He doesnt know why he’s so worked up, honestly.
They’ve been dating for a month, now. Surely that’s more than enough waiting for something so small. And Yuri was always comfortable with being physically close to him, even before they got together.
So why are his palms so sweaty?
“Beka? Are you alright?”
Shit. He spaced out too long and now Yuri’s noticed. “I’m fine, Yura. Are you done?”
“Yeah!” he lifted the leopard print shopping bag to show him, grinning happily. “You still didn’t have to pay for it, though.”
“It’s your birthday, Yura. Whatever wish you have, I’ll grant it.”
Yuri’s face flushed so quickly Otabek was scared he’d combust. “Why- you- god, you’re so fucking sappy and gross. I can’t handle it sometimes.”
“You love me,” Otabek chuckles, prodding Yuri’s forehead lightly.
Yuri scoffs, but his blush doesn’t move. “Whatever. I’m starving.”
“Ah, right. I know a place, it isn’t too far from here.”
“And this time, I’m paying, alright?”
He chuckles. “You wish.”
And this, he realizes, is the perfect time for him to do it. Dinner is their last stop for their date, so this might be his only chance at doing this…
Quickly, before he loses his nerve, he casually slings his arm over Yuri’s shoulders and starts leading them away from the store.
He feels Yuri’s shoulders tense, and suffers through a brief second of panic - oh god, I’ve probably overstepped his boundaries. He probably feels so uncomfortable right now, how do I take this back - before he feels them relax, and Yuri brings his hand to the one Otabek has on his shoulders and entwines them together, as if they’ve done this many times before.
This time it’s Otabek’s cheeks that are burning, and Yuri doesn’t let it go unnoticed. He laughs, poking Otabek’s cheek. “You’re so goddamn cute sometimes.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re talking about yourself, Yura.” Otabek replies, and he leads them through the busy streets with his arm wrapped tightly around Yuri’s shoulders.