to calm down a bit or he would pass out any second. Using all the strength he had left in his body, he drew back a little. Immediately, Otabek opened his eyes and a worried expression came on his face. "Is everything alright? Did I go too far?", he asked and though his voice was rough and deep and showed how aroused he had just been, it was full of fear. Fear that he had done something Yuri hadn't want. The young Russian wanted to answer, but he couldn't, he needed to catch his breath at first. However, when Otabek tried to withdraw from their hug, he kept him in place. "No you didn't…" Yuri panted. "It's just…" 'It's just that you are burning me, you're drowning me. I've loved you for so long and I never thought that this could happen. You have no idea how many nights I have spent imagining us doing exactly this and now my body is unable to cope with it. I'm afraid that if we go on I will pass out…' 'That's probably what he should have said. But he didn't. "It's just…you don't need to hold back."

Without hesitation Otabek shoved Yuri to the closest wall, placing his hands under his butt to lift him up. Pressed against the wall by the hot body in front of him, the blonde boy wrapped his legs around the other's waist. For some heartbeats, they just looked into each other's eyes. There was so much Yuri could see in Otabek's. So many mixed and twirling feelings and he was sure he wasn't any better. However, the strongest was lust. Lust and desire caused by him. It was him who made Otabek feel this way. But before Yuri could think about that any longer, the Kazakh was kissing him again. At first, the Russian was so caught up, he didn't notice the light finger tips that left burning trails on his bare chest that was revealed by his bath robe. Soon, the feathery strokes became demanding hands reaching for every inch of him. Also, Otabek's lips started to move. Kissing along his jawbone, he made his way to Yuri's ears and when he bit his earlobe, the latter let out a long moan. At the same time, the hands on his chest had be wandering as well and Yuri could feel that they were pulling on his belt. This was a sign for him that he needed to become more active, too. But when he tried to led his fingers slide form Otabek's hair down his back, the older skater immediately stopped his attempt to open the bath robe, took the other's hands and used one of his own to pin them over Yuri's head against the wall.

Not being able to move made it even harder for Yuri to keep his composure. He was yearning for Otabek's touches and he showed him by not keeping in his voice. And the Kazakh seemed to like it judged by the hard erection that was pressing against his thigh's. With only on hand left and his lips kissing Yuri's collar bone, Otabek needed quite some time to finally loosen the belt. When he managed to open it, he let go of the Russian's hands, placed his arms on his butt and took a step away from the wall so the bath robe slid from Yuri's shoulders. Now being completely naked, he let his hips grind against Otabek's body which made the latter tighten his grip on Yuri's butt, crawling into his cheeks. This was enough, he couldn't take anymore. Heavily painting, Yuri tried to speak, but only two words came out "…Bedroom…now."