Kinks I have:

Incest (Lesbian)

Impregnation

Light sadomaschochism

Piss play (personal contact)

Intox

Somnophilia

Possibly others, as I am still growing into myself

This is almost guaranteed to develop over time

a thing i drew a buncha months ago, deleted it, now uploading it again because what the hell why not

Otabek and Yuri wake up on a bright morning, the sun peircing through the window making it otherwise impossible for Yuri to sleep in any longer. The same could not be said for Otabek.

Facing each other. Yuri presses their heads together and they kiss. Otabek is barely there; his mind still useless to the world of the awake. He only grunts in reply to Yuri’s “Good morning.”

Yuri puts his hand on Otabek’s face, thumb softly rubbing along Otabek’s cheek bone. “We have to get up soon. Busy day.”

Otabek just sighs. Yuri purses his lips and moves his thumb to under Otabek’s eye. He pulls down the bottom eyelid a bit, and it’s something akin to a horror film. But he says again, “Busy day?”

Otabek simply grunts again, turning away from Yuri. He’s on his back now, eyes still contently closed.

Yuri sighs, “Will you please wake up? Or do I have to take drastic measures?”

Otabek is silent; resolved in his decision to stay in bed.

Yuri smirks, shuffling the giant comforter as he snakes his hand under it. He watches Otabek’s placid sleeping expression falter; a tiny smile curling the corner of his lip as Yuri’s hand presses against his thigh.

No words need to be exchanged. Yuri’s palms Otabek’s morning wood lazily through his flannel pants. Otabek makes no noise, never has during these sorts of things. His face color gives away the truth though, and Yuri loves the way his red stained cheeks flare up.

When Otabek arches his shoulders, shifting a little and letting out a sigh through his mouth for the first time, Yuri takes the moment to move too.

He’s under the covers in an instant, agile fingers pulling at the hem of Otabek’s pajamas. Otabek willingly, and of course silently, obeys the nonverbal request. He lifts his hips just enough to help Yuri pull the fabric down. Yuri’s mouth is on him just as quickly. The eager little whimpers Yuri makes as his mouth goes to work are all but too enticing, quickly bringing Otabek fully into awake mode. 

Otabek’s own mouth opens only a little, breath hitching and eyebrows knit when he cums.

The blanket lifts and he tilts his head forward off his pillow to greet those mischievous green eyes peering up at him.

“Better?” Yuri asks with saliva shined lips.

Otabek brings a hand to Yuri’s face, sitting up and guiding Yuri closer to him. Yuri sits on his knees between Otabek’s legs as Otabek leans forward, both hands cupping his face, and kisses him.

“Good morning,” he says with a soft smile.

Yuri rolls his eyes.

“A bit late for that.”

“Good afternoon?”

“No, Beka. I just meant…never mind. Good morning.” He kisses him again, quickly, just a peck, and stands up and walks off the bed. “Breakfast.”