"Yeah, well, trying to look cool doesn't suit you either, especially at your age." Yuri snarked into the air, with the lips against his neck. He wasn't going to let JJ off so easily, especially when he was still a bit bitter about everything.

Maybe one day he wouldn't be bitter. Maybe. Probably not though.

Once the lips lifted from this throat Yuri yanks the shirt up, forcing it up and over JJ's head. He uses his legs to force JJ to roll, ending up straddling the older skater's hips. He had those arms tangled still in that shirt.

"Tell me you're sorry." His voice was hard, but his was grinding his hips down against JJ's.