"Hey Yura. I hope you're doing fine. I just returned home from shopping and I thought this was easier to give you an update than typing everything. I've totally forgotten how empty our fridge was when we left for Saitama, so I really needed to refill it." He laughed, sending chills all over Yuri's body.
Although it had been only 10 days so far, he was already missing Otabek's voice. Some nights, he even tried to imagine it before he fell asleep, because if the Kazakh talked to him before he closed his eyes, he would sleep safe and sound like a baby.
"I'm sorry I'm panting so much. I thought it would be a good idea to carry all this stuff home while running. I really needed to work out. I was too lazy to do anything the past few days" Just know, Yuri noticed that his voice was a little more hoarse than usual. It sounded just like when he was… No, Yuri really should think about such things right now.
"It's really nice to be at home again. I mean, it was nice to see my family again, but those days in Kazakhstan made me remember that it's a lot better for my diet to live with you."
Behind his closed eye lids, Yuri imagined how Otabek looked like while he was talking. It was amazing to hear his deep voice so close to his ears. Every breath, every small smile was audible. Yuri couldn't help but picturing how Otabek would act if he was talking to Yuri in person and not on the phone. How he would touch him. How he would take his hand and caress the back of it with his thumb. Maybe he would intertwine their fingers or let them fondle the delicate skin on his neck.
"I also got Potya back yesterday. He had a great time with Nadja, but he misses you a lot. When I set him down on the floor, he ran through the whole apartment looking for you. He was so disappointed of not finding you, he has spent most of the day sitting on your bed, cuddling your pillow. He's not the only one, though. I mean to miss you, not to hug your pillow."
Yuri heard Otabek laugh once more and this time, his voice shot right into his lower body. He imagined Otabek lying on his bed, taking in the scent of his pillow. He imagined Otabek to close his eyes and to caress his own body with his hands, moaning Yuri's name at the same time. As the Russian continued to listen to Otabek's message, he let his own hands slip under his shirt. He caressed his soft skin up and down, even pinching his nipple. A sigh left his lips and Yuri had to turn his head into the pillow to muffle his moans as he went on. Otabek was filling his head. Everything inside him was yearning for the Kazakh's touches and after a while, his own hands turned into Otabek's. It weren't his own pale fingers to open up his belt and slip under his jeans, but the slightly bronzed and hot hands of his friend. Gently, they caressed his thighs, letting his nails scratch his v-line.
Yuri's legs trembled when Otabek continued to draw small spirals on his thigh, wandering up and down his leg, while he returned to Yuri's chest with his other hand and softly teased the sensitive skin with his finger nails. They wandered up and down, leaving hot, tingling trails all over his muscles and sides. When they reached up to collar bones, Yuri sat up and pulled off his shirt as fast as he could and immediately lay down again. In his mind, Otabek's hands were all over him again. They were everywhere. On his chest, his legs, his thighs, his neck. Everywhere where they touched, they left the skin burning in anticipation. The Russian's breath increased its speed as the Otabek in his imagination shortly lifted his shorts, but let them fall on his heated skin again while the recorded voice of the Kazakh stayed unimpressed. By now, Yuri wasn't able to understand what his friend was saying. His words didn't carry any meaning. Yuri only listened to the deep voice that was rising and falling with the flow of unknown phrases. Every time Otabek laughed or smiled, goose bumps covered his body and urged his hands to move faster, harder – just more.
"You know, it's a bit weird to be home again without you, Yura. I should be used to it, but I can't help but feeling that this apartment is empty without you."
Just hearing his name, whispered as if Otabek didn't dare to call his name out loud, made him lose his mind. Without hesitation, he pulled down his jeans to be able to move freely. His ear phones still in place, he rolled to the side and the hand that had been taking care of his upper body so far switched to his ass. He felt how hot his skin was, impatiently waiting for something to happen. As he glided up his thighs, his fingers teasing his rock-hard balls, a single finger slipped between his butt cheeks and slowly wandered up and down the trail to his twitching hole. When he finally reached his cock, a loud sigh left his lips. Instantly, Yuri pressed his face into the pillow so nobody would hear him. To say he was throbbing and dripping like a virgin was an understatement. Precum was already leaking from his dick, although he hadn't touched himself so far. He wrapped his fingers around his erection and enjoyed the shivers that spread from his touch through his whole body. With the pace of Otabek's rhythm of speaking, he started stroking up and down his length. It was slow but that way, Yuri was able to feel every movement of his fingers and every little piece of friction more intensely. Circling his tip, he noticed how close he already was. But he mustn't give in so soon. He wanted to be completely surrounded and filled by Otabek.
With his left hand, Yuri reached out for his phone and turned the volume up, so the bass amplifier of his ear phones were sending vibrations into his body every time Otabek's voice hit those deep notes that Yuri loved so much. It was so calming, yet at the same time it hit something deep inside him. It increased his lust and desire that rose up like fire searching for oxygen. And Otabek was his air. With every breath, with every moan that left his lips, he took him inside, let himself be filled up by the imagination of the Kazakh until he was giving up his last piece of mind and handed himself over to his phantasies.
While he continued to slowly stroke up and down his throbbing cock, Otabek took his free hand and trailed the lines of his lips. Yuri opened his mouth a bit more to take two of the Kazakh's fingers inside. He wrapped his tongue around them. He let them go deep inside and then mimicked swallowing movements. Trying to make them as wet as possible, Yuri pressed them against the insides of his cheeks, licked them thoroughly until they were dripping from his saliva. Otabek pulled them out and placed them right in front of Yuri's hole without hesitation. Yuri felt like he couldn't wait anymore. He wanted Otabek inside him now. His mind was already so full of him, it nearly burst and also his dick that was constantly caressed was close to explode. But Otabek took his time. Gently, he pressed his first finger against the muscle that was waiting for him so desperately. Increasing his pressure more and more, the finger finally slid inside.
Yuri threw his head in his neck. It felt so incredible being touched for the first time in weeks, he nearly came. He had to concentrate on his heavy breath to calm down a bit. He wanted at least a second finger inside him. Inch by inch, Otabek pushed his finger deeper and then stopped right before his prostate. He did that often just to tease Yuri, but the Russian was close to lose his senses completely, so he grinded his hips into the direction of Otabek's hand. The lightnings that stroke his body when he finally touched his sweet spot, melted his brain completely. For a second, Yuri felt like he had been unconscious, so overwhelmed of all the feelings that streamed through him. He arched his back so much it hurt, but in this moment, he felt nothing but pure pleasure. Current was traveling through his veins, burning and tingling his arms, his legs, every little muscle. Biting into the pillow in front of him, he waited for Otabek to insert the second finger. For a second, his hole itched a little from the sudden spread, but that was forgotten in no time.
"I know this sounds stupid, but whenever I go to your room…Everything in there carries your scent. I probably shouldn't say this, but I can't help standing there for some time and imagine that you are here, right beside me. Then, I could hold you in my arms and I would never let you go again."
Yuri had no idea why he suddenly was able to understand what Otabek was saying. He had no idea why these words got through the cloud of passion and desire, but they were heating him up even more. The shivers that spread from his ears over his chest and into his legs stimulated him up even more.
"Sometimes, I wish you were a little taller, so your hoodies would fit me. But you're so tiny. Honestly, I would blast them", Otabek laughed, "But I would wear one every day, only to be surrounded by you. But I also love that you're smaller and thinner than me. That way I can hug you, my arms fitting around you completely and nobody would even be able to see you."
Now, Yuri was done. He couldn't hold back anymore. He started thrusting his fingers into his ass so hard, he saw stars in front of his inner eye. At the same time, he increased the pace of the strokes on his cock. His whole body was trembling and the streams of precum that leaked from the tip of his dick ran down his hand. Yuri already felt his stomach cramp and everything inside him contracted. Just a bit more, just a little bit…
"I know this is unfair. I promised not to push you, but… I won't lie. I miss you, Yura. And I can't wait to see you again, even if it will be only for a few days."
That was enough to make Yuri explode. A loud moan was muffled by the pillow between his teeth and stars in every colour of the rainbow swirled in front of his inner eye. On his fingers, he felt the rhythmical contraction of his hole, while his hand was filled with his hot semen.
Just slowly, he came back to his senses. Otabek was still talking as he reached out for some tissues to clean himself. On one hand, he was a little embarrassed to masturbate to the voice of his friend, but on the other hand… Yuri hadn't felt so good since he had come to Germany. The only thing that could have made this even better would have been Otabek himse…
Yuri shook his head. But at the same time he smiled. Why should he deny that he was happy? Why should he deny that having confessed to the man he loved the most in this world made him feel relieved and complete?
He left himself fall into the pillows again and tried to listen to the rest of Otabek's voice message. For quite a while Otabek continued to tell him what he was about to do the following week. Yuri closed his eyes and let the Kazakh swipe him away.
"I'm still sweating like hell. Why is it so hot in here? I already took my shirt of, but I guess I really need to take a shower now. So… I hope you have a good day, night or whatever when you listen to this. I hope to ear from you soon. Bye."
Without wanting to, Yuri imagined Otabek topless, drops of sweat running down his firm and musical chest. They would trace the lines of his abs until the reached his v-line. Some of the drops would stop there, but some lucky ones would find their way down his training short and… Yuri felt the blood shift from his brain to other parts of his body again.
"Oh damn!" he sighed.
