Yellow sunlight spills through light grey clouds, the clearing sky filled with traces of pink as night fades away and day beings, greeted by chirping birds and bustling people, commuting to school and work. Yuri glares at the world as it comes to life. It's his day off, he should be allowed to sleep in.
He shifts to stretch out, long, lithe and with a yawn that his boyfriend will never stop comparing to a kitten's, before twinges of pain shoot up his back and he winces. The memories of last night and roughly five orgasms softens the ache though.
Otabek is still asleep by him. Yuri wants to run his fingers through the elder's undercut that could use another shave; Otabek is annoyed with its length, and annoyed it will be a few more days before he can see the friend of his who acts as his stylists, but Yuri finds the softening texture of it pleasing to the touch. With a little huff, he keeps his hands to himself. No need for Otabek to be awake this early too.
Slowly, with a hand on his lower back attempting to rub out the dull throbbing, he heads to the bathroom. His inner thighs are still sticky with come that had only been barely wiped away last night before the couple finally gave up cleaning their mess and just let exhaustion overtake them so Yuri hops in the shower. The warm water helps ease his muscles, but the soreness, he knows, will last for at least the full day. Tying his damp hair up in a bun to keep it out of the way (it's already past his shoulder blades, maybe Otabek isn't the only one who needs a trim), he goes through his morning routine: a gentle eucalyptus scented cleanser followed by a lotion that claims to be the smell of "gentle rain" but Yuri thinks smells like fresh laundry, finishing off with brushing his teeth and gargling.
He spits out the Listerine and makes a slight face, pausing as he looks at himself in the mirror. With his hair pulled back it's easy to see the purple blotches on his neck. He draws light fingers across them - some are deep purple patches contrasting highly against his light skin, others are circular with more blue to them; those are the ones from biting. It's hardly the first time Otabek has marked him; that doesn't make it send any less of a thrill through him.
Though he can see it in the mirror, he still jumps when Otabek wraps loose arms around his waist. His boyfriend is still tired, blinking and yawning as he rests his chin on Yuri's shoulder. He's expressed more than once how much he likes having a boyfriend shorter than himself, and frankly Yuri likes how easy it is for Otabek to throw him around.
Otabek smirks when he sees the Russian's lingering fingers on his neck. "Enjoying the gifts I gave you?" he murmurs, voice rough from sleep. He presses a kiss to Yuri's cheek before breathing in his ear, "Come back to bed and I'll give you some more."
Yuri complies without so much as a snarky retort.