Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline

Chapter Fifteen

- Ssomewhere in between Hheaven and Hhell

"Fuck Yura-"

Otabek had snapped. He was tumbling down a rabbit hole he knew he would never be able to come back from and he couldn'tcould not bring himself to be bothered by it one bit.

Somehow, he always knew it would come to this. No matter what he told himself in his bed everyat night like he was saying his prayers...

Finally, the floodgate had broken, and he was going to worship at the altar of his sins. Allah, forgive him for what he was about to do, but this had been coming to a head for a too long and he would not hold back now.

Despite his current pleasure, Otabek was still pissed off. Pissed that whoever was after Yuri had come for him again. Pissed about Nikolai's response. But most of all, he was pissed he could not split the skull of the man who dared to lay a hand on his Kitten. His blood had been boiling since the moment The Pakhan started speaking to Yuri in such an angry and uncaring way, and then when he struck the boy?, Otabeks body moved without his permission, and it took every ounce of his will power to make himself hold his ground. Right now he was justThe Kazakh was a great big ball of pent up emotion wall of anger and his the only outlet was the pretty little blonde with thehis legs firmly wrapped around Otabeks waist. s wrapped around his waist.

This boy. This beautiful, passionate, sometimes bratty boy, that he was so in love with, was pressing up against him so nicely , putting on such a sweet show.

Otabek loved him, he wanted him. Fuck he wanted him so much. And after all, he was only a man, he had his breaking point, and the minute he watched Nikolai strike Yuri was his.. So he went for it.

Closing the distance between them he finally tasted the plump sweet pink lips that he had been thinking about for months, finding them every bit as delicious as he had dreamted. The best part was the little breathy squeak Yuri let out as he was pushed backwards on the counter and bent at almost a 45 degree. Otabeks hand reached out on instinct to protect the back of his headback from knocking against the mirror. He couldn't suppress the low moan that rumbled through his chest when his fingers finally slipped through those beautiful golden locks he had fantasized about 100 times. for months on end.

Yuri in turn had carded his own hands through Otabeks hair, grasping onto the longer strands at the top and pulling harshly as if needing him as close as possible. Such a fiestyfeisty kitten. Still it wasn't enough, so he pressed closer, kissed harsher, until finally the teen had no choice but to pulled away gasping for air. Face flushed, lips swollen, eyes glazed over, Otabek's dick jumped at the sight of his Yura so wrecked from a simple kiss..

Deciding to give the poor kid a break, he started kissing down his jawline and worked his down his sweet, supple neck. It seemed like the closer he got to behind the ear, the more sensitive the boy was getting, writhing in pleasure and emitting the cutest little gasps.

"Beka-" He gasped, throwing his head back suddenly when Otabek reached out with his tongue to trace the shell of his ear. The Kazakh groaned at the object of his desire calling out his name in , t The primal part of him deeply reveling in the pleasure he w as able to give to his partner. Yuri's long nails dug into his skin and Otabeks dick grew even harder, pressing himself against the Russian and making him groan.

His hands couldn't get enough, his lips couldn't get enough, he was frantic with need to give Yuri his everything and it all needed to be done right this second. He wasn't lying before, he knew if he even dared to kiss Yuri once, he wouldn't be satisfied until he had licked, sucked, and worshipped every inch of him. Unwinding his hands, he ungracefully ran his large hands down the teenagersteenager's slender body and under that delicious ass for the first time. Gripping hard enough to buisesbruise, he picked up the nearly weightless boy and began carrying him back into the bedroom in the direction of the bed.

It would have been a lot easier to focus if not for the clipped gasps and moans being spilled into his mouth, tongues dancing around each other, hands feeling wherever they can reachr other. If he wasn't so turned onon, he might laugh be more amused byat Yuri's reckless usual enthusiasm. and recklessness. He was clawing at Otabek's back, grinding his hard on cock into Otabeks stomach nonstop, and now he was sucking on his tongue?!. This kitten was insatiable, and he would gladly spoil the pretty little the thing to his heart's content.

All but throwing Yuri onto the bed, he grabbed the universal remote that was thankfully laying on the bedside table and turned the stereosystemstereo system on, praying to Allah that whatever music decided to play wouldn't kill the mood entirely. Otabek wanted to make his kitten howl and scream and couldn't risk anyone interrupting him. They can kill him later, but for now, he would taste his forbidden fruit. After all they had both suffered enough.

Not even bothering to wait and listen to what came on, Otabek descenceddescended on his prey, crawling his way up the lithe body to attach his lips firmly against the pale column of the Yuri's throat. The moan that was elicited was payment enough and all the encouragement Otabek needed to keep going, peppering the areas with harsh kisses, playful bites, and soothing licks afterwards. The kitten sounded just as amazing as Otabek had always knew he would. Lewd and wanton, completely open for the taking.

He worked his way as far down as he could before the cashmere fabric of Yuri's sweater got in his way and had to be removed. Not caring how expensive it probably was or if he ripped the damn thing, he all but yanked it off and threw the offending fabric in random direction away. Good. Now he was free to worship this body the way he it was meant to.

Meaning to get right back to work covering YuraYuri's body with his lips, Otabek was distracted by the look in his lover's eyes. He looked absolutely delicious, just the right amount of shisheveleddisheveled and turned on. But it was more than that, there was deeper emotion laying underneath, one Otabek had never seen before in a partner. It was like he was being looked at in awe, some sort of hero worship. Like just by being even this intimate with Yuri, he was making the boys greatest dream come true. That kind of power was… intoxicating.

Emotion threatheningthreatening to climb into his chest and ruin the otherwise spicy moment, Otabek growled and reattached his lips to Yuri's throat, this time biting down HARD. He knew he had just left a mark, but he coulnd'tcouldn't be bothered to care. Yuri was his, all his, and he wanted everyone to know, fuck the consequences.

"B-beka please s-stop tea-s-sing me." the teenager cried out, arching his slender back seductively, and whether purposefully or not, pushing his nipples right into Otabeks face. The older man smirked and liked his lips, gazing at those glorious pink buds. He was going to make them beat red and sore for a week.

"Oh baby boy, I'm just getting started." Otabek smirked before pulling Yuri tightly to him and latching onto one of his nipples with his teeth. His kitten howled, tossing his head back, platinum blonde hair already a mess and it was only going to get better. He hummed in contentment and moved to give the other nipple a similar treatment, kissing and licking in between biting and sucking. The sweet angel was getting overwhelmed by this point by the pleasure and was halfhazardlyhaphazardly trying to push Otabek away. Oh tThis would donot bid with with his, not at all..

Confiscating both slim palesmall hands in one of his larger, , roughed up hands, he pulled them above Yuri's head, locking them into place, and proving Otabek with unin limiintedlimited access to the chest that was already starting to flush pink.

"B-beka, ple-AH!" The boy cried and the older man continued his merciless assault. How long had he wanted to do this? How many times had he been forced to bear withness to this savage lpittle minx play dress up in his skimpiest clothes, or endure the kitten drunkenly hit on him within an inch of his life. He had waitiedwaited long enough, and tonight he was going to have his fill. Who knows? . This It may be the only timeand last time that he ever gets to chesrishcherish his preiousprecious Yura in this way… and he is going to make it count if it was the last thing he did.

He rotated back and forth between the pert pink nubs, and wWhen he had pleasured his angels tiny pink tits until the Russian was in tears, and froim what Otabek could tell, painfully rock hard. , Hhe finally released his hands and began to kiss the pale skin lower and lower in a trail down his abdomen, h. Humming contently at the sounds of the whimpering boy above hims., he spared himself another glance and felt his own cock jump in his pants.

Eventually hitting the hem of the youngers skin tight jeans, Otabek took his time unbuttoning and then pulling down the zipper with his own teeth, just to see the look in Yuri's eyes. Obviously, he wasn't disappointed. The boy was biting his swollen lips staring at Otabek like he would let him do oing anything. He grinned as he finished removing the pants, leaving Yuri only in his tigettiger printg tboxer briefs. Yuri breathed heavily as he eyeds Otabek and stuck that tantalizing bottom lip out again in an exaggerated fashion.

"Don't I deserve to see you too-" HeE whinnied and reached out a delicate hand to pull on Otabek's tie. The Kazakh almost laughed at himself, but he really wasn't that kind of person, for forgetting that he was fully dressed in his own hast to get his Yura naked. Still, now that Yuri was asking him for it, he though it might sound a little better if he was begging him for it. A dark smile fell over his face and he raised himelf stood tallin, looming over the tiny Rrussian on the bed and caging him in.

"Maybe if you are a good boy Yura, now letslet's see if you can earn it." He purred into the youngers ear and felt a shiver run down his neck. Good .

Straightening back up and Pputting his attention toward those cute little boxers, he looped his collousedcalloused fingers under the hem, brushing against the soft skin and causing Yuri to giggle. 'TiclishTicklish huh?' Otabek thought for a moment, before all thought whipped from his mind at the sight of histhe angelsangel's sweet little cock.

Okay maybe it wasn't littlesmall, probably more like but averaged size, but honestly to Otabek, anybody's dick looked small. Yuri's sweet cockIt was very well proportioned to his body, and was candy red against his china skin, tip leaking cream, foreskin pulled back, tightly giving Otabek full access to the cock of his dreams.

As much as he immediately wantedts to take to cock into his mouth, his desire to torutetorture Yuri just a little bit longer was greater, so he took to placing kisses, licks, and bites all around the area above and around his dick, spreading his legs and peppering his inner thighs until the teen was a shaking whining mess.

"B-Beka! F-F-Fuck Beka please! I can't take it! I n-need you, c'mon" The boy cried, hands twisting in the sheets, eyes screwed shut and sweat beginning to form on the angels brow. Cute.

"Need me to what baby?" He teased, not letting up his treatment at all, in fact getting closer to the sensitive balls and shaft, ghosting over them with his breath. "And you better fucking ask nicely." He added, his need to dominate and control flaring up and he couldn't didn't care at all. Yuri thrashed and finally gave in completely, bucking his hips up into Otabeks face and crying out wantonly.

"My fucking cock, DADDY please touch it, oh please, please, I'll be such a good boy Daddy I'll do whatever you want! Just PLEASE!" Yuri's face was flushed and screwed up in pleasure during his exclamation and Otabek didn't care at all that he was going to die to fuck this boy. It was worth it.

He descended on the uncut cock with a drooling mouth, salivating at the perfection of the body in his arms. Yuri made nose like his soul was being sucked outsucked out of his body and his nimble fingers wound themselves immediately in Otabek's dark locks. He tried to fuck up into Otabek's mouth, but he was having none of that and held the boy's hips down firmly to the mattress. He was going to have his way tonight.

Gripping tightly onto pure white thighs, Otabek pushed them widely apart and began a faster rhythm, listening to his kitten mewl and purr for him. When he dies he hopes he carries this memory over into his next life. His Yura is sooooooo good.o good, Ttastes so good, sounds so good, just feels so fucking good under Otabek and he couldn't get enough. Eventually Yuri began to show the signs of an impending orgasm, so Otabek backed off, inendingintending to draw this out a bit longer. He pulled off the candy colored cock with a pop and replaced his tongue with his hand, jerking the boy off as he descended lower. His spit had spilled down the Russians small balls, but Otabek made sure the rest of them were soaking wet by the time he was done.

Yuri either sounded like he was somewhere in between heaven and hell, which is honestly just where Otabek wanted him. Broken sobs and moans of "Daddy and Beka" fell from his lips and Otabek was getting drunk on words alone. Suddenly he spread Yuri's legs wide, so wide it may have been uncomfortable for someone not as flexible as the teenager. Raising Yuri'shis hipships up, he heard the surprise in the youngers voice, before a desperate moan filled the airfell out when Otabek licked a wet stripe over his pink, puckered entrance.

"Daddddyyyyyy-" Yuri sobbed and twitched asnd he was jerked off at the same time as being eaten out. Otabeks pride burned with the exclamation. Daddy. the term he had been so mad at in the beginning because of how much it made him feel for Yuri. For now, he was able to embrace it and relish in the joy of being this angels Daddy.

Otabek "hmmed" in response, right into Yuris rim, which made the teen gasp and curse. He began to use his togue to poke and prod at the tight rignof muscle around the use little hole, slowly softening it and bringing beautiful noises from the blonde above him.

"Beka! F-uck-k ah D-daddy, stop I'm -oh- g-g-going to c-c-c-cummm, pleaseee-" He cried and it was like music to Otabek's ears. He had no intention of stopping and every intention of making this little brat cum more than once tonight. To show this, Otabek put his lips directed over the cute little hole and sucked while at the same time, giving special attention to Yuri's head hoping to take advantage of the sensitivity and get him to cum, and oh fuck did it work.

Watching this angel come undone for the first was enough to fill his heart with tenderness, no matter how depraved of a situation he was in right now. His Yura cried and shook with the force and Otabek was happy to help him ride his way though his Orgasm, milking his cock until there was nothing left, his hole clenching unconrtolablyuncontrollably around Otabek's tongue. His entire face was covered in his own spit, and he had never been happier in his entire life. When he was finally satisfied, and Yuri was basically limp around him, he put his legs down and stood up fully, admiring the piece of beauty laying wrecked beneath him.

Cum had sprayed up the blondes his entire body, some even resting on his face and the sight was making . How. Fucking. Cute. Otabek's neglected erection was becoming painfully hard. by this point and Iif he had to spend any more time not inside of his Yura he thought he might lose it. would surely die. He began to remove his tie and button up shirt hastily, bpoth of them wrinkled and wet with spit and cum.

"Lube? Condoms?" He asked, his voice low and gravelly, his desire unable to be contained.

Yuri motioned to which nightstand held the desire items but grabbed his arm when he went to reach for them.

"No condom though, I want to feel you." Yuri spoke quietly and didn't look Otabek in the eye, as if he was afraid the older man would reject him.

Otabek leaned down and kissed Yuri tenderly before pulling back to give him a soft smile. Silly boy, Otabek would do anything he asked of him. Did he really think Otabek woouldn'twouldn't want to come inside him? Wouldn't want to to claim him? He was almost hurt by the thought. He had to make sure Yuri knew that this meant everything to him. That he wanted to be feel him as well.

"Of course, күнім*" he replied. Grabbing the lube quickly and was going to crawl back on the bed but stopped when Yuri sat up and scooted up, laying himself down seductively on the pillows piled up at the headboard.

"Daddy please, let me see all of you." The kitten purred and Otabek was hopeless but to oblige. Slowly, he undid his belt, the button, and finally his zipper, all while making eyes contact with his Yura. When the zipped came down Yuri's eyes could not keep away from the very noticeable bulge pressing through the compression shorts that were straining underneath him.

"Mmm, moree pleaseee." The blonde bit his lip, eyes bright and sparkling, waiting for his present to be unwrapped. Otabek let out a small huff of a chuckle in amusement before digging his thumbs under the waistband of his compression shorts and slowwwwly pushing them down, until his cock finally was able to spring free from it's confines.

When he did, he didn't miss the way that Yuri's mouth hung open in shock, his eyes widening and the sparkle of attraction shining strong. Otabek knew he was hung, he has been told so by multiple people. Sure, it was something he was proud of, but never bragged about it to people or brought it up. When you've got a big dick, you don't really feel the need to prove it to people. Still, he was never so glad to be well endowed than he was at this moment to see the look of happiness come across Yuri's face.

"Well fuck Daddy, your going to need to prep me realllllllly good to fit that monster in me." The angel from hell cooed rolling over onto his stomach and arching onto his knees and elbows, back bowed gracefully, and ass sticking up in the air in invitation.

Otabek needed no further invitation to pop to top on the lube and pour copious amounts onto his fingers. Climbing up behind Yuri, he grabbed his hips, moving them into the optimum position before plunging two large fingers deep inside of his little devils burning heat.

"F-f-fuck!" Yuri stuttered out and Otabek just held the digits inside for a moment letting the boy get used to it. He was sure Yuri hadn't slept with anyone since that time with JJ months ago, so he knew he would be tight.

JJ. At the thought of the slimeball Canadian a new fire was lit in his stomach and the urge to claim Yuri came over him like fire. How dare that disgusting man be allowed to lay his hands all over his Yura. Otabek would make sure Yuri forgot he had ever let that asshole touch him; in fact, he would ruin him for anyone else. He would fuck him so well, give him so much pleasure, be strong and passionate but gentle and tender and give Yuri something he's never experienced in his entire life.

Curling his fingers, he hit that sweet spot that made his angel sing, and Otabek had never heard anything more beautiful in his life. Cries of "Yes", "There" and "Fuck" were uttered over and over again in succession as Otabek roughly stretched him out in the best sort of way.

He didn't want to tear Yuri or cause him any permanent discomfort, so he made sure to use plenty of lube and take his time, but his trust were strong and powerful, never backing off his prostate until the blonde was left a trembling drooling mess and Otabek was about 5 seconds away from coming untouched just from show his Russian lover just gave him.

Removing all of his fingers at once, Yuri let out a harsh cry, his stretched hole fluttering and gaping around nothing. Otabek inhaled sharply at the sight. Slicking his warm cock, which was now pulsating with need, he lined himself up behind his kittens white, shaking thighs before changing his mind and flipping the confused kitty over onto his back. He took hold of Yuri's legs and flopped one over each arm, holding him open in a position of intimate submission. Otabek leaned in to brush his lips tenderly against Yuri's own, emotion swelling in his chest as he uttered his next words.

"If this is the only time I get to make love to you, I want to watch you until the end." He whispered into the other ear and he heard the younger boy's breath hitch. Pulling back, he was met with the sight of tears on the other boys eyes and his lip quivering.

"Beka'" He cried brokenly in a sob before claiming the older man's lips in a passionate kiss, tears spilling onto his red cheeks when Otabek slipped into the tight hole. He went slowly and kept going cm by cm until he was fully seated and waited for the younger to adjust.

Yuri's face was screwed up in so many emotions it was hard for Otabek to discern them all. Lust, Pain, Passion, Heartbreak, after about 30 seconds of listening to Yuri pant trying to take his dick (a fact that made Otabek beam with pride inwardly) he wiggled his hips signaling to Otabek that was ready for him to move. He pulled out slowly, so that only the tip remained, before sinking back into the hilt, drawing out wanton moaning from the blonde beneath him.

"You are so beautiful Yura." The Kazakh couldn't help the praise falling from his lips. He began to move in short, measured thrusts, just to get the blonde used to his size. More than once he had hurt his partners by trying to do too much too soon and he would NOT be doing that tonight. Tonight, he was going to savor, to cherish, to love this body in front of him like there was no tomorrow. Because truthfully, after what he was doing here tonight there might not be.

"Fu-uh-ahh oh my go-ah-od Beka yes-he-es!" Yuri moaned, throwing his head back in pleasure, his golden hair fanning across the bed in a halo. His angel writhed and moaned and encouraged him to go faster, harder. So he gave it to him, and it felt so fucking good.

"Mmmm, so good, my Yura, taking it so well for me." He praised and was delighted by the fluttering opening of eyes in response. The boy was gone already and Otabek's gut clenched violently, pride and joy causing him to fuck Yuri even harder. He writhed and clutched at the pillows and sheets above and around him, finding it all hopeless and choosing instead to just hang onto Otabek for dear life.

"Ye-ess mmmhm fuck DADDY!" Yuri screamed when Otabek seemed to hit the all-powerful place within that made his angel sing. Digging his fingers in hard enough to bruise, he yanked the blonde impossibly closer and spread his legs WIDE. When he had the flexible teen as far open as he was going to go, Otabek began to abuse that spot with all his strength. Yuri all but screamed in pleasure, unable to form coherent words anymore, just a blissed out babbling of "Beka… Good… Fuck… Yes…"

Otabek's own pleasure scales were off the charts. This tight teenage hole was better than anything he had felt in his life. The sweet sinful heat consuming him, leaving him helpless to do anything more than chase then flames.

He could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching but he would die before he let himself come before his Yura. Eyeing the abused cock that was once again standing at full attention that was now slapping lewdly against Yuri's stomach with every thrust, he received. He couldn't help but think how cute it was, the tip a sore red, the entirety of it still covered in cum and saliva from their previous endeavors. The debauchery of it all making Otabek grow even harder inside the tightest hole he ever had the pleasure of fucking.

Knowing he wouldn't last much longer, he let one of the slender legs in his grasp fall away and reached for the sweet little cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. If Otabek thought Yuri gone before, now he seemed to be completely overwhelmed by the pleasure.

"DA-AH-DDY-YYYYY OHH- MMYY F-F-FUCKING GOD!" The poor thing sobbed as his body started to shake.

"Cum for me Kitten, come for Daddy." Otabek demanded, intent on seeing the beauty that was Yuri come again right then and there. It looked like it worked when the teens entire body seemed to tense up before spasming all around him, his hole clenching down on Otabek's dick in vice grip triggering the older mans own orgasm.

It felt so FUCKING amazing to cum inside his Yura. The feel of his ass, his sharp nails scraping against whatever skin the kitten could reach, the amazing sounds coming from his mouth. The poor kid was still crying, not an unfamiliar sight to Otabek, but the fist time it was in pure pleasure. His pride flared up again settling in his lower belly, but it was quickly replaced by the need to just be close. To love, to nurture, to care for his significant other intimately.

He took care to pull out tenderly, not wanting to cause his angel any sort of discomfort, before collapsing to the side and drawing Yuri near. The kitten was soft and pliant in his arms, still moaning and sighing softly at every touch, not quite back in his own headspace yet. Otabek settled himself on his back and pulled Yuri to lay with his head in the crook of Otabek's elbow, and his body laying mostly on top of Otabek's right side. His left shoulder still hurt sometimes from when he was shot while escaping with Yuri during the first attempt on the younger's life.

"Yura, Yura, жаным, күнім, сүйіктім*…" Otabek poured his soul out in his native tongue and showered his love with praise. He moved the golden hair he admired so much out of the way so he could lay a kiss on Yuri's feverish forehead.

"Mmm.." Yuri could only groan and attempt to cuddle himself in closer, but it seemed there was no strength left in his body. "hmmph" He seemed to pout and Otabek couldn't stop the chuckle from escaping him.

"Come here brat." He teased as he pulled the boy closer. Yuri made a content noise when his legs were basically wrapped around the others, his face now pressed into Otabeks neck.

He groaned when he felt little kitten kisses being pressed into his skin, his heart wanting to stop from how in love he was.

"I love you Beka. Please, please don't ever go. Please just, just stay with me Beka." A soft voice spoke the very thoughts he himself was thinking and he felt the hot breath of Yuri speaking them into his skin. Otabek's heart felt like it did seize and he couldn't stop himself from reaching down and capturing the teary-eyed boys lips in a kiss.

"I love you too Yura." He replied, pulling back from the kiss and gazing into the others eyes with total sincerity.

What he saw staring back at him was unlike anything else he had even seen or felt in his entire life. It was love. Pure, hopeless, life altering love. Once in a lifetime, soulmate kind of love. This wasn't a love that he was going to die for. It was a love that he was going to live for. It wasn't enough for him to just have one night together, he wanted to BE with Yuri.

He wanted to stay with him, grow older with him, watch him rule over the Plisetsky empire with Otabek as his ever-present protector. He wanted to laugh together, their meals together in the evening and sleep in the same bed at night. He wanted a life together, and now that he had a taste of what could be, he wasn't going to just surrender. He wasn't going to let Yuri go.

Turning his neck in a sort of awkward position so he could look Yuri in the eyes, he spoke his feelings confidently and with total absolution in his voice.

"And I'm not going anywhere."

AN :

*күнім: My soul (common Kazakh term of endearment)

*жаным, күнім, сүйіктім*…" My love, my soul, my chosen one.

First of all I want to apologize to and thank you to everyone who stuck with this story during my hiatus, some of you even commenting again to make sure I was still going to continue the story. Your words meant a lot to me and always help me refocus on the writing.

I could write a long list of reasons why it took me over 3 months to get this chapter out, busy personal life, back in school for the first time in 8 years, etc. But there was also a fair amount of writing block that went into this. When I began this story I was just writing it for myself, to fill a void in the fandom, to create a story I had been searching for but not quite found. The response I have received has been amazing, and far more than I expected. I did feel a fair bit of pressure when writing this chapter. After all it had been 60,000 words of build up and you as the readers deserved the most amazing scene I could produce.

I also hit a point in the story where I had diverged enough from my original outline that I needed to restructure the rest of the story, figure out how I was going to tie up some loose ends and end it in a satisfying way to the reader.

Don't worry, we still have a quite a few chapters left before this whole thing wraps up and obviously will be longer than my original 18 chapter I plotted for. I want you to know that even if I hit a block, even it take me longer than expected, I will definitely finish this story. It became bigger than me, and I am committed to it.

P.S. My husband used to wear compression shorts to work everyday, because his thick ass dummy thighs rubbed together and it was could his boxer briefs ride up and he didn't want to have to 'adjust' himself all day lol. He was my original inspo for Otabek needing to wear them to keep his erections down from his jailbait teenager employer.

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