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“You’re being gross, you know that, right?”
Yuuri sighed and turned his head towards Yurio, raising an eyebrow. With a glance at Viktor and their entwined fingers he asked for clarification. “How so?”
“Yes, tell us, Yurio. How are we being gross?” Vikor added, shifting slightly from his position on the couch with Yuuri in order to see the younger Russian better.
“You guys are always all of each other. It’s indecent.” He said simply.
“Yuri. Are you honestly trying to tell us that we are the ones being indecent when you literally were just making out with Otabek against the wall?” Yuuri deadpanned, gesturing to the mildly compromising position the younger couple was in.
Otabek was holding Yuri by his hips and pressing him against the wall. Yuri had his legs wrapped around Otabek’s middle and was currently resting his chin on his boyfriend’s shoulder in order to tell Viktor and Yuuri that they were gross. And to allow Beka to leave a nice big hickey on his neck.
Yuri gave a halfhearted shrug and nodded. “Yeah. I did.”
“If anything, you’re the gross one.”
“Am not, Katsudon. You and Viktor are old, and old people doing that stuff is gross.”
It was at this point that Otabek decided to speak. “Be nice to your dads, Yura. Let’s just go upstairs so they cant bother us.”
As they started to leave, rather, as Otabek started to leave, Viktor stopped them.
“Now now, if you two are going upstairs you have to leave the door open.” he said, an uncharacteristically dead-ass serious look on his face.
“What!” Yuri exclaimed. “You cant just cockblock us like that, old man!”
“He can, and he will. Actually, he did, so you can go up to your room, but leave the door open, Yurio. Consider this paback for calling us gross all the time.
Yuri groaned as otabek carried him up the stairs, softly chuckling to himself.
FIN