[ Okay. Well. It takes Yuri a few minutes... maybe a bit more than a few to respond. He didn't know what he'd been expecting when he asked for a picture but... that was not it. And yet it totally was exactly it. ]
Very...
[ His ears are pink and he's hoping by the time he gets to the ice that they won't be or at least that no one will notice. ]
[ After a while, he'd managed to regain his focus and no major injuries were to be had but his head hadn't been altogether in practice. At the end of it he's glad to be done and when he's alone again he sends the other an unannounced picture.
Yuri is pretty sure that Otabek has no idea how really attractive...sexy even... that he had been in that picture. And now Yuri is trying to think of a way to send something as unintentionally good as that but he's definitely intentional about it.
So, the picture ends up being after he'd changed into lounge clothes, a tank top and some shorts. After maybe a little research, he tugs up the edge of his tank top so a little skin is showing and lays back on his bed before taking more than a few pictures before he's satisfied and sends one to Otabek. ]
[ otabek is oblivious to his own appeal. that is absolutely true. but he is also completely aware -- and has been for quite some time -- of what yuri's body does to him. that little peek of skin hits so hard, knocks the breath right out of him and leaves him wanting.
his fingertips trace the edge of his phone screen. he wants to reach right through and touch yuri, press his hand along that bare skin and push his shirt higher. he wants to chase the touch with his lips, and find yuri's waist with his teeth. he wants so much, wants it so badly it aches. ]
[ Yuri really doesn’t know what he does to the other. He knows he
wants him to have the same … warm desire he felt. He’s not sure if he’d
managed that but being called beautiful sort of makes it worth it either
way. It means something different coming from him in this private way.
]
I can’t wait to see you, Beka. I hope the time goes
fast. 💤
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Very...
[ His ears are pink and he's hoping by the time he gets to the ice that they won't be or at least that no one will notice. ]
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[ If he can get undistracted. ]
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Yeah. I'm just a little distracted now...
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[ It's too embarrassing. ]
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Yuri is pretty sure that Otabek has no idea how really attractive...sexy even... that he had been in that picture. And now Yuri is trying to think of a way to send something as unintentionally good as that but he's definitely intentional about it.
So, the picture ends up being after he'd changed into lounge clothes, a tank top and some shorts. After maybe a little research, he tugs up the edge of his tank top so a little skin is showing and lays back on his bed before taking more than a few pictures before he's satisfied and sends one to Otabek. ]
Goodnight, Beka.
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his fingertips trace the edge of his phone screen. he wants to reach right through and touch yuri, press his hand along that bare skin and push his shirt higher. he wants to chase the touch with his lips, and find yuri's waist with his teeth. he wants so much, wants it so badly it aches. ]
You're beautiful. Good night.
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[ Yuri really doesn’t know what he does to the other. He knows he wants him to have the same … warm desire he felt. He’s not sure if he’d managed that but being called beautiful sort of makes it worth it either way. It means something different coming from him in this private way. ]
I can’t wait to see you, Beka. I hope the time goes fast. 💤