Yuri’s first kiss was from Otabek.
Yuri had been ranting and raving, going on about Viktor and Yuuri, complaining about how affectionate they were. They should have the decency not to do it right in front of his face, Yuri had thought. Maybe he was sexually frustrated, or jealous of the two, but he tends to get pretty heated when complaining of their PDA.
Otabek listens, nodding and saying, “yeah,” where it fits. When Yuri pauses, Otabek asks, “have you considered that you may envy them?”
Yuri flares again, shouting, “envy them? That level of love is sickening! And they’re always touching each other, why would I envy that?”
Otabek simply shrugs while approaching Yuri, hugging him slowly from behind.
“What’re you d-” Yuri starts.
Otabek murmurs, “you’re telling me you don’t ever get jealous when they hang on each other like this?”
“Well- I mean,” Yuri tenses and his cheeks redden.
Otabek chuckles softly, and moves away, taking a seat on the bed.
“Hey, wait a second,” Yuri argues. “That’s not fair!”
“Because I was right. You’re jealous of them.”
Yuri crosses his arms. “Why do you get to tell me how I feel?”
Otabek stands again, and approaches Yuri, bodies mere inches apart.
“Because I /know/ how you feel. You want what they have, don’t you?”
Yuri opens his mouth to reject the claim but cannot find words.
“Tell me I’m right,” Otabek breathes out.
“I mean,” Yuri stammers. “Maybe a little bit, but-”
Before he can finish, Otabek places his lips onto Yuri’s, cupping the back of his neck with his hand.
When Otabek pulls away, Yuri stares at him momentarily, dumbfounded. “Okay, you may be slightly more right than I thought.”