Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline
Chapter 16
Warm. Safe. Loved. The emotions overflowed from him as a side effect of sleeping wrapped in the arms of the one you love. The night before was like a dream. A dream that began as a nightmare, but turned into the most amazing night of his life.
Drifting in and out of consciousness he registered that he was sleeping entirely on top of Otabek, head resting on his chest, legs tangled together… their size difference allowing for Otabek to be completely unaffected by Yuri's weight.
Or wait, maybe he wasn't because before Yuri knew it he was being slowly but surely moved off of his warm inviting perch and he wasn't ready to let it go.
"Mmnnnhhhhh-" He whined bringing his arms up to wrap around his partners muscular neck to try and keep himself in place. "Nooooo."
"I'm sorry Yurim, I need to get back to my room before it's discovered I've been in here all night.
"5 more minutes... pleaseeee Daddy" He whined, trying to use the older man's weakness against him. He felt the semi-hard cock resting against his thigh jump and he smirked at the knowledge that he did that.
"Mhm'' was his only answer/non-answer but the strong arm tightening around him was all the response he needed to snuggle back in and breathe in the scent of utter contentment. The large hand resting on his back started to make small strokes up and down, soft and gentle. The soothing motion combined with the rough calluses sent a shiver up his spine.
His body was sore as FUCK, but in the best way, transitioning from the mind shattering pleasure of last night to the utter contentment of these early morning hours. Yuri Plisetsky was no fucking virgin but after last night he may as well have been. That was the best sex he had had in his entire fucking life. That stereotype about Asian men being small went right out the window because Otabek was hung like a prized Kazakh horse.
He had never had someone totally and completely take his body apparent like that before, never able to be whole again unless Otabek gave it to him. He was so used to his partners always taking, taking, taking, chasing their own pleasure and using Yuri's body as they pleased. No one had ever spent so long focusing on him, on his wants, on his pleasures. There was more than once last night when he felt like he was having an out of body experience by the levels of pleasure he was reaching. Even now, he was too tired to try anything on his own, but he would still let Otabek do whatever he wanted with him.
It was easy to slip back into his slumber, and the next time he awoke he found his bed to be cold and empty. He groaned and wrapped himself up tighter in his blankets, pulling a body pillow close, but nothing could substitute for the real thing. Judging by light outside, it was probably mid morning by now, so Yuri begrudgingly left his bed in search of his phone. He had absolutely no idea where it ended up after last night, and while he would like to say he didn't care, he was a teenager after all and hopelessly addicted to it. After locating the item on the bathroom floor (it must have fallen sometime during their make out sesh the night before.) he decided that a bath might do him some good to soak his aching backside.
Still naked from the night before, he turned on the water for his bath, pushed the stopper in place, and started to load it up with his favorite blend of essential oils and bubble bath. He googled what oils would be best for his aching muscles and made sure to add an extra helping of eucalyptus and peppermint to the mix.
Now that his water smelled positively medicinal, he slowly sunk his aching body into the steaming water, relishing in the way his skin stung a bit in the areas Otabek gripped him a little too hard the night before. Even though the water was scalding hot he couldn't stop the shiver from running through his body as x rated memories of last night flashed through his mind like a mini movie. The strength, the POWER, the absolute debauched way that Otabek fucked into him and all but worshipped his body. His poor abused hole was stinging in the water, but it didn't feel like any serious damage was done. With his hair tied up, he mindlessly scrolled through his phone for a while, not really able to focus on anything but the dirty thoughts rolling through his mind.
He probably had been in there quite a while when he was so startled by the bathroom door opening that he almost dropped his phone in the tub. He was about to go off on the person that caused him to do so, until he realized that it was Otabek holding his signature coffee order and a pastry bag from his favorite cafe. His anger changed to happiness in an instant and a smile broke out across his face.
"Vatrushka?" He asked hopefully.
"Of course." Otabek answered in his gravelly morning voice, a small half smile on his face. Yuris heart soared at the sight, both at the man of his dreams and the amazing gifts that he was bearing!
"GIMMEE!!!" He whined reaching out for the treats with grabby hands, momentarily losing his mind at the thought of the delicious sugary sweets. Otabek let out a small huff that Yuri had come to known as a laugh and brought the treats over to him and sat down on the edge of the tub.
"How are you feeling this morning?" He asked with eyes that shone with concern, his hands coming up to brush a stray strand of hair out of Yuri's face.
He blushed at the gesture before cheekily replying "Sore. But in the best sort of way." Otabeks eyes seemed to darken and a small smirk played on his lips.
"Good." Was his answer.
The Kazakh made no move to move from the tub and Yuri was glad, for he did not want him to. This was like pure heaven to him. His nice warm tub, his favorite food and drink, and the man of his dreams all at the same time. The only thing that would make it better was if Otabek was actually in the tub with him. I mean it was huge. Certainly big enough for two… He went to turn his head to look his bodyguard in the eyes, but found that Otabeks were occupied a little… lower on Yuri's own body.
"Like what you see Daddy?" He asked, and immediately his mind flashed back to 3 days ago when Otabek had walked in on him in the bath. Except now things were different, now he could act on the urges that he felt so strongly that night. Otabeks face grew sly, and a hint of a smirk played on his lips.
"Watch it little boy." He replied in turn, playing right into the game. Yuri's heart began to race. Holy shit Otabek was so sexy.
"Oh yeah?" he questioned tauntingly "Or what, you gonna teach me a lesson?" Yuri should have known better, but still wasn't prepared for how fast Otabek could move. In one swift movement the Kazakh had grabbed him by the bun on top of his head and held his head straight back, bringing his face dangerously close to Yuri's own.
"Is that what you want you naughtly little brat? Didn't get enough last night?" The low voice rumbled deep in the older mans chest and despite all the moisture in the air Yuri felt his mouth dry the fuck out.
"No." He was able to squeak out in a small voice that no one in this world had heard before. Otabek just had that effect on him. Otabek released his grip as harshly as he started it and stood up strongly. His dark eyes never left Yuri's own as he shucked off his jacket, throwing it carelessly on the ground, followed but loosening his tie that soon followed suit. Yuri's breath became ragged and those eyes burned into his soul as each button was slowly undone on his shirt, before that too was removed, along with the harness that held both Otabek's guns.
At the sight of those rippling pectorals and those goddamn washboard abs Yuri's mouth quickly began to fill with saliva again. He began to unconsciously lean forward in his tub like a moth drawn to a flame. A sly smirk player on Otabek's lips.
"You like what you see baby boy?" The older man teased, and Yuri was too aroused to care at the moment. He could only nod in reply. Slowly, seductively, Otabek unbuckles his belt and slid it all the way off. Oh fuck.
"Then why don't you show Daddy how much you like it?" That low rumbling voice asked, and Yuri couldn't care less about how uncoordinatedly he scrambled over to the side of the tub.
"Yes, please- oh GOD." Yurus mind went blank and the zipper on Otabeks pants was unzipped and he pulled out that gargantuan monster that he called a cock. He gulped and let his lips fall open in equal parts amazement and arousal. Like seriously, how is it fair that this man is so smart, caring, talented, and motherfucking hung. Yuri seriously didn't know if he was going to be able to fit all of it in his mouth, but he would gladly die trying. He couldn't think of a better way to go.
Just to give himself a little taste of what he was working with, he stuck out his tongue and began to just tease the exposed tip. He had never sucked an uncircumsized cock before, but was pleased that he could get right to business without having to mess around with any foreskin. Plus, some guys really need to focus more on their personal hygiene. Not that he thought Otabek would be like that, but still it just wasn't something he was expecting.
"Come on baby, I know you can do better than those little kitten licks." Otabek teased before grabbing a hold of Yuri's hair and all but forced his head down on the cock in front of him. Struggling not to choke he gladly accepted the mouthful (more like throatful) of dick getting like a champ while Otabek roughly fucked his face. His mind went blank as he succumbed to the blissful pleasure of letting himself be used to fulfil the Kazakhs desires. As many times as he'd dreamed of this exact thing, it was wayyy more satisfying being part of the real thing. He gasped for air when Otabek pulled him off and looked up at him though his tearfilled eyes.
The older man looked down at him and pinned him with those bedroom eyes. "Now show me what you're made of tiger."
Yuri didn't need to be told twice. He descended on that dick like a starving man being served a full course meal. He licked and sucked and knew he was drooling but couldn't bring himself to care. Seemed like Daddy liked it sloppy with the way he was groaning above him. Yuri strained to open his eyes while he kept working at the shaft and looked up, needing to see the pleasure he was providing his partner. What he didn't expect was for those intense chocolate orbs staring right back at him.
It was difficult to tell with his tanned complexion, but Otabek was definitely flushed, breathing heavily and burning into his soul with those half lidded eyes of his. It was enough to make Yuri moan around the cock in his mouth which had the glorious effect of causing Otabek to let out a particularly long groan and throw his head back in ecstasy.
"Fuck baby boy, your doing so good." He moaned and tangled his hands in Yuri's hair. Drowning in the pleasure of being a good boy for his Daddy, Yuri went even harder, pushing himself to take the cock deep into his throat and swallowing it around it. Earning himself another "fuckkkk"
Suddenly he was yanked up violently by hair har, the dick falling from his mouth as he let out a cry of pain. Water splashed all around him as Otabek roughly manhandled him out of the tub and slammed him over the bathroom corner. The marble counter was cold against his skin and there were still bubbles all over him. Before he could even ask what the fuck Otabek thought he was doing the Kazakh shoved two large fingers in his mouth and commanded him to suck. His own dick, which had been rock hard ever since the older man had begun to strip, jumped at the request and he eagerly took the fingers into his mouth. He coated them with all the saliva that had built up in his mouth, slathering his tongue around trying to mimic what he could do on his dick.
Quickly, the fingers were removed and Yuri moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure when Otabek plunged his spit slicked digits into his heat. He was still a little loose from last night, but equally as sore. Still, he wasn't complaining when Otabek immediately set to work stretching him out, scissoring his fingers and curling them every so often to hit his sweet spot. But the time Otabek deemed him ready, he was a whining drooling mess, clutching the countertop to try and stay grounded and all but drowning in pleasure. His sounds echoed in the room around them and when the older man plunged his enormous cock into his barely stretched out whole he let out a scream.
"BEKA!!!" He was filled to the brim, stuffed with 20 centimeters of dick and loving every second of it. He didn't know how things had escalated so quickly but he wasn't complaining. Otabek set a quick and brutal pace that he could feel in his gut and he couldn't keep his voice in.
"Look. At. Me." The Kazakh punctuated each word with hard thrusts and he grabbed hold of Yuri's hair again and forced his head to look up and into the mirror.
The sight of the muscled up bodyguard slamming into him from behind was more than he could take and he immediately closes his eyes and let out a long moan, until *SMACK* a punishing hand slapped his ass hard enough to leave a mark and startled Yuri enough to open his eyes again.
"I said look at me." He ordered again with the same level of command and fuck was the not the mosts attractive thing he ever heard. Yuri struggled to keep eye contact while his insides were being rearranged, and found it hard to keep up an act so… intimate. Those deep dark pools just stared at him with so much intensity. The burning passion in that look coupled with the intense pounding he was getting was pushing him to his limit faster than he ever had before.
"Beka- Be-AH-kah, Fuck I'm- I'm gonna-" was all he could manage before spilling himself all over the tile floor, groaning when Otabek finished shortly after, filling him up with warm cum.
Yuri lay panting against the counter top, the grip in his hair had lessened and the roughness from before was replaced with gentleness as Otabek lay himself across Yuri and peppered his neck and back with kisses. He groaned when the older man slipped out of him and his knees immediately buckled. All the strength in his body had left him after two rounds of sexs with this god of a man in less than 24 hours.
Otabek caught him though and let a huffed chuckle against his neck.
"Sorry my Yura, I couldn't help myself." The warm air sent shivers up his spine and goosebumps down his arms.
"Don't you ever apologize for dicking my down like that Beka." He huffed, exhausted and not ready to give up skin to skin contact just yet.
"Hmph." Was all he got in reply, before he was unceremoniously swept off his feet and carried back over to the bath.
"Ahhhhhh" he moaned as he was set back in the water and let his head fall back against the cool porcelain. He opened his eyes to see that Otabek had tucked himself back into his pants, but hadn't made a move to don the rest of his clothing yet. That's when his cloudy mind cleared for one brilliant idea.
"Beekaaaa." He whined, feeling bratty and childish with his head all up in the clouds post orgasm. "Get in here with meeeee…" The water was still warm and his tub was definitely big enough for two. Maybe even three, but there was no way in hell he would ever share his Beka with anyone.
The older man seemed to ponder the invitation for a few seconds before ultimately giving in and fully removing his bottoms before sinking into the tub. On the opposite end of Yuri, caging in Yuri's legs with his own and almost overflowing the water due to the massive shift of volume in the tub.
Pouting Yuri decided this would never do. He wanted to be closer. Shifting onto his knees he all but crawled his way over to his lover before turning around and laying his back against that strong, broad chest. Sighing in content he immediately felt Otabek's arms encircle him and the Kazakh shifted a bit to get a little more comfortable.
"Is this more to your liking кішкентай ханзада?" His bodyguard asked, the forgein words unfamiliar to him.
"What does that mean? Is that Kazakh?" He asked. It was so cool Otabek could speak multiple languages, even if his Russian was accented. Yuri could barely put together a sentence in English and he had been forced to take lessons for years.
"Yes it is, and it means 'little prince". Otabek answered, causing butterflies to flutter about in his stomach.
"Is that what you think of me? That I'm a prince?' He laughed. That was absurd, he was loud, garish, and no one liked him. Hardly princely traits.
"Of course kitten." The older man whispered tenderly into his ear before placing a small kiss right behind it. "My little bratva prince." The spot was sensitive and caused Yuri to giggle and thrash in the water a bit. Something Otabek took notice of right away as he began to abuse that spot while locking his arms tightly around Yuri to keep him in place.
"Beka!!! Be-ugh HAHA st-ah-awp." He whined and splashed water, but was unable to escape from his bodyguards grasp. Not that he really wanted to, but he wouldn't be himself if he didn't make it a little difficult. Eventually things settled down and they went back to just laying with each other in the bath, Yuri cursing the water for beginning to cool.
"Do you think you can stand yet?" Otabek eventually asked him and he nodded.
"Then… Would it be alright if I washed your hair?" Yuri blushed at the older mans question. Wash his hair? No one had ever asked him that before. I mean sure, other partners had admired his long, flowing, blonde mane, they liked to pull on it and watch him toss it over his shoulder, but never WASH it for him. It was genuinely a pain in the ass to maintain though, even if he was a natural blonde. He'd never had anyone care for him the way Otabek did and those emotions created a different kind of calm in him that he'd never felt.
"You want to wash my hair?" He turned around to face the older man who was giving him a sweet smile, his dark eyes like decadent chocolate brimming with sweetness. "Why?'
"I've wanted to ever since I laid eyes on you. You are so beautiful Yura." Otabek answered earnestly, never breaking eye contact. So Yuri let him. He climbed out of the tub with Otabek close behind him, starting walking towards his large glass shower. He'd never had anyone else in the shower with him here and was never more glad for the dual waterfall showerheads with 6 body jets. Guaranteed Otabek had never been in a shower like this before.
He started it up while Otabek drained his bathtub and walked into the stream relishing the feeling of the water falling onto his skin. He closed his eyes and realized he had never felt so relaxed in his life. He heard rather than saw Otabek join him and sighed in contentment when he felt those strong arms wrap around him.
"I love you Yura, you are completely mesmerizing." Otabek whispered to him and the tenderness made Yuri want to cry. If him from a year ago had met him now, he wouldn't know who he was. Head over heels in love and partaking in gushy romantic activities like letting his partner wash his hair.
Surprisingly, Otabek was pretty good about that. Making sure to only use shampoo on his roots and the conditioners on the mids and ends. He combed through it with reverence and made sure all the knots where detangled personally with those skilled fingers of him. Afterward when Otabek had dried him and applied his body lotion for him, a fact that had his heart melting, he did the most surprising thing of all. He BRAIDIED his hair. And not just a sloppy, anyone could do that braid, but 2 beautiful tight dutch braids that connected into one at the nape of his neck.
"Beka, how the fuck do you know how to do that?" He asked in a combination of awe and a little bit of jealousy. Was it on another one of his partners, maybe a beautiful woman with gorgeous long hair. It hurt a little that he wasn't the first person he had shown this kind of care for.
"I had two sisters." He answered, no emotion coming over his face, nor any contact made as he concentrated on the task in front of him. Yuri's whole world shifted. SISTERS?? He had never thought about the prospect of Otabek having a family. He supposed that was rather selfish of him, it wasn't like the Kazakh just appeared out of thin air.
"Sisters." He asked in stunned wonder. Then something else hit him. He said HAD not HAVE. Did something happen to them? "Where are they now? Do you still talk to them?" He questioned, genuinely curious about his lovers life and feeling guilty for never asking before. Otabek finished off his braid wordlessly but Yuri could see a sad look come over the others normally stoic face.
"No, but I wish I could." He answered, leaving the Yuri wondering why the hell not.
"Why? Did something happen to them?" His childish curiosity won out over tact and he didn't miss the twinge of pain in the others face.
"One of them died in childhood. She was really sick, and our family… Well we couldn't afford the proper care for her." He answered sadly, not able to look Yuri in the eye. Yuri's heart sank. He couldn't fathom something so terrible as a child dying because of something so trivial as money. Money had never been a problem or even a thought for him. ANything he wan't he bought it, anything he needed was his in an instance.
"And the other one?" He was almost afraid to ask. He'd never considered Otabeks past before, all he knew was that he was a gangster and had gotten into this life young. That didn't spell out a normal or happy childhood.
Otabek sighed and for a minute Yuri didn't think he was going to answer him. What could be more terrible than the other sister he had just been told about?
"Let me get dressed before I talk about this Yura, you too." He answered before walking over to his clothes and redressing in them. Yuri felt a little awkward now, but wanted to respect Otabek's decisions for once in his damn life. Heading into his closet he put a quick outfit of leggings and his oversized "Beka" sweatshirt and went to sit on his lounge. Otabek emerged from the bathroom looking as put together as he always was on duty, complete with Hair combed properly, tie knotted well, and suit sitting jacket sitting squarely on his shoulders.
Otabek sat on the lounge right next to Yuri, took him by the hand and looked into his eyes with a mixture of emotions swirling in his eyes.
"I think it's time I told you about my past
