[Yuri grumbles a little against Otabek's lips, but lets himself be walked backwards, pulling back and biting, almost too hard, at the other boy's lower lip. He's like that; too ferocious, like he wants to grab and cling onto everything he's given, everything Otabek is.
Still, there's a sweetness to it too, in how he wiggles his arms under the jacket and holds on, presses his ear to Otabek's chest and listens, pouting in that unintentionally cute way he has.]
Who said I missed you. Dummy. [It's all lies, and it shows in the smile, hidden under all that golden hair.]
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Date: 2017-01-16 05:24 pm (UTC)Still, there's a sweetness to it too, in how he wiggles his arms under the jacket and holds on, presses his ear to Otabek's chest and listens, pouting in that unintentionally cute way he has.]
Who said I missed you. Dummy. [It's all lies, and it shows in the smile, hidden under all that golden hair.]