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The door barely closes before Yuri is pressed back against it—but their warring tongues and wandering hands didn’t start in the privacy of Otabek’s room.
Fresh off the ice, skin still slick with cooling sweat, they couldn’t keep to themselves for longer than the few minutes ride from the rink to the hotel. Maybe the taxi driver appreciated their barely contained restraint, maybe he would have enjoyed the show. Yuri doesn’t fucking care. The moment they stepped through the hotel lobby and into the lift, though, all bets were off.
Yuri only behaved even that long because of the placating hand squeezing his thigh and the promise in his companion’s gaze.
Is it stupid? Probably; they’d only become friends the other day. Throwing his arms around Otabek’s neck the moment they stepped off the ice had been risky enough, but then pushing them back, out of the rink and the view of the cameras and spectators to shove his tongue down the man’s throat? Wild. What else was Yuri supposed to do, though? The knight in strapping leather bullshit had been hard enough to resist in the glow of the setting sun, but now?
Adrenaline and hormones burn like poison in his veins.
Welcome to the Madness, indeed.
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- Part 22 of YOI Oneshots