Love mistook for lust (OtaYuri AU)

1st Night (part 2)

The two of them walked the hallways in silence, the Russian too lost in his thoughts to pay attention to his brand new partner that had his arm placed over his shoulder, trying to read the thoughtful expression plastered on the prostitute's face. They were silent the whole walk towards the room where everything was supposed to take place, partially because they didn't have anything to say to each other just yet, but mainly because Yuri seemed so lost into his own thoughts that it would've been a shame to snap him out of it. When they arrived, the Russian opened the door mechanically, already taking off his robe to expose the cut in his tank top that would leave his pale back bare, as well as his shoulders, his skin looking almost translucent in the mysterious light. The Kazakh was so fascinated by the sight, he could easily tell why they'd call him "The Russian Fairy". Not only was he a real beauty, but he'd even give this sensation of a mysterious, magical entity. Otabek was more than glad that he finally got to meet him again. The blond didn't seem to recognise him, nor to get any hint that they've met before, but Otabek remembered. He remembered everything to the very last detail. "Alright shall we begin?" Yuri asked, snapping the dark haired male out of his thoughts, his expression still as cold as ever. All he did in response was a short nod. He wasn't much of a talker, so he just got closer, staring into the green eyes of the teenager that was so oblivious. His gaze was gentle and caring, just like that one fateful day, the day that he so deeply cherished. "What are you staring at me for?" Yuri asked, not really annoyed, but more confused for why he'd pay so much attention to him rather than his body. The Kazakh smiled slightly, still looking into his eyes, caressing his cheek, the piercing eyes, cold and unforgiving, softening into such a pure innocence for the first time that night, the first time in years at this point, flinching at how delicate his partner's touch was. He never have been caressed before by anyone in there. No one was so attentive with him. No one seemed to care if he was ok, if he was comfortable, if he enjoyed himself. This was the first time anyone was being so gentle with him, the first time anyone caressed him, the first time someone actually looked him in the eyes. Not only a cold and blank stare, but one to give him chills down his spine. He looked at him like He meant it. He looked up at the young man standing in front of him, his eyes showing that innocence that he used to have before, instead of the cold glares he used to give his clients. It has been years since he gave this look to anyone. The older male smiled at the reaction he received from the blond, as he said softly "These eyes... Cold, unforgiving, the piercing eyes of a soldier... Just like I remember them...  They're just as enchanting as they were back then..." the Russian gasped slightly at those sweet words, seeing as his client got closer. His first reaction was to lean closer as well, his lips almost touching the other's, only brushing against the others before slightly backing away, placing his slender fingers over the Kazakh's lips, saying "Otabek, wait... I don't really... kiss people. I never kissed anyone before...". The dark haired male was rather shocked by the statement, even though he didn't show it. So no one ever touched those lips before...? "You never kissed anyone...? How come?" He asked curiously, given the situation they both were put in. The blond sat down on the bed, inviting his partner to sit down next to him as he explained the current situation he was in. "Well, you see... Since this is a whore house, I didn't have to kiss anyone, I only had to fuck with them, and even if they'd ask me to let them kiss me, I would decline because, well... It would make it too real. I don't want to give anyone any sort of hope that I could feel anything for them, and I don't want to risk getting attached, either... So, because I've never had anyone to truly care for, I never kissed anyone..." he was looking down at his feet, playing with his thumbs nervously. Why was he so nervous this time? He would never get nervous in front of his clients, he'd always be so stone cold and uneasy to read, so why was he so nervous around him? He felt a hand being placed under his chin, lifting his face up as he met the eyes of the other. "Yuri... May I be the first one to kiss these lips...?" The dark haired male brushed his thumb over Yuri's bottom lip, with a soft smile on his face. His words were straightforward and crystal clear. Yuri didn't expect him to say something so bold, so confident. Who was this guy? Why was he so gentle? Why was he so attentive? Why was his every touch so caring? He turned his face away from the other, blushing before saying "You're being a bit too polite for someone that came here to fuck with a prostitute, don't you think?". The older male let out a chuckle before saying "Well I guess you're right. But I didn't really came here for a mere prostitute. I came here for you." The teenager looked at him surprised before he said, flustered "W-Well then stop wasting time, dammit! I don't have time for this!" Otabek laughed slightly before he started kissing his neck, making sure he respected Yuri's decision. He was motivated to be his first kiss, one way or another. Maybe Yuri didn't remember him, and he had no reason to, since they barely talked, and they both changed a lot since then. But he remembered him clearly, and wasn't going to let him go this easily this time. The Russian bit his lip as the lips went down his pale skin, as he was gently being pushed down, with the other crawling on top of him, taking off his leather jacket, leaving him into his t-shirt. Even through the t-shirt you could see how toned he actually was. The blond couldn't lie, he was eye candy. He had a way nicer body than he expected, and certainly nicer than everything he have seen before. He bit his lip as his partner took off his tank top, and then his own shirt, exposing his sculptured abs. He looked just like one of those models with perfect bodies that you see in magazines. It was almost unreal, how could someone like him be single, the women must be all over him. So why didn't he have a girlfriend? He watched as the other man was kissing down his chest, slowly sliding his hands into the back of his pants, Yuri closing his eyes and enjoying the touch. That's when he felt a finger being inserted into his entrance, biting his lip slightly. Sure, it was clearly not his first time, but for some reason, his body would respond different to the touch of this one man that he didn't even know whatsoever, that he had no past with, that he never met before. Or so he thought. As time went on, one finger turned into two, stretching the teen, making Yuri arch his back slightly, biting his lip in an attempt to keep any inconvenient sounds in. That's when the older male took off the Russian's pants fully, as well as his own, Yuri's eyes widening at the sight. "What the fuck, dude?!? You're like fucking Rasputin! There is no way. In Hell. This is going to fit." The Kazakh let out a chuckle before saying "Imma take this as a compliment, thank you." He spread Yuri's legs, caressing his inner thighs, having the Russian watching him closely. He thrusted once, a gasp escaping the Russian fairy's lips. The Kazakh started thrusting slowly, the blond closing his eyes, finding himself moaning to each of Otabek's thrusts. "H-harder." Otabek lifted his leg up over his shoulder, obeying his request, thrusting even deeper than before, low grunts emitting from his throat. "Ahh fuck, yes!!" He moaned loudly, his lips parted and his eyes wide, amazed by how skilled his partner was. That's when Otabek hit a certain spot, sending a rush of pleasure through his entire body, making him scream in pure bliss. It was amazing, the first time when he actually enjoyed having sex. Where did he learn that? Just how experienced was he? He desperately clenched into him, digging his fingernails into the slightly darker skin, earning a low grunt from the male. So this was a turn on, huh? Good. As he clenched tighter into his back, the older male holding desperately into the boy. As he continued thrusting, he kissed down his neck and shoulders, making the teenager gasp at every move, even if he didn't intend to. Sure, he had done it before, Lord knows for how many times he did it, but this time was... different... He didn't know exactly why, he didn't know exactly how, but it was. It was amazing, if he would say so himself. He wasn't sure where did that person came from, why he chose him specifically, why he was there when he could very well find a beautiful woman, but he did. And it was for the first time when he was glad for a client to be there. He wrapped his legs around him, his moans louder than usual, before saying through pants and gasps "O-Otabek I-I' m going to- ahh~!" His voice kept getting cut off by his own moans, the small grunts emitting from his partner's throat being music to his ears. Soon enough, his partner ejaculated inside the boy, the response being a crack in the blond's voice. He they both collapsed on the bed, the only remaining sound being their loud panting and their hearts that were still running like crazy. The Kazakh looked over at the boy, smiling fondly, not daring to pull him into his arms, knowing very well that he might object or jerk away. However, the Russian turned his head to face his client and, it seemed like, for a brief moment, he returned the smile. It didn't last long, though, because the fairy would never admit to anyone that, for once in his life, he felt great during sex, and further more, with one of his clients.