Author's Note: Originally, this chapter was supposed to mark the end of the story. However, some readers on the Archive expressed interest in seeing what these events looked like from Otabek's POV. The remaining chapters will re-tell the events from Otabek's perspective, going through the banquet. For now, enjoy this somewhat smutty chapter. - jinxauthor


Chapter 9: Feels Like the First Time

Making out with Otabek had become Yuri's new favorite pastime. In fact, they were currently sprawled on the bed, lips locked and tongues intertwined.

Yuri loved kissing him. He loved the feel of his rough hands as they explored the skin under Yuri's shirt even more. But something had been bothering him. Otabek always stopped before going anywhere under the belt. They'd been dating for months, and always the same result - heavy petting with no penetration.

This time would be different. Otabek would be returning to Kazakhstan tomorrow, and Yuri wanted to make the most of this time together.

"Beka," Yuri groaned as Otabek trailed kisses down his neck, "Touch me more!"

Otabek ran his fingers over Yuri's pecs, fondling the hard nipple he found there. Yuri gasped in response to the stimulation, but ground his teeth in frustration.

"No... Not there... Here..." he said, taking Otabek's hand in his own and guiding it down to the hard bulge in his pants.

Otabek immediately pulled away, looking down at Yuri with a guilty expression.

"Beka...?" Yuri asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Yuri... There's something I need to tell you..."

He doesn't want to have sex with me... Yuri thought, though he dismissed the idea in an instant. Otabek wouldn't be kissing Yuri like this if he wasn't attracted to him. So what could it be?

"I... I'm a virgin."

Yuri stared at him. He hadn't expected that.

"Oh... Well, that's OK. So am I."

He'd hoped to give Otabek some comfort, but he continued to look distressed.

"The thing is... I don't really know what I'm doing..."

This was an unanticipated hindrance, but Yuri wasn't going to let this opportunity slide. If Otabek was unsure, then Yuri would take the lead.

"Sit down," he commanded.

Otabek looked at him with surprise, but he complied without a word. Pushing himself off Yuri, he sat at the edge of the bed, waiting to see what would happen next.

Yuri crawled to the floor and knelt before him, reaching for the fastening of Otabek's pants. Otabek flinched, as if suppressing a desire to prevent what was coming next, but Yuri pretended not to notice.

Yuri eased down Otabek's pants and underwear to reveal his thick cock. Otabek was already slightly hard, evidence that he'd been holding back during their make-out sessions just as much as Yuri.

Well, Beka... thought Yuri to himself, You won't have to hold back anymore...

He flicked his tongue over Otabek's tip, then tried licking along his shaft. A salty flavor filled his mouth. Yuri continued to lick the head of Otabek's dick as he gently stroked his shaft with one hand, admiring the smooth texture.

He'd been experimenting, testing this new sensation for himself without really thinking about Otabek. Wondering if he was enjoying the feeling, Yuri began to lick him in earnest, staring up into Otabek's face.

Otabek watched him at work. He twitched, his brows knitting together. He didn't say anything, but his dick grew firmer against Yuri's tongue, speaking for him.

Yuri grinned and pulled Otabek's glans fully into his mouth, sucking on him. His mouth filled with saliva, and he could taste something else. There was a slightly bitter flavor he assumed was Otabek's precum. Otabek was getting off on Yuri's blowjob.

Feeling pretty satisfied with himself, he continued to suck, using his lips against Otabek's shaft while his tongue continued to press against his head. He couldn't take Otabek's whole length in his mouth, he wasn't skilled enough for that yet, but as he continued to bob his head up and down, Otabek's hips started to move restlessly. He was panting now – an honest, straightforward reaction that Yuri considered very like him.

Otabek's heavy panting turned into a long moan, and he suddenly grabbed Yuri by the hair, tugging him away from his dick.

"Otabek?" Yuri asked, confused for a moment. But one look at Otabek's face and he realized, "Gonna cum?"

Otabek flushed a deep pink, "Yeah... I think so."
"Not yet," Yuri said instantly, "Lie down on the bed."

Otabek's eyes widened, but to Yuri's amazement he put up no resistance. He positioned himself on the bed while Yuri went to search his duffle bag. He had to dig to the very bottom, but he found his prize. The box containing Katsuki's birthday gift to him was crammed to one side. Yuri tore the top off the box and grabbed the tube of lubricant it contained, returning to the bed before Otabek had time to cool off.

"What are you doing? Take off your shirt." Yuri said, noting that Otabek was still dressed from the waist up.

Once again, Otabek did what he was told, though he was distracted by the tube in Yuri's hand.

"Where did you get that?"

"It was a gift." Yuri said as he stood at the foot of the bed, stripping off his own clothes so he stood before Otabek completely naked.

Otabek's gaze ran over Yuri's body, though Yuri could tell he was trying to avoid staring between his legs. His tone was cold when he asked, "A gift from who?"

"Are you jealous?" Yuri asked playfully, "Well you can relax, it was a stupid joke. That dumbass Yuuri Katsuki gave it to me for my birthday."
"Katsuki did?" Otabek repeated as Yuri climbed onto the bed, his legs straddling Otabek's hips.

Yuri wasn't sure how much lube to use, but he figured in this case more is more. He pooled a healthy amount in his palm and reached around to his backside.

"Yuri..." Otabek said, jaw slack as he stared at the sight of Yuri sitting over him, pushing his lube-soaked fingers inside himself one-by-one. Yuri smirked at Otabek's obvious arousal. He was feeling pretty excited himself. He stared down at Otabek's girth and slowly scissored his fingers open, spreading himself as wide as he could. He didn't want his first time with Otabek to hurt.

When he felt like he was ready, he ran his lube-slicked hand along Otabek's shaft for good measure. Otabek's hips bucked in response.

"Yura... please... hurry..."

That's when Yuri had an idea. He pulled off his hair-tie, letting his blond locks fall around his face. He wrapped the elastic band around the base of Otabek's erect cock. Otabek made no move to stop him, but he stared up at Yuri quizzically.

"I heard about this online," Yuri explained, "I guess it's supposed to keep you from cumming, or something."

"OK... but why?" Otabek asked.

Until now, he'd been completely in control. Now he felt a little shy about the situation as he admitted, "Because... I want to feel good too."

With that, Yuri lowered his hips.

"Nn... so tight..." he muttered without meaning to. He was stretching himself open bit by bit, sliding over Otabek's head. The lube made it easier, but Otabek's cock wasn't the same as Yuri's slender fingers. Not by a long shot. At last he took in Otabek's length, sliding all the way down to the base, his ass sticking firmly to Otabek's hips.

Yuri couldn't hold back a gasp as he got accustomed to the intense pressure. He trembled. His dick had grown a bit soft when he'd been forcing Otabek in, but he returned to full firmness as he gradually grew used to the sensation.

Otabek reached out as if to grab Yuri's dick, but Yuri slapped him away.

"No... Don't... I don't want to cum yet," Yuri said between light gasps.

"Oh..." Otabek said, the word more a groan than an acknowledgment. Yuri could tell he was feeling impatient, but he liked being in control. He wasn't ready to yield to Otabek just yet.

"Don't move," he commanded. Instantly, the small movements Otabek had been making beneath him ceased. Yuri felt a little shocked by how obedient Otabek could be. He was starting to realize he would do whatever Yuri said.

He closed his eyes and shifted around, trying to get comfortable. Each little movement he made elicited a small moan from Otabek. When he opened his eyes again it was to see Otabek, flushed and sweating, staring back at Yuri with blown pupils. Yuri smiled at him and pressed his hands onto Otabek's chest, allowing them to take his weight. Using his arms and hips, he slowly moved up and down.

"Haah... ahh..."

His movements were sluggish at first. He considered himself to be in great physical shape, but he wasn't used to this kind of motion. Already a thin layer of sweat had formed, and his breath was labored from even this small exertion. And yet there was no pain. Yuri felt nothing but pleasure as he rocked himself back and forth along Otabek's length.

"Does it hurt?" Otabek asked.

Yuri shook his head. "No... I'm fine... ah... haah!"

He was astonished to find that he could feel this aroused from his ass alone. Otabek was being compliant and hadn't made another move to touch Yuri's bulging cock. Yuri chased the feeling of gratification he was getting from behind. He continued to lift his hips and slowly lower down, burying Otabek to the hilt. On occasion, he would twist his hips to grind against Otabek, causing the other to squirm beneath him.

"I said don't move!" Yuri warned, wanting to see how long Otabek would allow himself to be bossed around.

Otabek attempted to obey, but not without a protest, "I can't help it when you squeeze down like that!"

Yuri was confused. He thought Otabek meant the hands resting on his chest, until he realized that he was talking about his ass clenching around his dick.

"You mean like this?" Yuri asked tauntingly. He repeated the move, squeezing Otabek from tip to base in one long stroke.

Otabek cried out and moved to cover his mouth. Yuri didn't stop moving his hips, alternating firm squeezes between each long stroke.

"Don't..." Yuri said, "I want to hear you..."

Otabek looked up at Yuri, his eyes shining with tears caused by his own arousal. Then he pulled his trembling hand away from his mouth and used it to grip the bed-cover beneath him.

Yuri smiled, pleased by Otabek's unfailing obedience, and ground against Otabek's groin again. He threw his head back, feeling Otabek suddenly bend back inside of him.

"Hey!" He exhaled as he continued to ride Otabek at a teasingly slow pace, "I didn't give you permission to move... Why are you... ah... arching like that?"

"I can't help it..." Otabek said, his voice husky, "You're so beautiful, Yura."

It was Yuri's turn for an involuntary response. He squeezed down on Otabek's cock again, causing Otabek to moan loudly. He was no longer trying to restrain his voice.

Yuri liked the sound. He tried to quicken his pace, wanting to hear more of Otabek's voice, but it wasn't easy to do in this position.

"Fuck..." Yuri cursed after he'd rocked rhythmically against Otabek for a few seconds, "This is hard."

Otabek chuckled between his panting. Yuri blushed.

"I mean moving like this! It's difficult..."

"Let me help," Otabek said, shifting to grip Yuri's hips, but Yuri stopped him, catching his wrists.

"No! Not yet!"

He lifted his hips desperately, pulling away from Otabek almost entirely before dropping down in one long motion. He wanted to move faster, but he didn't think he could manage like this.

Otabek was starting to lose what composure he had left. He was squirming on the mattress despite Yuri's admonitions. Yuri decided to tease him a bit more.

"Want to come?" he asked.

Otabek gasped again and nodded.

"Me too..." Yuri said, his tone coaxing, "Riding you... and feeling you inside me... so deep... feels amazing, Beka..."

Otabek's voice grew more frantic as he moaned desperately, unable to hold back any longer. He twisted under Yuri, panting, close to climax. Yuri wondered what would happen if he came while the elastic band was still around his cock. Then Otabek suddenly thrust upward, his reward a startled cry of ecstasy from Yuri.

He continued to pound into Yuri from below, rutting against him without reservation. He grabbed Yuri's hips to gain a better hold on him. In the shifted position, he hit a different place within Yuri, drawing out a howl of intense pleasure.

"There!" cried Yuri, moving his hips to meet Otabek's thrusts, "Ah... yes!"

Otabek, responding to Yuri's pleas, relentlessly attacked his sweet spot. Yuri was unable to move himself anymore. It was taking all of his energy to support himself with his hands pressed against Otabek's chest. They were both covered in sweat, trembling in every limb. For a moment, his hands slipped, and he lost his balance. His body stiffened, not willing to lose the tingling feeling spreading from his hips down his thighs. He forced himself back down on Otabek, who didn't cease the aggressive movement of his hips.

Yuri tossed back his hair as the muscles of his abs and thighs tightened.

"Beka... I'm gonna cum!"

Otabek could only moan in response and continue to plunge relentlessly into the point where Yuri felt the most pleasure.

"C-Coming...!" Yuri wailed just before he reached climax. Semen flew from his trembling shaft, spreading white spots over Otabek's stomach and chest. His hips trembled. His dick was still bouncing from the small movements Otabek continued to make beneath him. He seemed to be riding out the waves of his own orgasm, though the hair-tie seemed to have prevented him from cumming inside Yuri.

Yuri watched him in a daze as Otabek's chest heaved with each heavy sigh. The milky white dots of Yuri's semen covered his torso as he stared back at Yuri.

"Photo..." Yuri muttered to himself before repeating in a louder voice, "I need a photo!"

He pulled himself off of Otabek and immediately stumbled getting off the bed, his legs wobbly. "Woah!" he exclaimed, barely managing to catch himself before he fell to the floor.

"Yuri...!" Otabek said, sounding concerned. He started to rise when Yuri stopped him.

"I'm fine! Just a little shaky! You stay right there! Don't move!"

He grabbed his phone off the dresser and turned, ready to snap a picture of Otabek in post-coitus glory.

"Yuri..." Otabek said again, this time with a look of warning, "I don't want this posted online."

"Are you crazy?! I would never do that!"

"Then why...?"

"This is for when you go back to Kazakhstan. I'll need something for..." Here he stopped. It was lucky he was still flushed from the sex, because he would be blushing furiously right now.

Otabek noted the sudden pause and smirked, "Yura... do you think of me when you masturbate?"

"... Is that bad?"

"On the contrary. I'd be insulted if you didn't."

"Well, in that case..." Yuri lifted his phone and took the picture.

"Satisfied?" asked Otabek.

"For the moment."

"Then can I take this off?" He gestured toward his cock. It was still hard, and slightly red from the restricted blood flow. Yuri bit his lip, hoping that he hadn't tied it too tight.

"Let me..." he said, pulling the elastic band off of Otabek's swollen cock. Semen immediately began to ooze out of the tip. Otabek sighed and leaned back against the pillows on the bed, the last of his energy gone.

"So... You like to be told what to do?" Yuri asked, thinking that it was odd Otabek asked for permission, even after their climax.

"I like it when you tell me what to do," said Otabek after some thought. "Especially when you do something like that."
Yuri grinned. He was glad that Otabek had enjoyed the experience as well as him.

"You should get cleaned up, though."

He was eyeing the mess he'd made on Otabek's abdomen. Otabek rolled his head lazily from side to side.

"Can't. Too tired. How are you still standing?"

"You weren't that good." Yuri teased, grabbing a box of tissues he kept near his bed. He cleaned up Otabek himself as best he could.

"You should take a shower. In fact... maybe we both should..."

He was already thinking about their next sexual encounter, curious to try more of the kinky things he'd been researching to fuel his fantasies. But Otabek sighed and shook his head.

"Not yet. Come here."

He grabbed Yuri's arm and tugged him back onto the bed. Yuri squirmed in mock protest, but quieted down as Otabek soothed him with gentle kisses. Their naked bodies fit neatly together, arms wrapped in a tender embrace.

"You have to come visit me in Kazakhstan..." Otabek said, his voice thick. Yuri could tell he was starting to drift asleep.

"OK. When?"

"As soon as possible. Right away. Come with me when I go. What are you doing tomorrow?"

Yuri laughed as the thoughts that ran through Otabek's sleepy brain flowed out unencumbered by his usual brevity. Otabek's eyes closed, but there was still the trace of a smile on his lips. Yuri leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"OK. I'll come visit you. We have all summer."

"Practice..." Otabek mumbled. Yuri wasn't certain if he meant skating, or if he meant he wanted to practice more Kama Sutra with Yuri. He privately hoped for both.

Thinking about skating put another thought in his head. He continued to watch Otabek, who was now taking slow, deep breaths. He figured Otabek wasn't awake to hear him, but he asked aloud anyway.

"Beka... do you think we'll have it one day? You know... What Victor and the other Yuuri have?"

To his surprise, the hand Otabek had resting on his hip ran up his side and came to rest on his cheek, drawing pleasant shivers up Yuri's spine. Otabek opened one sleepy eye and brushed the hair out of Yuri's face before leaning into to kiss him once more.

"Yura... I think we already do."


END of PART 1; Yuri's POV. Stay tuned for Chapter 10: Prelude