#softe...

yesss its so good

it’s 11pm, and yura is alone at the edge of an infinity pool overlooking the city. it sprawls beneath him, a mess of neon red and orange and blue lights brighter than the stars in the dark expanse overhead. if he flicks his wrist, he can send droplets of water raining down over whoever happens to be below him, but he doesn’t. instead, he just runs his wet fingers over the cold glass of the pool side, and shivers against a sudden gust of wind on his bare skin. the water is cool, bearable as long as he doesn’t move, and he stares at the view until the neon almost blurs. there is a splash behind him; then, arms slide around his waist, warm and wet skin against his comparatively cooler one. “красиво,” otabek murmurs into his ear, bare chest pressing against yura’s back and warming him at every point of contact. yura hums in agreement. “но ты красивее,” otabek adds, and yura turns away from the city below to lose himself in otabek instead, a hand on his lower back supporting him in the water and otabek’s mouth hot and slick and insistent against his own.

two requests for a very soft cat boy