Got inspired by this… and I apologize for all the fluff omg the fluff…
Yuri is making himself a cup of coffee in the morning, wearing one of Otabek’s shirt, too short on him now but also a bit too big around the shoulders. It’s falling a bit, exposing his collarbones and leaving a silver of his stomach bare. He is wearing thick grey sweatpants too because winter is at its peak and despite the heating it’s still a bit chilly in his appartment.
He is thinking about last night, knowing that there is some bruises and bite marks covering his pale skin, he is lost in the wonderful memories of Otabek’s mouth against his skin… And suddenly there is a pair of strong arms around his waist and said mouth is pressed against the side of his neck, “Good morning.”
He knows his cheeks are turning pink, they always do whenever Otabek shows the smallest kind of affection. He feels his boyfriend’s smile against his bare shoulder and there his a low chuckle vibrating from Otabek’s chest to Yuri’s own, straight to his heart. And those lips, this smile is pressed against the heated skin of his cheek when Otabek reaches up on his tip toes to kiss him again.
“You hungry?” Otabek asks him, as he leaves him suddenly cold without the wonderful pressure of his body against Yuri’s. He walks towards the fridge and starts making them something to eat, stealing a few glances over his shoulder at Yuri’s, eyes gleaming when he takes in the flush still covering his lover’s cheeks.
A few days later, Yuri comes back home and there is a huge bouquet of flowers on the kitchen counter. Flowers of all shades of purple and it’s the prettiest bouquet he’s ever seen. Otabek is smiling at him from the couch where he was lounging, his book left open on his knees.
“What?” Yuri starts but he is speechless, his face turning red because as he forgotten something? Is it there anniversary already?
“You had a few rought days at practice, thought it would cheer you up,” Otabek says as he is walking closer, hair still damp from his shower and smelling like Yuri’s honey shampoo.
Yuri looks at his feet, a bright smile taking over his features and his face burning up. Otabek puts a few fingers under his chin, silently asking Yuri to look at him. He is frowning a bit, concern filling his deep brown eyes, “Is this alright?”
Yuri only nods, wrapping his long arms around Otabek’s shoulder and hugging him close, “Yeah, it’s perfect.”
Otabek frees himself from Yuri’s embrace just for a few seconds, just to press a few fingertips against Yuri’s cheeks, then he kisses it. Yuri can feel Otabek’s smile against his skin.
They are waiting in line at this nice little coffee shop close from Yuri’s flat and he is looking through his Instagram when he feels Otabek’s arm around his waist, a soft peck left at his temple. Yuri is thinking about getting an undercut but is a bit scared of the big change so, Otabek braided his hair this morning, close enough to his skull that it almost gives the same effect. Yuri loves it.
Otabek reaches up and kisses his handiwork. Yuri can feel him smile as soon as he knows his cheeks start heating up. Otabek leans his head on Yuri’s shoulder as they wait, fingers reaching up and under Yuri’s shirt leaving a warm, comforting presence against the skin of his waist.
On cue, Yuri’s skin is getting redder and Otabek starts laughing.
Yuri turns his head to look at him with a fond smile “Why do you enjoy making me blush so much?”
Otabek looks up at him, with a smile and a wink “It’s my favorite thing. That I can make the Ice tiger of Russia a bit weak.”
Otabek shrugs, still smiling, “It’s true though, in all the years we’ve known each other, I never saw you blush for anyone else.” And he looks so proud of himself as he says those words, and he says them with a straight face like he is not ashamed of being so sappy and in love.
“I don’t wanna blush for anyone else, anyway,” Yuri mumbles, looking at his phone instead of Otabek’s eyes because he isn’t brave like his boyfriend is. Yuri doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve like Otabek does, but he wants to try. For him.
He is rewarded by a quick kiss against the corner of his mouth because they are still in public and the coffee shop if a bit crowded but there is some stars shinning in Otabek’s eyes when he looks up at Yuri and he smiles so bright when he whispers “good” with his lips pressed against Yuri’s cheeks, “that’s all I’m asking for.”