Yuri nearly screams when Otabek withdraws the hand from his near purple cock. This is the third time he's been denied orgasm, and it's starting to drive him mad. Just a little more and he would have gone over the edge, just a little more! But Otabek knows how to read him perfectly and pulled away before he could release, leaving Yuri panting hard as he tried to accept his fate of an orgasm-less life.
"Please, Beka," the Russian almost whines as his body slowly relaxes while his balls stay tight and suffocating as they draw up tight, as ready for climax as the rest of him is.
"I told you I would punish you," hums Otabek in reply. He sweeps his finger over the tip of his lover's cock when a bead of precum comes out and Yuri shudders at the soft contact, bucking his hips up to get more friction. "Maybe if you're a good boy I'll let you come. For now, I'm going to do what I want."
Yuri whimpers when Otabek stands up and all contact is lost completely. Still, something about Otabek promising to use him as his toy gets the boy hotter than ever. He never thought he would like to be so submissive, but apparently his boyfriend brings it out in him.
As his breathing slows once more, Otabek wraps his hand around Yuri's length and strokes him deliberately. The loose grips feels almost too much and yet not enough. Finally coming sounds amazing, but at the same time it'll take everything out of Yuri.
Still he whines as the pleasure mounts, quicker and more intense, but just as soon as Yuri thinks he might actually get to release the hand is withdrawn once again.
"One more time," Otabek promises as Yuri comes back to himself, quaking from denied pleasure.
Yuri almost sobs when Otabek once again brings him to the brink only to stop right before the Russian could tip over it. Thank god this is the last time, Yuri doesn't think he could do it again without having some sort of mental break down.
Otabek strokes him to completion the next time his hand touches Yuri's cock, and when Yuri comes it's long and drawn out and nearly painful as his back arches and he spills all over himself, a scream ripped from his throat that the neighbors are sure to complain about tomorrow.
He can't give a damn for it as he flops back against the pillow, panting heavily as he tries to stay grounded. With such an intense orgasm, maybe the constant denial wasn't that bad.