There are a lot of perks being married to a doctor, not that Yuri doesn't enjoy those perks on his own. He's also a doctor (a surgeon even, the best in his field if you ask his grandpa) so he's well aware of the highs and lows associated with the profession. Between the paycheck and the fulfilling work, it's a good gig.

Still, every job has its drawbacks, and man has this month been full of draw backs.

First, Otabek caught a cold early in the month, which meant isolating him in the bedroom while Yuri took up residence in the guest room. Yuri couldn't risk catching anything because; draw back number two, Yuri had patient fly in halfway across the country for a procedure that ended up being an eighteen-hour surgery. It was one of the most difficult procedures he's ever performed and he had been taken out for days afterward.

Then Otabek had flown out of town for a pediatrics conference (because yes, his trophy husband who is sexy, smart, and insanely cool, is also an angel with children. No, it's not fair and yes, he is TAKEN) while Yuri had picked up extra shifts at the hospital to keep busy.

When Otabek returned from his trip he had come down with a nasty stomach flu and Yuri was reminded why he does neurology. He may be a doctor but not all bodily fluids are created equal, thank you kindly. Yuri had to balance nursing his husband back to health, keeping himself healthy, and finishing his peer reviews for the neuroscience journal.

In addition to all of this, Yuri had been asked to do a lecture for his alma mater, so he flies out for that while Otabek is still recovering from his ailment. Then Otabek mentioned something about his sister being in town (which Yuri could have sworn was in December not November) and by the time Yuri gets back home Otabek is making up hours from all his time away.

All of this to say, Yuri hasn't seen his husband in almost a month and he's horny.

They were supposed to take their anniversary off, it's their first wedding anniversary for Christ's sake. Unfortunately, with Otabek pulling extra shifts that left Yuri available to be on call for the evening. Which was more appealing than being in their big empty house (sans the cats of course) and wallowing in his loneliness.

Yuri had texted Otabek in the midst of his charting, it started out casual with Otabek suggesting they meet up for a midnight dinner. Yuri told him that he wasn't hungry, unless dick was on the menu. Otabek spent eons typing, you'd think that after nearly a decade of being on the receiving end of thirsty texts Otabek would have preprepared answers. When he does respond it's a lame excuse about 'professionalism' and something about breeching a contract.

Unfortunately, Yuri now has his head firmly planted in the gutter so spends an hour flip-flopping between sexting his husband and charting. God, does he hate charting.

At 11:30 he's finally worn down Otabek's resolve to the point that he receives a text that is merely a room number. Then, as Yuri is pulling on his jacket (well, okay it's Otabek's jacket but it's his by marriage) he receives another, far more stressful text. You get 20 minutes before I need to be back on my ward.

Yuri sets off at an Olympic level sprint, dashing down the empty halls towards the on-call rooms. He's breathless as he pushes into the dark room and at first he thinks he's gone into the wrong one. Then there are hands cradling his jaw and lips crashing into him.

"Thank god." Yuri breathes against Otabek.

"You are a fucking tease, you're not even hard?" Otabek groans as he pushes Yuri up against the door.

"I'll get there, promise." Yuri pulls his husband back to his mouth. "I missed you so much, Beka."

"I know, babe, I missed you too." Otabek bunches up the fabric of Yuri's shirt so that his hand can rest over his ribs.

"Jesus your hands are cold." Yuri shivers against him.

"You're skinnier than I remember, have you been eating enough?" Otabek manages to ask between kisses.

"Don't you dare lecture me about nutrition when we're about to fuck." Yuri all but pounces his husband, wrapping his legs around Otabek's torso as he whispers in his ear. "By the way, I was not joking about having dick for dinner."

Otabek carries Yuri to the bed and sits him down. "I know you weren't."

"Good." Yuri takes off his shirt and jacket in one swift motion. There's a clattering of plastic that hits the floor and Yuri winces at the thought of his pager cracking. If he had more time (or let's be real the wherewithal to think about anything other than cock) he might check to make sure the device is undamaged.

His husband responds in kind, peeling his scrubs off until he is left with boxers hanging loosely on his hips. Even when he's drenched in darkness, Otabek is a fine specimen to behold. Yuri's hands trail up his husband's chest and he admires the feeling of his strong muscles before kissing his way down Otabek's abs.

"Ugh, Yura…" Otabek's voice is low and strained as Yuri nips at his skin.

Yuri tugs teasingly at the waistband of Otabek's underwear as he noses into the skin of Otabek's hips. He kisses a line from hipbone to hipbone until Otabek's dick stands at attention for him. Finally, he drops the garment and cups Otabek's balls delicately in his hands.

"You're being such a tease for a man on a time crunch." Otabek tells him, his fingers curling into Yuri's hair.

"You going to do something about it?" Yuri teases as he wraps his fingers loosely along the length of Otabek's shaft and pulls at it. Tantalizingly slow he draws a long line to the head of his husband's penis.

"Fuck it, I'm not above begging." Otabek groans. "I've missed you so much, kitten."

Yuri preens at the praise and takes that as a sign to plunge his mouth over the glorious dick before him. If you're keeping score at home, another perfection of Otabek's is his insanely good cock. Long, thick, his pubic hair is well maintained and the first time Yuri saw the damn thing he'd almost screamed. He used to struggle taking it all in, now he craves the feeling of dick down his throat.

He bobs his head maybe four times before the salty taste of precum coats his tongue. Yuri shivers as Otabek's fingers massage his scalp and the back of his neck. He wants to devour this man, he wants to suck him dry and leave him a voiceless simpering mess. Too bad he has a ward to get back to, too bad they've got to be professional after this… oh shit there's no way Yuri's taking Otabek's monster dick up his ass with no prep. Fuck.

"Are you close?" Yuri asks with a hint of disbelief in his voice. Otabek's features are shadowed but he can see them screwed up in pleasure.

"Yes." Otabek moans softly.

"Tell me when to stop."

"Babe-"

"I'm in charge here, Altin." Yuri teases, his hands become coated in spit as they resume his mouth's good work.

There's maybe five more tugs before Otabek stutters out a, "Stop."

Yuri pulls his hand away, a devious smile stretches across his face as he chuckles. "Good boy."

"You- h-have too much power." Otabek huffs.

"Sure do." Yuri agrees as he lays back on the bed, removing his own pants and underwear in the process. "Now, are you going to ride me?"

Otabek's eyes light up at the invitation and he swiftly straddles his husband. "I love you so much."

"I know." Yuri chuckles, "You want my dick in you, huh?"

"Yes." Otabek agrees kissing the dip of Yuri's clavicle. Yuri moans at the sensation of lips against touch-starved skin. God he's about to go absolutely feral if Otabek doesn't start touching his twitching cock. He's rock hard and almost in pain at the lack of attention.

Without missing a beat, Otabek grinds his ass against Yuri's dick, three, four, five times before Yuri is clawing at the paper-thin hospital sheets. Yuri pulls himself up to a sitting position curling his hands firmly around Otabek's shoulders, yanking him into an aggressive kiss.

"Now who's teasing who?" Yuri begs the question.

"Me." Otabek confirms.

"Maybe I should edge you again as punishment."

"You've got a funny idea of punishment." Otabek chuckles.

Yuri grasps Otabek's cock and thrusts up, pulling at the sensitive skin with renewed vigor. "If you need something, tell me. I'm getting impatient."

Otabek lets out a strangled gasp, "You-… You're… oh fuck."

Yuri stops touching his cock again when he feels a threatening pulse from the appendage. Otabek whimpers at the loss of touch but Yuri swallows the noise as he steals Otabek's lips. Their tongues meet somewhere in the middle, Yuri licking Otabek's bottom lip as he tastes an incoherent protest. Otabek's hands come up to hold Yuri's jaw and pull them even closer together.

"What's wrong babe? Cat got your tongue?" Yuri teases.

"Fuck you."

"Come on, use your words."

"You're loud when we fuck, Yura."

Yuri chuckles against Otabek's lips, in one swift motion he grips Otabek's wrist and places the hand over his neck. "Then keep me quiet."

Otabek gives a surprised gasp but complies, squeezing the sides of Yuri's neck just the slightest bit. Yuri practically purrs at the display and rocks his hips forward as if to silently beg for Otabek's ass.

Slowly, but with intensity, Otabek eases himself onto Yuri's cock and it is euphoric. He's tight and warm around him, Yuri's practically vibrating out his skin at the contact. He makes the slightest peep of a noise and Otabek's hand presses once more against his neck, reminding Yuri to keep it down. Holy fuck does it feel good.

Yuri's not sure he's ever been quiet a day in his life, but holy shit right now? Right now he wants to test the limits of this new tool in his husband's arsenal. Yuri pulls his short nails down Otabek's back, rocking them together as he bucks and juts his hips off the bed.

"Fuck Yura… fuck." Otabek barely breathes the words.

Yuri uses one hand to massage Otabek's ass while the other cups Otabek's back holding him flush against his body. He moves the hand on Otabek's ass back to Otabek's cock, because his cock is insane and demands to be touched at all times. Otabek's panting breath becomes sporadic and needy, Yuri smiles in partial disbelief that this man is his. Otabek is his husband and he's so deliriously in love with him.

Otabek's hand on Yuri's neck trembles, his hold weakening to the point that Yuri lets a vocal moan slip out.

Otabek's eyes widen in response the hand that was anchored to Yuri's shoulder raises to cover Yuri's mouth. His forehead rests against Yuri's and for a moment, Yuri thinks he's going to receive a scolding.

Then he hears the telltale sound of squeaking sneakers against the floor, his eyes go wide and he releases Otabek's cock to pull him further onto his lap. Otabek is biting his lip and Yuri is staring wide-eyed at him.

The knob jiggles, someone is probably looking for a free room to catch a nap in. Yuri frantically tries to remember if he locked the door on his way in. In the midst of his panic he looks up at the sound of Otabek's trembling breath. Yuri is about to feel deep remorse for forcing this whole encounter when he realizes that Otabek's face is screwed up in a familiar expression.

He's on the very cusp of an orgasm and Yuri cannot believe he's only JUST NOW finding out that his husband is into public sex. Risky sex. Almost getting caught fucking on the job and potentially losing both of their jobs sex. Fuck that's hot.

The person at the door walks away, another door opens indicating that they must have found a free room to pass out in. Yuri moans in relief, then he feels the spasming buck of Otabek's hips and the wet splat of cum hitting his stomach. Yuri has a fleeting thought about how uncomfortable it will be to spend the next seven or so hours with crusting cum on his stomach.

For now, however, it's extremely hot and he returns to pulsing his cock inside of Otabek. Yuri's mouth is released as Otabek comes off the high of his orgasm, loose-limbed and not yet back to earth. Yuri occupies himself with kissing Otabek's chest so he doesn't risk another outcry of pleasure.

Otabek rides Yuri through his orgasm, though his grinding is tired and his praises are limp at best. Yuri still comes though, it's glorious and euphoric and god it reminds him how lonely he's been all month. Otabek is kissing his forehead and running his fingers through Yuri's hair.

"Do you think you have time for a shower?" Otabek asks sheepishly.

"Maybe… we'll see." Yuri mutters into Otabek's fingers as he pulls them up to his lips.

"I didn't mean to make a mess."

"Well you can't help yourself you kinky little bastard." Yuri teases.

"I-… sorry." Otabek responds, clearly embarrassed by his seemingly depraved behavior as he takes a seat on the bed beside Yuri.

"I love you so much." Yuri chuckles. "I love you so much and I miss you."

"I miss you too. After this week things will slow down." Otabek promises.

"The holidays are coming up though." Yuri complains.

"If I recall correctly, that's why we got married when we did. For the… what was it again? All the time off for fucking my brains out? Was that it?" Otabek snickers poking Yuri's sides as he does.

Yuri grabs Otabek's fingers with a laugh. "And I've been fucking your brains out ever since."

"You would know about fucking brains out." Otabek smirks.

"And what about it?" Yuri challenges.

"You do a good job at it."

"I love you."

"I love you too, happy anniversary kitten." Otabek leans forward and kisses his husband.

"Happy anniversary." Yuri melts into Otabek's touch.

Just as they're deeply, intimately swooning over each other, Yuri's pager goes off. On the bright side, he didn't break the damn thing, on the downside he didn't break the damn thing.

"Fuck." Yuri groans planting his forehead on Otabek's shoulder.

"Go, you've got a life to save." Otabek teases.

"It's probably some drunk asshole who brained himself on the sidewalk. Maybe he should live with the consequences of his own actions." Yuri groans grabbing a tissue off the side table and mopping the cum off his stomach.

"Or maybe it's a mother of five having an aneurism and you'll be the hero doctor they talk about at thanksgiving every year."

"You're such a sap." Yuri groans.

"I have to get back too, I think I over shot my break." Otabek runs a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, yeah, go resuscitate a toddler and pretend to be a pixie or whatever you do in pediatrics." Yuri rolls his eyes as he pulls on his pants. "Page me if you need glitter or another handy."

Otabek rolls his eyes as he stands up but he tilts Yuri's gaze to meet his. "I love you."

"Love you too handsome." Yuri chuckles as they kiss one more time. "Try not to catch another cold, okay? I know you surround yourself with germy kids for a living but have some pity on me."

"Yes sir." Otabek smirks, then he narrows his gaze at his husband. "Is that my jacket?"

"It will be once your scent wears off it." Yuri snickers and walks to the door. "And bring me coffee when you come pick me up, a latte this time."

"You'll never sleep."

"I don't want to if we have the day together."

Otabek has no retort for that as Yuri exits the room. When he gets to the ER it is a drunk asshole who brained himself on the sidewalk, yes, typical Tuesday shit. Once that patient is squared away he feels like a colossal asshole because the next patient is a mother (her husband has a week old baby with him when they arrive in a blind panic) having a postpartum stroke.

He spends the rest of his shift and then some in the OR, but there's really nothing better than telling a patient good news. The husband looks relieved and cries when Yuri tells him that his wife has a good prognosis. The man hugs him and the newborn blinks at them in a daze. Yuri watches them leave as the exhaustion weighs him down.

"What'd I tell you? A regular hero." The familiar voice of his own husband has Yuri melting into a smile.

"Yeah, okay, I am pretty great." Yuri agrees as he turns to face Otabek. His husband has clearly heard about Yuri's patient and has had enough time to get home for a shower. He even brought him a good coffee from their favorite café instead of the shitty kind from the hospital cafeteria.

"I got your latte but I think you need some sleep."

"Is that an order?"

"Doctor's orders." Otabek nods.

"Okay." Yuri agrees rubbing at his eye. "I have some charts to finish."

"Next shift." Otabek implores him wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "Let's get you home."

Yuri's chest warms up at the thought of his bed, his cats, and his husband all curled up in a cuddle puddle.

"I need a shower first, let's just say I've still got you all over me." Yuri teases as he steals his latte from Otabek's hand.

Otabek sounds like he got the wind kicked out of him. "Yura!"

"Let me grab my keys and we can go." Yuri yawns as he pulls his husband up to his office. Unfinished charts are left open and a new stack of files is placed precariously on the desk.

He grabs his keys, his jacket, and the gift he'd forgotten to bring Otabek for their little rendezvous. Otabek chuckles as he opens it, two sets of cufflinks since he's a 'hoity toity doctor who gives lectures and shit now'. Although, one of the sets is a pair of silver cat faces.

Otabek pulls Yuri back into his side and kisses the crown of his head as they walk out of the hospital. The sunshine burns Yuri's eyes and the cold doesn't help that either. He's so tired and all he wants to do is sleep, even with the coffee that he downed coursing through his veins.

He definitely falls asleep on the ride home, he knows this because he wakes up cradled in Otabek's arms as he walks them upstairs. Yuri grips the front of his husband's shirt and moans into his chest.

"I know, kitten, it's been a long day." Otabek nearly coos at him.

"Fuck you." Yuri grumbles when he's laid on the bed. "I needa shower."

"When you wake up."

"Beka."

"Sleep."

"At least get me out of these clothes."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"I feel hospital-y." Yuri whines.

Otabek does comply, slipping Yuri's scrubs off until he's left in his underwear. Otabek grabs an old shirt of his and pulls it over Yuri's head.

"Now rest." Otabek all but demands, pecking his forehead one more time. Yuri pouts momentarily before collapsing into the bed.

When he wakes up again the sun is nearly setting, there's a cat on one side and his husband on the other. Yuri's smiles and shifts so that he's closer to his husband. His perfect wonderful husband that he's had the pleasure of being married to for a year.

Otabek's lips are slightly parted, his chest rises and falls evenly in his deep slumber.

"Happy anniversary, darling." Yuri whispers into his shoulder, "Here's to many more."