Yuri gives himself a once over in the mirror. Otabek has plenty of fetishes that they both enjoy to the fullest, but this one… It might be a little over the top for the Russian Tiger.
He breathes out slowly, heart thumping against his ribcage, before he steps out of the bathroom, leaning back against the door after closing it. Sitting on the bed, Otabek sucks in a sharp breath. Black stockings start at Yuri's bare feet and travel up his coltish legs to his muscular thighs - the elastic squeezes them slightly, causing a bulge above it that Otabek just wants to cover in bites. Panties of pure black lace mold to the curve of his ass and leave little to the imagination; his cock is tucked down but the harder Yuri gets the more it threatens to peak over the waistband. Finally, cinching his figure in such a beautifully erotic hourglass is a leopard print corset that barely covers the teen's perky nipples. Otabek groans softly and pulls his lover into his lap, hands groping at Yuri's firm ass. "I should have gotten some ears to go with it all, little kitten."
His voice is raspy with arousal and it sends shivers down Yuri's spine, yet he is still blushing, red and hot. "Beka, this is ridiculous."
"But you look so sexy," It comes out almost as a growl as Otabek nips at Yuri's exposed shoulders, leaving purpling marks against alabaster skin. "I should get you a nice skirt to go with it then show you off all across town. Let all those men stare at you, but you're only mine to touch."
The possessiveness always makes Yuri's member twitch and now is no exception. His breathing grows faster, staccato gasps with little moans between as he leans into the hickeys Otabek sucks onto his skin just above the dipping neckline of his corset.
"A skirt?" he exhales. "Come on, I am the fearsome Ice Tiger of Russia!"
Chuckles rumble deep in Otabek's chest as he presses kisses to the underside of the boy's jaw. "But you become such a mewling, pliant little kitten with just one touch from me." he hums, humour in his tone. He nips at Yuri's earlobe before breathing softly, voice dark and smooth, "And if you don't like it, I will gladly rip it off you."
Yuri shudders again and feels a thick bead of precum drip into his panties. "How about you quit talking and undress me already?" he suggest before crashing their mouths in a bruising kiss.
Otabek laughs against his lips; as much as he loves Yuri in all these tight clothes, he likes his naked body sprawled out on the bed even more. "Gladly."