Fair warning since it was an issue to some on ao3: There will be bottom Otabek in this chapter

The view from his apartment windows revealed a world blanketed in white and amazingly vibrant. The dingy, worn pavement and bleak barren lot across the street seemed more beautiful as Yuri stood sipping his coffee. He knew that he had an annoying habit of falling for people far too quickly, but could not bring himself to care in his current situation. It wasn't really a relationship and he had no idea how it would truly progress, but he was damn excited to find out.

There were so many hours until the meeting time that Yuri wondered what the hell to do with himself in the meantime. He was nervous in the best way possible, and decided to put that energy to use picking out an outfit. After tossing most of his wardrobe onto his bed, he fished through garments, piecing together many things, and indecisively staring at them. At one point he even asked Snowball what she thought looked best. She shot him a bored look before curling up on the bed near his pillows and falling asleep.

He considered reaching out to Christophe or Mila for fashion advice but dismissed the idea. More than likely it would just end in lectures about safety and he did not feel like lying to them about what he was doing. Eventually, he settled on a grunge throwback outfit. Stone washed blue jeans with moderate holes strategically worn in them, a black Nirvana t-shirt, and a blue flannel. He topped everything off with the key necklace Otabek had gifted him, black boots, and his leather jacket.

After a leisurely shower and early lunch, Yuri decided to text his grandpa and asked if he could talk to him on Skype. Thankfully, his grandpa had the time, though he said he had to keep it short. When Nikolai Plisetsky's face appeared on his computer screen, Yuri felt his heart light up with familiar joy. It had been a while since they last chatted and he could not help the wide grin that spread across his face.

"Yurotchka, it's good to see you," said Nikolai, his deep voice mellow as usual.

"Hi, grandpa." Yuri leaned forward, still smiling. "I hope you're not melting down there."

"I am a little!" Nikolai laughed and the sound of it was infinitely comforting. "But the weather is nice and mild for these old bones. I like it."

"I'm glad." Yuri paused as his smile faded. "I miss you, grandpa."

"I miss you too," said Nikolai. "How are you doing? Are you making rent okay? Do you have enough food?"

"Yeah…I'm fine. I even managed to save some money recently." He only felt mildly guilty that it had been through very questionable methods. "I'm surprised Viktor hasn't been keeping you updated."

"He has, but I'd rather hear things from you." Nikolai looked thoughtful. "He said you've been acting distant lately. He's worried."

"Oh…" Yuri trailed off as he tried to think of a proper response. "It's just…it's been a hard year with you gone. But, seriously, I'm okay, grandpa. I'm adjusting."

"That's good," said Nikolai, his smile returning. "You know you can visit whenever you like, and I plan to come back home for a visit sometime next year."

"I'd love that. I'll ask Viktor when he can give me some vacation time."

Nikolai merely kept smiling as a response, taking a moment to admire his grandson. "You've grown into a fine young man, Yuri. I hate to cut this short, but I need to get going. I have a doctor appointment soon."

"Okay. I love you, grandpa."

"I love you too. Take care of yourself and say hi to Viktor and his Yuuri for me."

Yuri nodded and felt his stomach drop when his grandpa's face disappeared. A sinking feeling of loneliness settled into his chest like a weight. He stared at the screen for a while before turning on the TV. The programming during the week was always better than the weekend so he found a random movie to space out to. He pulled his afghan around himself and curled up on the couch. Snowball eventually joined him and he buried his face in her soft fur for comfort. At some point, he desperately hoped the feeling of isolation would get better. Try as they may, Viktor and Yuuri could not fill the void his grandpa had left.

One movie turned into two, he successfully motivated himself to repaint his nails an awesome dark gray color with metallic flecks, and before he knew it 4 pm rolled around. His phone's notification sound chimed startling him. He picked it up and was confused by the name that was displayed.

[Daddy O] I'm done with work and making us some food. Head over in about 30-45 minutes. I'll send my address next. Please write it down and delete it from your phone. I don't want it falling into the wrong hands.

Yuri almost asked himself who the fuck "Daddy O" was when it suddenly dawned on him. Otabek had put his name in Yuri's phone that way. It also dawned on him that he had sent a text from his own phone the previous night and had not noticed the name. In his defense he had been spectacularly distracted. He allowed himself to laugh at the absurdity of the situation before responding.

[Yuri P] You're a funny guy, Otabek. And don't worry about your address. I promise to protect it with my life

[Daddy O] I do try. Thank you for noticing. See you soon.

Yuri spent the remaining time primping himself until he was satisfied with his appearance, then donned his leather jacket and boots. The freezing weather and admittedly thin jacket set his nerves further on edge, but he didn't mind. He wanted to be completely lucid and aware of every moment that passed between him and Otabek.

The directions to Otabek's house seemed simple enough when he had looked at Google maps. Yuri would've liked to say he knew the entire city he grew up in like the back of his hand, but it was simply too large of a metropolitan area. Driving his beat-up, rumbling classic car into one of the nice parts of town almost seemed intrusive. It was a well known fact that the Edison District was an upper class neighborhood, and he had never had a reason prior to set foot in it.

Rather quickly, he found himself at the gated entrance of a grand house he recognized from the street view on his computer. The sun had already started its descent but he could still make out the details of the home. It had a double stacked chimney at the front and large glass windows that surely were more than a storey tall and rounded at the top. The front entrance was relatively modest, offset to the left, and the rest of the building was recessed behind what he assumed was the living room. A long stone walkway, manicured bushes, and a couple gnarled trees adorned its lawn.

After gawking for a moment, Yuri shot off a text that he had arrived. Within a minute, the wrought iron gate slowly swung open. He received directions to drive around to the back of the house and did as instructed. He was stunned to see how far back the house went, realizing he had initially underestimated its size. After putting his car in park and climbing out, he noticed a detached three car garage in the distance and a vast, landscaped backyard.

"Yuri!" called Otabek, drawing his attention to the back door.

Yuri jogged over to him, eager to get out of the cold. Once inside, Otabek told him to remove his boots since they were wet. He stood back and watched Yuri patiently as he fumbled them off while taking in his surroundings. They were apparently in a solarium, sporting many paned windows, plants for privacy and ambience, dark walls, a few love seats, chairs, and coffee tables scattered about. He wanted to study the room more, but Otabek urged him into the house through a sliding glass door.

They walked through an impressive, modern kitchen, full of brushed steel appliances and black marble counters before emerging into a living room. It couldn't be the living room Yuri had spied from the street since there were no large windows, only a couple narrow ones to the sides of the fireplace. The furniture wasn't what he would necessarily describe as "fancy" but it was nice and looked well used. The general color scheme was dark, with stained wood paneling, and cozier than he would have expected from a mansion.

"I'll take your jacket. Please, have a seat," said Otabek gesturing towards a dark brown leather sectional sofa.

Yuri shrugged his jacket off and finally took his first proper look at Otabek. He was dressed simply in a designer sweater and black jeans. His hair was slightly more disheveled than it had been the previous night, giving him a more casual appearance. Yuri wanted to rake his fingers through it as soon as possible, but wisely kept his hands to himself. He handed over his jacket and Otabek set it delicately onto a nearby chair. After sitting down, Yuri noticed in a delayed fashion that there was a fire burning, making the room pleasantly warm. There was also chilled champagne, two flutes, appetizers, and a gift box set on the coffee table before him.

Sitting beside him, Otabek took the champagne from its iced container and filled the two flutes, thoughtfully handing one to Yuri.

"Help yourself to the food." Otabek pointed to each dish and named them. "Cheese plate with olives, crackers, and prosciutto, shrimp cocktail, bacon wrapped dates with blue cheese, and fruit tarts. I apologize it's not a full dinner."

Realizing he was actually pretty damn hungry, Yuri immediately started eating. He tried his best to be neat and reserved but had no idea if he was accomplishing his goal. "Do you have a chef or something?"

"I do for family gathering, parties, or holidays, but I like to cook for myself otherwise." Otabek smiled softly then took a sip of his champagne. "It's become a hobby."

"Is that why you wanted to see me cook?" asked Yuri with his mouth half full.

"Maybe," said Otabek. "Though I'd much rather teach you than watch you in the future."

Yuri blushed and shoved some more food into his mouth as a distraction. He wondered if the "teaching" would involve sex toys like his last domestic display. "D-do you live here alone?"

"I do. This is our family home, but my parents moved to Royal Oak, and my sister married so it was left to me. Since my grandparents were the ones who originally bought it, I could not find it in my heart to abandon our legacy."

"Don't you get lonely?" asked Yuri.

Otabek shrugged, but did not answer the question. "Before I forget, for future reference, I do have a maid that comes once a week, so if you ever see her don't be alarmed."

Yuri nodded feeling a rush of happiness at the implication of him being around frequently enough to encounter the maid. He alternated between watching the fire and Otabek as they continued to eat and drink. Occasionally, his eyes wandered to the gift box on the table wondering what it was. Otabek noticed and spoke up.

"When you're done, take that box to the bathroom and change. It's in that hall to the left." Otabek pointed behind himself.

Curiosity getting the best of him, Yuri took up the box and made his way to the bathroom. Impatiently, he yanked the top off and started pulling out clothes. Inside was a black corset top with blood red roses embroidered on it, tiny leather shorts with a lace up front, black thigh high stockings with an elegant lace design at the top, a long sheer kimono-style cardigan, and a slim choker. Upon further inspection, there was also a hair tie, mascara, and pink lip gloss. He was surprised there weren't any shoes.

Yuri forced himself to change slowly so he wouldn't damage some of the more delicate clothing. He put his hair up in a messy top knot, leaving some bangs framing his face, and applied the makeup. There wasn't a full length mirror in the bathroom, but from what he could see he looked great. Otabek had fantastic taste in clothes.

When he walked back into the living room he noted that the food was gone but the champagne was still out. Otabek was standing by the fireplace and turned towards him when he heard him approach. He met Yuri halfway into the room, taking him gently by the arm and leading him to a rug before the fireplace. It was soft and fluffy under his feet with many pillows strewn about it. He suddenly had an idea of what they would be doing that night.

The sky had already grown dark, and the flickering flames were the only thing illuminating the room. Otabek took both of Yuri's hands in his and lifted his arms up, admiring his lithe, finely dressed form. He hummed in approval, slowly lowered them, then ran one up the silky fabric covering Yuri's torso.

"You're breathtaking, Yuri," Otabek whispered, hooking his hand behind Yuri's back and pulling him closer. His other hand wandered to Yuri's face, lightly brushing fingers over his cheek before skirting them down his neck to his collarbone.

Yuri leaned forward in an attempt to kiss Otabek, but he ducked his head out of the way, brushing his lips against the delicate skin of Yuri's neck. Yuri huffed in frustration.

"What are we going to do tonight?" he asked, hands twitching at his sides. "Can I touch you?"

"Go ahead," spoke Otabek against his skin. He kissed Yuri's neck briefly before moving his mouth to his ear. "Tonight…I want you to fuck me, Yuri."

Bringing his hands up to Otabek's shoulders, Yuri pushed him back slightly so he could share his shocked yet delighted expression. The most he had honestly expected was some kind of mutual masturbation session, or maybe some oral.

"Are you serious?" he asked, even though he was fairly certain Otabek wasn't joking.

"I am," answered Otabek letting his hands roam over Yuri's body more boldly. "I want to know what you feel like, how you move…if we're compatible in this manner. It's important information if we're going to proceed with our arrangement."

"Basically, you want to know if I suck in bed," laughed Yuri, tugging Otabek flush against his body. "Beka, I would love nothing more than to fuck you, right here, right now, right in front of this fire."

"I appreciate your enthusiasm." Otabek leaned up and offered a lingering kiss. "Before we get started, I do have some ground rules."

"Shoot."

"Foreplay is welcome but not necessary. I prefer to be prepped before any penetration. We will use protection, but I would like you to get tested soon, which I will pay for if this night goes well. I can also offer you recent test results of mine. I have plenty of condoms and lube. If you're out of practice and don't think you can last long, that's fine. I can provide you with a variety of cock rings to choose from or we can just go at it multiple times. Also I would like you to keep as much of the outfit on as possible while we have sex."

Yuri's mouth went a little dry as Otabek rattled off his list, and he was already starting to get hard. He mumbled that he understood, then framed Otabek's face with his hands, idly brushing back a stray wisp of dark hair. He looked into Otabek's eyes for a moment, pleased with the glint of lust he witnessed, before leaning down to kiss him slowly. Building up to the French kiss was always one of Yuri's favorite parts of kissing. Sure, there were times when he dove right in, but if he could help it he liked to take his time with his partners.

Otabek sighed into his mouth at one point, groping at various parts of Yuri's body. Yuri grabbed the hem of his top and pulled upwards. They parted only long enough to remove Otabek's sweater, which was carelessly tossed aside before their bodies met again. Next Yuri fumbled with the button and zipper of Otabek's jeans while resuming their now sloppy kissing. Once opened, he yanked them down roughly, getting them to mid thigh and then lowering Otabek onto the rug. After he was lying comfortably against some pillows, Yuri removed the pants altogether along with the socks.

He kissed his way up Otabek's body, enthralled with every inch of flesh his lips met. The curve of his calves, the muscles of his thighs, the subtly defined ridges of his abdomen, the slight arches of his pectorals, everything was beautifully formed. Kissing Otabek's mouth teasingly, he hovered over him, sneaking one hand between them to palm the man's half hard cock through his boxers.

Grasping at the fabric of his cardigan, Otabek moaned into Yuri's mouth causing him to smile. Even though he had seen it on his computer screen before, getting the chance to explore Otabek's cock with his own hand was exhilarating. He ran his fingers over it lightly, tracing its shape once again with much less inhibiting fabric, feeling its heat as it grew harder under such minimal touch. Suddenly, Yuri pressed the heel of his hand against it, applying steady pressure as he stroked.

Otabek broke their kiss to moan softly as he twisted his head away. Yuri took the opportunity to move down to his nipples, circling one with his tongue, then settling on the other. He took a moment to appreciate how small and dusky Otabek's nipples were before latching onto the closest one with more force, worrying the nub alternately with his tongue and teeth. Otabek's back bowed under the double ministrations to his chest and dick, which prompted Yuri to slide his fingers into the hem of Otabek's boxers and tug. He lifted his hips dutifully and allowed Yuri to discard them.

It immediately dawned on Yuri that Otabek was now gloriously naked before him, and he could not help but pull back to take it all in, situating himself neatly between Otabek's legs. He ran his hands over the meaty thighs resting over his own with awe, skirting them up to the hips that fit so nicely in his long-fingered grasp. Before focusing too much on the lovely cock lying heavily between Otabek's legs, Yuri let his eyes roam up his chest to his face. The expression he wore was beyond Yuri, holding obvious signs of desire, though his eyes reflected something much less obvious. The analogy of deep water came rushing back to the surface of Yuri's mind. Like deep water at night. He wanted to drown in it.

"Before I lose the ability to speak coherently, where are the condoms and lube?"

"Everything is right there," said Otabek, a little breathless, gesturing to his left.

Yuri saw the black box tucked underneath a nearby chair and abandoned Otabek briefly to snatch it. It was only after moving that he realized how painfully hard he was trapped inside the little black shorts. He ignored it, returning to his place between Otabek's legs, opening the box, and dumping it unceremoniously all over the floor beside them. The amount of items that tumbled out of it surprised him, and it indeed included a variety of cock rings. He splayed everything out with his hand, pleased to see his favorite brand of thin condom was present.

Grabbing one of the three bottles of lube, he leaned over to place a quick kiss on Otabek's lips before scooting down. Yuri was finally able to properly admire the flushed cock before him, taking it loosely in hand, feeling its girth and weight. If he let himself start, he probably wouldn't stop babbling about how beautiful it was, so he decided to set his mouth to better work. Moving to lie more comfortably between Otabek's legs, Yuri brought that amazing cock to his mouth and flicked his tongue over the head. Otabek hummed and Yuri smirked up at him before suddenly taking him into his mouth as far as he could.

In the mood to tease, Yuri pulled back until the cock slipped free from his mouth, only to flatten his tongue against the underside of it and lick up to the tip. He took the head back into his mouth, sucking it like a lollipop before withdrawing to circle it with his tongue. Otabek cursed softly, trying to stifle his moans. Well, that wouldn't do.

Quietly, Yuri popped open the bottle of lube and applied some to his fingers. As a distraction, he started to suck Otabek's dick in earnest, soon bringing a slick finger to lightly trace at his hole as a warning. When he heard no sounds of protest, Yuri pushed in the first finger, eliciting a groan. He moved the finger gently inside Otabek, only faltering slightly as he found a comfortable rhythm. Otabek seemed wonderfully relaxed during the process so it didn't take long to add a second finger. By the time Yuri added a third, he backed off his sucking to gauge Otabek's response to penetration alone.

Otabek was such an amazing sight to behold. Muscles flexing, a light sheen of sweat glistening in the firelight, breaths rapid yet deep, cock straining, eyes glazed over, mouth partially open while low moans slipped out. Yuri couldn't remember the last time he had felt so turned on. As he wondered if he had prepped Otabek enough, he unexpectedly hit his prostate. Otabek cried out and it was loudest sound Yuri had gotten out of him yet. Intent on drawing out more, he felt around the edges of the gland delighted when Otabek began to squirm.

A few more cries escaped, but they were stifled by Otabek's hand. Slightly disappointed, Yuri withdrew his fingers abruptly and sat up. He made sure to give Otabek a great view as he shrugged off the cardigan and untied the front of his shorts. His erection sprang free from its confines and he gave it a few brisk pumps more for show than necessity. Yuri wasted no time selecting a thin condom and rolled it on. He bent over and kissed Otabek for a moment as he slicked up his encased shaft. His lips were met greedily, and a hand worked its way to the back of Yuri's neck, trying to pull him closer.

He had intended to tell Otabek to turn around so he could enter him from behind and pound out a good fast session, followed by a nice, slow round two. However, Yuri found himself already seeking entrance from a missionary position, wanting to see every expression that flitted across Otabek's face as he fucked him. Leaning back, Yuri grasped one of Otabek's thighs, opening his legs further as he lined himself up properly. He pushed in slowly, groaning as his cock head eased in past the tight ring of muscle. After advancing a few more centimeters, he had to pause to collect himself because it felt ridiculously good and he wanted to bask in the sensation for a moment.

Otabek remained patiently still, until Yuri's hips lurched forward burying himself to the hilt inside the tight cavity, drawing out a sharp gasp. A bit too eager, but Yuri could hardly blame himself. He pulled out incrementally, then pushed back in. Enticing, loud moans and short cries filled the air as Otabek abandoned any attempt to remain quiet or composed. Yuri thrust into him at a medium pace, trying to prolong the session. The thin condom was amazing, providing a barrier but allowing so much more sensation than a regular one.

Knowing he wasn't going to last too much longer, Yuri braced his hands on the floor, arms in the crooks of Otabek's knees, causing his legs to bend back. Yuri was impressed with his flexibility. It changed the angle of penetration and afforded Yuri the opportunity to hammer into him more enthusiastically. The best part was watching Otabek's face, expressions shifting from ecstasy to concentration to another fathomless visage. Yuri's pace stuttered as he bent down to place a few hungry kisses to Otabek's parted lips.

"Touch yourself," he breathed into Otabek's mouth.

Otabek's trembling hand sought out his dick between them, and he started to pump it frantically. His free hand traveled up Yuri's back to his head, groping for the hair tie. He yanked it out, causing Yuri to wince, long blond strands cascading wildly around his shoulders and down his back. Otabek stared at him, eyebrows rising notably, struck with admiration. A series of stunted cries and sounds followed, and Otabek shut his eyes briefly, brows rising impossibly higher.

It was then that Yuri felt the first clench of the muscular canal around his cock, then a breathless lull, and finally a tight clamp. Otabek let out a low moan that morphed into a cry as he started to spill hotly over his chest and flexing abdomen. He sought out Yuri's eyes as he came, capturing them with such intensity that it sent him tumbling over the edge.

Yuri did not even have the breath or coherency to cuss as he felt his mind blank out and give over control to his tactile senses. The swelling sense of pleasure crested sharply, and he thought he heard himself make some sort of strangled noise. All of his energy rushed to a point of exit as he jerked his hips forward a final time, releasing forcefully into Otabek. It was the only thing that registered. Heat, pressure, waves of pleasure so good they almost hurt.

As with most great but fast orgasms, it faded quickly. However, it did leave a lingering sense of euphoria, and Yuri gave one last thrust before slumping over Otabek. They both remained relatively still as they caught their breath and basked in the afterglow. At some point, Yuri's softening cock slipped out and he reached down to remove the condom before it fell off and made a mess. He lifted his head and held it up to inspect the amount of semen in it after tying it closed.

"That was a lot," said Yuri, then chuckled. "I can't wait to pump you full of this stuff."

Otabek smiled lazily and plucked the used condom from Yuri's hand, tossing it into the empty box nearby. "That was amazing. I usually don't come that fast."

"Yeah, me too." Yuri sat up, rubbing absently at the come that had smeared onto his torso from lying against Otabek. "You wanna clean up…or go at it again dirty?"

"There's not that much," said Otabek as he too sat up. He wiped some off his abdomen and inspected it.

Yuri snatched Otabek's hand and brought the finger to his mouth. He lewdly sucked it clean, eyes falling shut, mascara-coated lashes fanning out against his pale cheeks. "You taste great," he said after opening his eyes.

Otabek's gaze turned hazy with lust. He opened his mouth to respond, but Yuri tackled him back down onto the rug, enfolding him comfortably in his arms and nuzzling his head absently.

"Mmm…this is better than I imagined," he said, then sighed contentedly.

"I take it you like to cuddle after sex," said Otabek, awkwardly trying to return the embrace.

"Yeah, it's the best. Give me like five more minutes and I'll be good to go again. I'm not even remotely done with you yet."

"Are your refractory periods always so short?" asked Otabek.

"My what?" mumbled Yuri, before he suddenly remembered what the phrase meant. "For the most part, yes. Interest helps, though."

They relaxed for what could've been five or fifteen minutes for all Yuri knew. The only noise to be heard was soft breathing and the crackling fire. He was so comfortable and warm that he nearly drifted off to sleep. A particularly loud pop from the fireplace jarred him to full awareness and he lifted himself up on an elbow. Otabek was laying still, eyes closed and face serene. Maybe he was asleep, maybe he wasn't. Yuri shifted and started to kiss down his torso, starting at his collarbone. Otabek eventually let out a pleased hum and touched Yuri's head, urging him lower.

"So greedy," said Yuri with a smirk. By the time he got to Otabek's cock, it was already half hard. He teased it once again with his tongue.

"My apologies, but I'm simply not satisfied yet." Otabek let out a quiet whine of protest when Yuri pulled away.

"Well, that's no good." Yuri placed a hand under Otabek's back and gently maneuvered him over to lie on his belly. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you, and this time…I definitely won't come as quickly."

Still loose and slick, Yuri was able to push into Otabek easily from behind. Instead of going hard and fast, he fucked him slow and steady, like a pendulum. He alternated thrusts, from deep, to different angles, to a grinding roll of his hips. His only regret was not being able to see Otabek's face well, which he tried to kiss when he could. When Otabek turned it to stifle his moans into the pillows, he kissed his back instead.

Yuri sucked a hickey onto a trapezius muscle and bit softly at a shoulder blade. Pulling himself upright, he splayed a hand on the sinewy back, trailing it down the dip of Otabek's lower back. He slid the hand over sweaty skin to grip at the firm buttocks he was currently buried between. He would wager to say that it was the finest ass he'd ever had the pleasure of seeing, let alone fucking.

Intent on finding the perfect angle, Yuri hooked both hands in the curves of Otabek's hips and tugged upwards. Otabek went up onto his knees with a grunt and Yuri slipped out of him briefly as he too rose. He sunk back into the tight heat with a groan, struggling to keep his thrusts steady, searching for that magic spot. If experience was any indicator, he should be hitting it soon enough.

As if on cue to his thought, Otabek abruptly cried out. It was followed by a litany of outbursts that degraded into long moans. Jackpot. Maintaining the position, Yuri finally allowed himself to pick up the pace, thrusting with brutal efficiency. Otabek continued to make a series of amazing sounds and Yuri was thoroughly pleased with himself. He was about to give Otabek the reach-around when he noticed his back tense and his body shudder beneath him.

"Ah! Aaaaaah…Yuriii….mmm," Otabek pushed back against Yuri's hips while he babbled, fumbling for his cock that had apparently already started to release onto the rug below.

Hearing his name fall from Otabek's lips during such an intimate moment struck Yuri deeply. He wanted to ramble out a lengthy response, sing his praise of a partner so spectacular he could spend a lifetime exploring his body, but his own body had other ideas. He wouldn't necessarily say his orgasm came on suddenly since it had been steadily building for a while, but when it finally hit, it tore through him like a storm. All he could do was surrender control and ride it out.

The pleasure came in waves, coursing out of him in intense bursts. It was one of those orgasms that came from good hard work, arriving strong and lasting for longer than average. Yuri had absolutely no idea how he was even holding himself up, and his vision blacked out slightly at the edges. He didn't even manage to pull out, simply collapsing onto Otabek's back and pushing him down flush against the rug. Neither of them moved for several minutes, until Otabek squirmed underneath him.

"You're pretty heavy," he said, breathlessly.

"Shit…sorry." Yuri pulled out of Otabek more swiftly than he should have and rolled off of him.

Otabek chuckled and turned his head towards Yuri. "I think it's safe to say that we are highly compatible," he said with a lazy smile.

"Damn straight," said Yuri returning the smile. "So I guess we can, how did you put it...oh yeah, 'proceed with our arrangement'. Are you going to make me sign a contract or something?"

"No, a verbal agreement is fine."

Yuri rolled onto his side and once again brushed some stray hairs from Otabek's face. "Are you satisfied now, Beka?"

"Maybe…let's take a shower together and find out."

It turned out that Otabek was not completely satisfied, though mostly sated. Yuri got led deeper into the house, upstairs, and through what he assumed was Otabek's bedroom to an en suite bathroom. It was classy yet modern with elegant light fixtures, double vanities, marble countertops, tiled walls, aged wood cabinets, and a textured glass shower enclosure.

They washed each other in the spacious shower, rinsing clean under the square rainfall showerhead. Since Yuri had to wait for the conditioner to sit in his hair for a good ten minutes to detangle the mess it had become, he decided to back Otabek against a wall, kiss him breathless, and jerk him off. Yuri watched Otabek's face intently as he came, catching him around the waist as his legs threatened to give out. Of course, the display made him hard, so Otabek kindly returned the favor as he rinsed his hair, which was distracting. He seemed particularly intrigued with Yuri's foreskin, moving it up and down experimentally.

Eventually, they made it back downstairs, Yuri in a large robe Otabek had loaned him so he did not have to walk through the house naked and chilled. As he got redressed in his own clothes, Otabek tended to the fire. When he turned back to Yuri, his eyes fell to the key hanging from his neck.

"You're wearing it," he said, walking up to Yuri and picking up the key to inspect it.

"I like it. It's different." Yuri adjusted his clothes and scratched at his damp hair. "I've always had a soft spot for antiques. Where did you find it?"

"It's one of the keys to the doors of this house," said Otabek.

Yuri's mind stumbled over the information. "Wh-what? For real?"

Otabek nodded and dropped the key. It thudded against Yuri's chest softly.

"Which one does it open?" asked Yuri. It seemed important.

"I don't know." Otabek shrugged. "We rarely locked the doors here so…"

Yuri suddenly grabbed Otabek's hands and enfolded them in his own. "I'm not sure why you trusted me with something this important, but thank you, Otabek. I promise to cherish it." No matter what happens to us were the words he could not force from his mouth.

"Thank you, Yuri. Somehow, I knew it would be in good hands with you." He seemed troubled and stared at the wall for a moment before meeting Yuri's gaze. "I have a meeting in the morning."

"It's not too late yet, but I'll take the hint." Yuri released Otabek's hands and offered a reassuring smile.

"There is a chance I will be busy for most of the week. I have a deadline coming up and I tend to lose time when I'm immersed in my writing. What's your next weekday off?"

"Next Wednesday," answered Yuri, already feeling his spirits sink. Four days without Otabek wasn't really that long, but he was sure it would feel like an eternity.

"I can arrange for your testing to be on that day, or preferably earlier in the week if you don't mind an appointment before work," said Otabek, shifting back into business mode.

"Later this week is fine. I don't work until noon most days."

"Great. I'll schedule it for Friday and send you the information." Otabek retrieved Yuri's jacket and started leading him towards the solarium. "All you have to do is show up. I'll expedite the results so we should have them within a couple business days."

"Hey, what happens if I do have something? You gonna ditch me?" Yuri was suddenly worried.

"Statistically speaking, chances of you having at least one STI are pretty high. We'll work around whatever results you get."

"Oh, that's good…I guess?" said Yuri stopping by a loveseat. He sat down and tugged on his boots, tying them quickly. Next he shrugged on his jacket.

"Once again, thank you for a lovely night, Yuri. I hope to see you again soon. Perhaps Sunday we can discuss some of the details of the next stage of our arrangement."

Unable to resist, Yuri pulled Otabek to him and gave him a lengthy French kiss. He reluctantly withdrew and sighed. Otabek gave him a curious expression before opening the door and seeing him out. He did not wait for Yuri to get into his car before disappearing back into the house. Maybe it was too cold outside. Yuri did not want to think about it too hard. He had much nicer memories to focus on.

Now I'm caught up on here to where I am on ao3. Thank you so much to all that have read and reviewed! You're the best and I appreciate you! 3 Also fyi they will be switching in this fic, so no permanent top or bottom. I'm keeping it fluid since it seems more realistic.