Ship: Otabek/Yuri Fandom: Yuri on Ice Major Tags: none Other Tags: long-distance relationship, questionable skype activities, terrible designer fashion choices Square: that is the ugliest shirt i have ever seen but somehow you make it work Word Count: 436
Link at the end to Yuri's absolutely horrendous shirt. I hope you enjoyed these and i'm super pleased you are using the silly DaiSuga icons I made you guys XD
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"It's Versace," Yuri informs him, voice deep with scorn at Otabek's lack of taste.
Otabek doesn't even bother to hide the smile as he rests his chin in his hand, elbow on his desk. "Just saying the name of the label half an octavee lower doesn't make the clothing more attractive. There's fourteen patterns on that thing."
"And I rock all of them, thank you very much," Yuri sniffs, one hand on his hip. He turns in a circle as if Otabek has asked him for a 360, pausing with his back to the laptop to look over his shoulder, eyebrow raised like he's daring Otabek to say it's ugly again.
The thing is, and here's how Otabek knows he's done, in way too deep, Yuri doesn't look good in it. Not the shirt especially which is probably damaging Otabek's retinas permanently, but the jut of his hip and sharp look over his shoulder and the curve of his ass in the black skinny jeans just under the hem, the spill of his half-loose hair over his shoulder. If Otabek were there he could forgive the shirt, wouldn't care about it even an iota, because he'd already have his hands on Yuri, on his shoulders and face and waist and thighs. He'd press his mouth to Yuri's and steal all of his air until Yuri was racing to peel that monstrosity off and fling it to the ground.
And then Otabek would be safe because he's well-acquainted enough with Yuri's housekeeping habits to know that once something is on the floor, it's much more likely to be kicked under the bed than to ever make it back into the closet.
"What are you smiling about?" Yuri demands, turning to face the laptop squarely.
"The idea of you wearing that out in public," Otabek lies, just to make Yuri glare at him. He's so cute when he's annoyed, and far too easy to get him there. "Seriously, what did you pay for that thing?"
"Oh, listen to you, Mr. It's Only Money I'll Fly to Canada For the Weekend If I Want To." Yuri rolls his eyes. "For your information, it was a freebie from this morning when I, your attractive and stylish boyfriend, did an exclusive photoshoot for them." Yuri crosses his arms, smug. "What do you have to say about that, huh?"
"I'd say," Otabek leans in towards his camera just a bit, dragging his eyes down Yuri oh so slowly, "that I'd much more like to see you take that thing off."
FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, A3, T
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: long-distance relationship, questionable skype activities, terrible designer fashion choices
Square: that is the ugliest shirt i have ever seen but somehow you make it work
Word Count: 436
Link at the end to Yuri's absolutely horrendous shirt. I hope you enjoyed these and i'm super pleased you are using the silly DaiSuga icons I made you guys XD
***
"It's Versace," Yuri informs him, voice deep with scorn at Otabek's lack of taste.
Otabek doesn't even bother to hide the smile as he rests his chin in his hand, elbow on his desk. "Just saying the name of the label half an octavee lower doesn't make the clothing more attractive. There's fourteen patterns on that thing."
"And I rock all of them, thank you very much," Yuri sniffs, one hand on his hip. He turns in a circle as if Otabek has asked him for a 360, pausing with his back to the laptop to look over his shoulder, eyebrow raised like he's daring Otabek to say it's ugly again.
The thing is, and here's how Otabek knows he's done, in way too deep, Yuri doesn't look good in it. Not the shirt especially which is probably damaging Otabek's retinas permanently, but the jut of his hip and sharp look over his shoulder and the curve of his ass in the black skinny jeans just under the hem, the spill of his half-loose hair over his shoulder. If Otabek were there he could forgive the shirt, wouldn't care about it even an iota, because he'd already have his hands on Yuri, on his shoulders and face and waist and thighs. He'd press his mouth to Yuri's and steal all of his air until Yuri was racing to peel that monstrosity off and fling it to the ground.
And then Otabek would be safe because he's well-acquainted enough with Yuri's housekeeping habits to know that once something is on the floor, it's much more likely to be kicked under the bed than to ever make it back into the closet.
"What are you smiling about?" Yuri demands, turning to face the laptop squarely.
"The idea of you wearing that out in public," Otabek lies, just to make Yuri glare at him. He's so cute when he's annoyed, and far too easy to get him there. "Seriously, what did you pay for that thing?"
"Oh, listen to you, Mr. It's Only Money I'll Fly to Canada For the Weekend If I Want To." Yuri rolls his eyes. "For your information, it was a freebie from this morning when I, your attractive and stylish boyfriend, did an exclusive photoshoot for them." Yuri crosses his arms, smug. "What do you have to say about that, huh?"
"I'd say," Otabek leans in towards his camera just a bit, dragging his eyes down Yuri oh so slowly, "that I'd much more like to see you take that thing off."
(this is Yuri's Versace shirt by the way.)