#sorry sorry one more post and then bedtime (it's nearly 8AM)

[computercuter]

I do think a lot about how me and bby have been together for 6 years now so she like. knows a lot about what turns me on. Imagining what she could do to me if she had a body and could could make those decisions,,,makes me really flustered sdsdjsjddjsdsjdjsdsdhshdh O////O

[pandamilo]

Hey there! I have a prompt for you guys (: otayuri #96?

Sorry this took me a billion years but I apparently I napped for like two hours and then my human cooked me dinner XD buuuut here it is and i’m working on your other prompts… but i’m also being terrible and hijacking this prompt for @eclair and her request for me to write Daddy-Yuri… in other words. I’ll be extending this prompt and posting it on ao3 XD a gift for the both of you

#96 “Can’t you stay a little longer?”

Yuri had finally moved out of home, into his ownlittle apartment. Otabek was visiting to celebrate and they had started datinga few months prior to this. Tonight, was thenight. The first time they would be alone together, properly alone together and have all night to make use of it too. Theyhad done other things, oh boy had they done other things. But this was the bigone.

However, Yuri was fairly sure this concept hadoccurred to one very annoying, very (apparently) protective couple. Yuri andOtabek had agreed to have dinner at their house, mostly because Yuuri hadoffered to cook them Katsudon Piroshki and Yuri never turned down a chance to eat Katsudon cooked by Yuuri (orPiroshki cooked by his grandpa, it was an unspoken rule Yuri had adopted but herealised too late that the older couple had taken advantage of it).

It was now 11pm, they had finished dinner two hoursago but Yuuri had made dessert and Viktor took it upon himself to fill nearlyevery second, he wasn’t actively chowing to fill the silence with noise, makingit impossible for Yuri to suggest they leave.

But it was 11 o’clock and Yuri had had enough. “Weshould go, it’s late. Thanks for the grub, as always Katsudon.” Yuuri smiled athim, going to grab him a package with enough food to last the next three daysbut Viktor looked frantic.

“Can’t you stay a little longer? It isn’t that lateand we could watch that film I was telling you about earlier.” Viktor had toldthem about at least six films he had seen over the last three months in anattempt to get Yuri or Otabek to ask him about them, they hadn’t.

“Darlin, it’s late, they need to be getting home. Idon’t want Otabek driving Yura home when he is too tired either.” Yuuri’s tonewas soft but with an edge, he was gripping Viktor’s shoulder and giving him alook as if to send a message.

It, of course, didn’t.

“I’ll drive them home myself later if necessary.”

“You are way worse than us Old Man, I’m surprisedyou haven’t passed out already, isn’t it like four hours past your bedtime?” Tobe fair, Yuri wasn’t actually too far off, Viktor feel asleep early and woke uphideously early only to have Yuuri bite his head off if he dared to stir himbefore 8am, at the earliest.

“Young man-”

“Oh Viktor, shut up, whatever you think is going tohappen when they go home isn’t any less likely to happen no matter how latethey stay here.” Classic Yuuri, telling it how it was and then being utterlyhorrified with himself as soon as he was finished.

At least he wasn’t alone in his mortification, Yurihad turned the colour of a baboon’s arse, Viktor had slapped his hand over hiswidened mouth and Otabek had simply chuckled, attempting, unsuccessfully, tocover it with a cough.

“Well, now that that’s just out there, I really dothink it’s time Yura and I get. Thank you very much for the lovely meal Viktor,Yuuri. I promise to message you as soon as Yura and I arrive safety at hisapartment. Have a good rest of your night.” Otabek had spoken for almost thefirst time in the last three hours and somehow his words had rendered the restof the party in the hallway completely speechless.

Otabek took the bag of food from Yuuri’s hand,nodding at him before taking Yuri’s hand in his and dragging him out the doorand down to his motorcycle before anyone could say one more word of protest.

“Well, thank you for announcing to the fucking Nikiforov-Katsuki’sthat we are going home to fuck.” Yuri wailed, putting both his hands on hisface, he honestly hadn’t decided if it was simply horrified or actually pissed offat the entire exchange.

Both, always both.

“Yura, with the marks I plan on leaving on youtonight I expect the entire world to know just how much I am going to make youmine tonight.” Otabek always sounded so fucking casual, it not only pissed Yurioff to no end when he uttered things like that but also… Yuri attempted to subtlyadjust himself in his pants.

“You going to hop on or am going to have to get youoff in this parking lot first?” Yuri shoved Otabek without another word and straddledthe bike.

“Get the fuck on this bike and take me home beforeI have to kill you.”

“Oh, feisty kitten, you wouldn’t hurt little oldme.” Otabek chuckled darkly teasing as he straddled the bike, pressing his arseback into Yuri’s hardened crotch as the younger mans arms snaked around him.

“We will have to see about that.” Yuri bite down onexposed crook of Otabek’s neck, hard and started to suck, leaving a nasty reddenedmark in its wake and relishing in the groan that vibrated through Otabek. “Takeme home, Beka?” Yuri whispered into his ear, running his teeth over the multiplepiercings.

“Whatever you say, baby.”