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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Katsuki_Yuuri_&_Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri/Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki
      Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov, Katsuki_Yuuri_&_Victor_Nikiforov, Victor
      Nikiforov_&_Yuri_Plisetsky, Victor_Nikiforov/Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki
      Yuuri_&_Victor_Nikiforov_&_Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor
      Nikiforov/Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Yuri_Plisetsky, Victor_Nikiforov, Katsuki_Yuuri, Mila_Babicheva
  Additional Tags:
      Diapers, ABDL, Omorashi, Bladder_Control, Age_Regression/De-Aging, Age
      Play, Non-Sexual_Age_Play, Implied_Sexual_Content, Wetting, Mild_Hurt/
      Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional_Hurt/Comfort, Fluff_and_Angst, Light
      Angst, CG/L, Dd/lb
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-01 Completed: 2017-12-30 Chapters: 22/22 Words: 4235
****** Lemons' Diapercember 2017 ******
by FullBladderLemons
Summary
     All fills are Little Yuri
     1. Wetting a Diaper
     2. Mental Regression
     3. Naptime/Bedtime
     4. Diaper Leaking
     5. Sissification
     6. Pull Ups
     7. NO FILL
     8. Comforted by a Caregiver
     9. Wearing a Footie
     10. Getting Diaper Changed
     11. NO FILL
     12. Fussing for a Change
     13. Snuggling a Caregiver
     14. Going in Diaper on the Potty
     15. Throwing a Tantrum
     16. NO FILL
     17. Wearing Diapers on Road Trips
     18. NO FILL
     19. Caregiver Giving a Bath
     20. NO FILL
     21. NO FILL
     22. In a Sweater
     23. Pull Up Accident
     24. NO FILL
     25. Formal Outfit
     26. With a Babysitter
     27. Cuddling a Stuffie
     28. NO FILL
     29. Getting Ready for Bed
     30. Rocked to Sleep
     31. NO FILL
***** Day One *****
Day One: Wetting/Messing a diaper
Victor trained his eyes on Yuri, watching as he wiggled on the spot. Victor sat
on the couch and Yuri on the floor, cuddling his tiger plushie as he watched
TV. Victor watched on as Yuri squirmed again, this time pressing his legs
together and grinding his crotch down onto the floor. Victor sighed, clearing
his throat to get Yuri’s attention.
“Yuri, sweetie, do you want to go to the toilet?”
Yuri glowered at him, holding his plushie closer and shaking his head. “No, I’m
watching TV! I don’t have to go!”
Victor sighed, knowing full well that Yuri did have to go, and urgently, at
that. Still, Victor could see the diaper he wore sticking out from Yuri’s
pajama pants, so he chose not to press any further. Victor went back to
scrolling through his phone, still keeping a steady eye on Yuri.
It wasn’t two minutes longer before Yuri had a hand shoved between his legs,
desperately trying to rock into his own touch as he stared at the TV screen.
Victor clicked his tongue until the blonde looked up at him, blushing as he
hastily removed his hand from his crotch. Yuri huffed, clinging to his stuffed
animal and directing his attention back to the TV.
Victor sighed as Yuri wriggled on the floor, whimper softly. “Okay,” Victor
boomed, standing. “Come on, Yuri. I’m taking you to the toilet.”
Yuri grumbled, shaking his head. “At the commercial!”
“No, now, before you have an accident,” Victor ordered, his tone demanding.
Yuri huffed, but dropped his plushie and rose from the floor. Victor could
pinpoint the exact moment when gravity weighed down on Yuri, the exact second
that horror spread across his face. Yuri gasped, shoving his hands between his
legs and bouncing in place as he whimpered, face scrunched with concentration.
“Yuri, are you-”
“I’m sorry,” he whimpered, going still as he gave up.
Victor sighed, approaching Yuri and wrapping his arms tightly around the boy’s
shoulders. “It’s alright, don’t get upset. You’re wearing your diaper, so it’s
not a big deal.”
Victor held Yuri until he sighed with relief, muttering, “I’m finished.”
“Alright,” Victor murmured, ruffling Yuri’s hair. “Let’s get you cleaned up,
then.”
***** Day Two *****
Day Two: Mental Regression
It was something he fought with daily- he didn’t want to slip into his
headspace as often as he did, and he didn’t want the constant tug of war inside
his head. It had started a few months ago, the inability to control when he
slipped. It had happened just a few times at first, but then it became every
week, every other day. Now, he was unintentionally slipping nearly every day,
and it was getting even harder to control.
Those times when he was able to keep himself in control, he had talked to Yuuri
about it. “I’m scared,” he had whispered.
But after a few minutes of being comforted by Yuuri, he had begun to slip. It
was so easy to slip, with Yuuri. He always took such good care of him, and made
him feel like it was okay to regress. Yuuri never made him feel badly for it,
and he always got Yuri somewhere safe when it happened in public.
“You’re okay,” Yuuri assured him endlessly as he began to slip into his little
space. “I’ll take care of you.”
And so, Yuri let himself fall.
***** Day Three *****
>
Day Three: Naptime/Bedtime
“Yuuri, I'm sleepy.”
Yuuri glanced down at Yuri, smiling softly at the younger’s sleepy eyes. His
head rested in Yuuri's lap, his hair messed and his eyes dropping. Brushing
back his bangs, Yuuri smiled. “So sleep, silly boy.”
Yuri pouted nuzzling into Yuuri's touch. “I can't nap, I don't have a diaper
on.”
Yuuri frowned, ruffling Yuri's hair. “I'll put one on you, then. After that,
you'll be able to sleep?”
Yuri nodded, murmuring sleepily. Yuuri slipped from the couch, resting Yuri's
head on the cushion as he rose. He went into Yuri's diaper bag and pulled out a
diaper, pulling down Yuri's pajama pants and maneuvering him onto his back.
Yuri was pliant, letting Yuri lift him to get the diaper under him and then
latch it into place. Once Yuri was dressed again, Yuuri moved back onto the
couch, spooning him.
“Comfy, baby?”
“Mhm, comfy. Thank you for putting the diaper on me.”
“Of course, Yuri.” Yuuri pressed a tender kiss to Yuri's neck. “Let's nap now,
okay?”
***** Day 4 *****
Day Four: Diaper Leaking
“Oh, sweetie,” Victor whispered, gathering the crying boy into his arms. “Oh,
don't cry. It's alright.”
Yuri looked down at his wet pants, sniffling miserably. “I-I had to go really
bad.”
Victor kissed Yuri's forehead, rocking him. “I know you did, I know. The diaper
couldn't hold it all. It's okay, we'll clean you right up.”
“I'm sorry for making a mess,” Yuri croaked, burying his face in Victor's
chest.
“No, baby, it wasn't your fault. I'm so proud of you for holding it in for so
long.”
“D-did I do good?”
“Yes, sweetheart. You did wonderfully.”
***** Day 5 *****
Day Five: Sissification
“You should see yourself right now, my pretty little boy.”
Victor raked his eyes over Yuri- from his hair in cute pigtails, to his pink
dress. The dress wasn’t very modest, short enough that his heart-print diaper
peeked out from under the hem. His cat-print thigh highs clung to his legs
nicely, and his maryjanes looked adorable on him.
“You’re making Daddy so horny, pretty boy. Do you know that?”
Yuri glanced at the blooming bulge in Victor’s pants, smiling happily. “That’s
from me?”
Victor nodded, palming himself through the fabric. “Yes, my darling. Look at
what you do to me.”
Yuri beams, biting his lip as his smile fades. “Daddy, I have to go pee.”
Victor waves Yuri over, cupping the front of his diaper. “Go ahead, pretty boy.
Let go for me.”
Victor palms himself with his free hand as Yuri fills his diaper, warmth
expanding with a soft crinkling sound. He relieves himself for almost thirty
seconds, and Victor praises him, “you needed to go badly, didn’t you? You held
it in so well for me, baby boy. Come, sit on Daddy’s lap in your mess.”
When he does, Victor takes out his throbbing cock.
***** Day 6 *****
Day Six: Pull-Ups
“I really have to go, Yuuri. I can't hold it.”
Yuuri brushed back a lock of Yuri's hair, encouraging him, “Victor should be
out of the shower soon. Can you try to hold it just a little longer, sweetie?”
Yuri whimpered, wiggling his hips as he marched in place. “I'm only wearing a
pull-up, Yuuri, it won't absorb it all.”
Yuuri rubbed the younger's back rhythmically, pressing a kiss to his head.
“That's okay, sweetie. Just try to hold it the best you can. You know I won't
be mad if you have an accident.”
Yuri whimpered, double crossing his legs. “I-I said I only needed the pull-up
because I'm a good boy. I wanna hold it, I want to.”
“I know, Yuri, and you're such a good boy no mat-”
It was that moment that they heard the shower shut off, and Yuri sighed with
relief. He immediately banged on the door, frantically begging, “Victor, I have
to go! Please, open the door!” Yuri moaned, shoving both hands between his legs
“I'm going to have an accident!”
Victor opened the door, then, and Yuuri watched as Yuri rushed inside. He
struggled pulling down his sweatpants before succeeding, pulling down the pull
up with it. He took out his cock, already leaking, and aimed it into the
toilet. Victor only gave Yuuri a knowing smile, wrapping an arm around his
waist. It seemed that Yuri had a habit of waiting too long.
***** Day 8 *****
Day Eight: Comforted by a Caregiver
“Shh, Yuri… It’s alright. I’m right here.”
“I h-had a dream that you w-weren’t,” Yuri sobbed, burying his face in Yuuri’s
shirt.
Yuuri easily lifted him onto his lap, kissing his head incessantly. “It was
just a dream. I’m right here, sweetheart. It’s okay, I’m right here.”
“Don’t leave me, Yuuri! Please don’t ever leave me!”
Yuuri held on tighter, as if to emphasize his point. “I won’t, baby. Oh, I
won’t ever leave you. I love you so much, Yuri.”
Yuri clung to him, whimpering. “I love you, Yuuri. I really, really love you."
"Oh, my baby," Yuuri crooned. "I'm right here." He rocked Yuri gently, and the
younger man's breathing began to slow. "Goodnight, angel."
***** Day 9 *****
Day Nine: Wearing a Onesie/Footie
“Yuuri, look, I’m a kitty cat!”
Yuuri giggled, scooping Yuri up into his arms and rubbing their noses together
in an eskimo kiss. “You’re such a cute little kitty, baby! I love your new
pajamas.”
“And look,” Yuri continued as he was set down. He held out his hands, kicking
out one foot at a time. “There’s feeties and mittens and they look like paws!”
Yuuri smiled, reaching out and pulling up Yuri’s hood. “And you’ve got ears,
too, sweetie! You’re so cute.”
Yuri only grinned, pouncing at Yuuri and tackling him into a hug.
***** Day 10 *****
Day Ten: Getting His Diaper Changed
“I’m w-wet, Vitya.”
Victor looked at the pouting boy in front of him, swaying his hips as he stared
up at Victor. “Oh, sweetie. You had an accident?”
Yuri nodded, wrinkling his nose as he shuffled in place. “Doesn’t feel good,”
he complained.
“Okay, baby. Let me clean you up and put on a fresh diaper, then.”
Victor helped Yuri to lie down on the blanket they used for these occasions,
gently tugging his pants off him. Victor looked down at the diaper Yuri was
wearing, seeing that it had expanded to twice its size and gained a yellow
tint. Yuri whimpered as Victor removed the wet diaper, exposing Yuri’s damp
genitals to the cold air. Quickly, he grabbed a baby wipe and began to clean
Yuri thoroughly, wiping everywhere.
“Such a good boy for me, my Yuri.”
Yuri only whimpered as Victor put a fresh diaper on him, pulling his pants back
up over the crinkly padding. Yuri scrambled up onto his knees, crawling onto
Victor's lap. “Thank you,” he whispered.
“Feel better now?”
“Much better.”
***** Day 12 *****
Day Twelve: Fussing for Milk/A Change
“I feel gross, Yuuri!”
Yuuri sighed, running his fingers through Yuri’s hair in the backseat of the
car. “I know, sweetie. I know. Victor is looking for a rest stop so we can get
you in a fresh diaper.”
Yuri whimpered, kicking the passenger seat as Yuuri locked eyes with Victor in
the mirror. “Yuri,” Victor murmured, “stop kicking the seat, darling. We’re
going to get you changed as soon as we can. You need to wait.”
Yuri’s face crumpled, and he kicked the seat again. “It’s not my fault I
couldn’t wait until we got to the potty!” He argues irritably.
“Yuri,” Yuuri whispered to the blonde, rubbing his back. “Victor didn’t say it
was your fault. He just said that we can’t change you until we stop somewhere.
Please, you need to be patient. I know you don’t feel comfortable right now,
but we’re going to fix it as soon as we can.”
Yuri whimpered, turning himself into Yuuri’s body and beginning to cry on his
shoulder. “S’not fair!” he croaked.
“Oh, sweetie. I know, I know.”
***** Day 13 *****
Day Thirteen: Snuggling With a Caregiver
“I love snuggling with you, baby,” Victor cooed, giving Yuri's frame a quick
squeeze.
Yuri smiled, nuzzling further into Victor and hugging him back. “Me too. You're
comfy, Vitya.”
Victor smiled, pressing incessant kisses to the top of Yuri's head. “You're
comfy, too, my angel.”
Yuri keened happily, squeezing at Victor's torso. “I love you, Vitya.”
“And I love you, Yuri.”
Victor nuzzled into Yuri's sweet-smelling hair, breathing in and kissing him.
He loved having Yuri like this, so loving and cuddly. Victor was never happier
to indulge him.
***** Day 14 *****
Day Fourteen: Going in His Diaper on the Potty
“I don't want to,” Yuri argued. He stood potty-dancing in front of the toilet,
hands shoved into the front of his diaper as he hopped from foot to foot. “I
won't.”
Yuuri sighed, reaching out and brushing back a lock of Yuri's hair. “Okay, how
about this…” Yuuri gently guided Yuri closer to the toilet, speaking softly.
“Will you sit on the potty and use the diaper, to get used to it a little?”
Yuri bit his lip, still desperately struggling to hold it as his eyes darted
from Yuuri to the toilet and back again. Finally, he whispered, “fine, but you
have to stay with me.”
“Of course I'll stay with you, sweet boy. Go ahead, now. Sit down.”
Yuri did as he was told, sitting on the toilet in his diaper. Yuuri stayed
close to him, brushing back his hair. Sighing, Yuri announced, “I'm going.”
“Good job, sweetie,” Yuuri praised him. “You're doing so well, going on the
potty like this.”
Yuri keened at his touch, squirming on the toilet seat. “I'm almost done,” he
murmured.
“I'm so proud of you, baby.”
And he truly was.
***** Day 15 *****
Day Fifteen: Throwing a Tantrum
“I have to go, I have to go,” Yuri shouted, both hands shoved in his crotch.
Viktor rubbed his back gently, sighing. “You need to hold it, Yuri. We're
almost home.”
Yuuri glanced back from the front seat, shooting Yuri a sympathetic look. “Just
a little longer, baby,” he encouraged.
“No,” Yuri shouted, kicking and punching at the back of the passenger seat. “I
have to go now, I'm going to have an accident!” He screeched, fists and feet
flailing.
“Yuri,” Viktor warned calmly, “getting worked up isn't going to make it any
easier to hold it.”
Yuri only screeched louder, feet still pounding the seat. “I'm going to pee in
my pants!”
“Shh, baby. Yuri, look, we're home,” Yuuri murmured kindly as they pulled into
a parking space.
Yuri simmered down, hands and feet stilling as he looked out the window.
Sniffling, he whimpered, “will you take me to the potty now, Vitya?”
Viktor sighed, nodding. “Let's go, sweetheart.”
***** Day 17 *****
Day Seventeen: Wearing Diapers on Long Road Trips
“It's really okay to wear them, even though…” Yuri trailed off, his cheeks
flushing.
Yuuri nodded, kissing his forehead as he pulled the younger into a hug. “You
can wear them whenever you want, Yuri. It doesn't just have to be when you're
feeling Little.”
Yuri sighed with relief, leaning into Yuuri's touch. “I just think it would be
easier, that's all. Not having to stop the car and all that…”
Yuuri was sure to encourage him quietly, “it will be easier that way; It's a
long trip and you always need to go a lot, sweetie.”
Yuri nodded resolutely, pressing a kiss to Yuuri's cheek. “Thank you, Yuuri.
For always supporting me.”
Yuuri smiled, promising, “I always will support you.”
***** Day 19 *****
Day Nineteen: Caregiver Giving Little a Bath
“Bubbles?” Yuri requested hopefully, wiggling as he sat on the edge of the
filling tub.
Viktor smiled and nodded, taking the bubbles and pouring them into the water.
“Yuri, baby, can you go pee-pee for me before getting in in the bath?”
Yuri pouted, shaking his head. “I don't have to go.”
Viktor raised his eyebrows, cocking his head to the side as Yuri continued to
squirm. “Oh really? Because I think I see you doing a little pee-pee dance,”
Viktor cooed, tickling Yuri's sides playfully.
Yuri yelped and giggled, hands reaching down to grab his bare cock. “Okay,
okay!” He gasped. “I have to go!”
Viktor pressed a kiss to Yuri's hair, helping him stand up. “Do you want to
stand up or sit on the potty?”
“Stand!” Yuri affirmed, dancing in place as Viktor lifted the toilet lid for
him. Viktor turned off the tap as Yuri peed, his stream loud and thick. He
rolled his eyes, an affectionate smile gracing his lips. Yuri was always
waiting too long to relieve himself when he was feeling little.
“Done!” Yuri yelped, flushing and immediately slipping into the bathtub.
Viktor smiled as Yuri played with the bubbles, reaching up and pressing a dab
to Viktor’s nose. Viktor gasped, reaching into the water and gathering some
bubbles for himself. “Come here, you!” He patted the bubbles onto Yuri's face,
giving him a beard. “You're so cute, Yuri.”
Yuri wiped the bubbles from his face and Viktor’s nose in silence, suddenly
looking very vulnerable. “I love you, Vitya.”
“I love you, baby.”
***** Day 22 *****
Day Twenty-Two: In a Cute Lil’ Sweater
“Are you warm, sweetheart?”
Yuri nodded, pulling the hem of his oversized sweater down even further. It was
tiger striped, long enough that it swam on him, his arms completely hidden
within the sleeves. “Comfy,” he whispered.
Yuuri smiled lovingly, wrapping the boy in a hug and pulling him onto his lap.
“Is this okay?”
Yuri nodded, snuggling against Yuuri's chest. “Are you sad, Yuuri?”
Yuuri sucked in a sharp breath, biting his lip. “Why would you say that,
honey?”
Yuri snuggled in closer, pressing a kiss to Yuuri's cheek. “You've been extra
cuddly today, and I can tell that you're sad by the way you smile.”
Yuuri sighed shakily, holding Yuri close to him. “I'm a little sad,” he
admited. “Maybe, we could stay like this for a while?”
Yuri nodded, whispering, “for as long as you want.”
“I love you, Yuri. Thank you.”
Yuri shook his head, kissing him once more. “I can take care of you, too,” he
murmured.
***** Day 23 *****
Day Twenty-Three: Pull-Up Accident
“Viktor, s-some came out,” Yuri whimpered, clutching himself between the legs.
Viktor rubbed his back carefully, pressing a kiss to his head. “It’s okay, it’s
okay. Just try to hold it the best you can.”
“We’re almost there,” Yuuri encouraged him from the front seat.
Yuri whimpered, face scrunched up with concentration. “I gotta go really bad,”
he pouted.
“I know sweetie, just ha-”
Yuri interrupted Viktor with a loud gasp, grinding himself down onto the car
seat with his hands stuffed between his legs. “Viktor, I can’t-” he cut himself
off with another gasp, biting down on his lip. “I can’t hold, it’s coming out.”
Viktor frowned at Yuri’s distress, rubbing his back to comfort him the best he
could. “It’s alright, baby. Don't get upset.”
Yuri still actively tried to hold back as he lost control of his bladder.
Viktor watched him wiggle as he peed into his pull up, the flow eventually
becoming too much and creating a dark spot on the crotch of his pants. Viktor
kissed his head as he whimpered, the dark patch reaching no further than his
thighs when he finally sagged back in the car seat.
“Look, sweetie, hardly any leaked out. You’re okay,” Viktor cooed.
“I’m sorry for having an accident,” Yuri whispered. “I tried to hold it.”
“I know you did, honey.” Viktor smiled as they pulled into the driveway,
unbuckling Yuri’s seatbelt for him. “You were such a good boy, Yuri,” he
praised him. “Now let’s get you inside and into the bath.”
***** Day 25 *****
Day Twenty-Five: Wearing a Cute Formal Outfit
“Yuuri, I…” Yuri trailed off, but the tone of his voice was enough for Yuuri to
look him up and down with concern. He was shaking, fiddling with the hem of his
suit jacket. He wouldn’t look Yuuri in the eyes, but he clung to him with his
free hand. “Please,” he whispered, unable to form a complete sentence.
Yuuri recognized the frantic tone of Yuri’s voice, the way he was unable to
speak. He realized as Yuri clung to him, that the younger man was beginning to
slip against his own will. “You’re okay,” Yuuri whispered to him. “Let me take
you somewhere safe.” He led Yuri through the thick crowd of the gala and
outside, into the cool night air. He took hold of Yuri’s hand in the parking
lot, guiding him to the car.
“Yuuri,” Yuri whispered again once they were safe in the backseat. “I’m
scared.”
Yuuri gathered Yuri into his arms, shushing him softly. “It’s okay, I’m right
here. It’s just you and me. Don’t be afraid.”
“Didn’t m-mean to slip,” he whimpered, clinging to Yuuri tightly.
“I know, baby. You’re okay though. No one noticed, no one saw.”
“Promise?”
“I promise, honey.”
“I have to go pee-pee,” Yuri mumbled, his voice muffled from the way he hid his
face in Yuuri's shoulder.
Yuuri kissed his head, asking, “can you hold it?”
“No,” Yuri whispered frantically. “I-I had to go for a long time now, I… I'm
sorry.”
“Shh, it's alright.” Yuuri brushed back Yuri's hair, pulling away from him a
bit. “We have some of your diapers in here, do you want one?”
When Yuri nodded in affirmation, Yuuri leaned up and pulled Yuri's diaper bag
from the front seat. He tenderly helped Yuri to pull down his suit pants,
pooling them around his ankles. “Here you go, sweetie,” he whispered as he
affixed the diaper. “You can go now.”
Yuri didn't hesitate, the crinkling of the diaper expanding sounding in the
silent car almost immediately. Yuuri watched the diaper grow bigger in the dim
lighting of the car, Yuri sighing softly with relief. Finally, Yuri whispered,
“I'm finished.”
“You really needed to go,” Yuuri hummed, readying to change Yuri's dirty
diaper.
“Sorry,” Yuri replied.
“No, baby, you were a good boy for holding it so long. You did well.”
Yuri brightened at that, smiling wide. “Really?”
“Really.”
***** Day 26 *****
Day Twenty-Six: With a Babysitter
“Yuri, honey, will you be okay with Mila?”
Yuri sucks in a deeps breath, looking from Victor to Yuuri and then back again.
“Did you explain everything to her? She doesn't… She doesn't think it's weird?”
Victor brushes back a lock of Yuri's hair, nodding. “We explained everything,
and we told her how to treat you. She doesn't think it's weird at all, and she
wants to babysit you.”
Yuri takes a deep breath, nodding slowly. “You'll be in town, right? In case…
in case I need you?”
Yuuri kisses Yuri's cheek. “Yes, baby. Don't worry about a thing. Now go get in
your comfy pajamas, find your tiger plushie, and Mila should be here soon.
By the time Mila arrives, Yuri has fallen partially into headspace, and is
coloring in his coloring book on the living room floor.
“Sweetie, Mila is here,” Yuuri murmurs softly.
The crayon falls from Yuri's hand as he glances up, waiting for the judgement
or disgust in Mila's eyes. It doesn't come. She kneels down beside him, asking
gently, “what are you coloring?”
Yuri sighs happily, showing her the tiger he is coloring in. “It looks great,”
Mila tells him kindly, ruffling his hair.
He feels himself slipping further, but first, he wraps his arms around her
waist. “Thank you, Mila,” he manages. And then, he lets himself trust.
***** Day 27 *****
Day Twenty-Seven: Cuddling a Stuffie
“I love him,” Yuri croons, cuddling the stuffed tiger close. “Thank you,
Yuuri!”
Yuuri grinned, ruffling Yuri’s hair. “I’m glad you like him, baby. I saw it at
the mall and I thought of you.”
Yuri kissed the tiger on the head before grinning at Yuuri playfully. “Wanna
know his name?”
Yuuri nodded, smiling back. “Tell me his name, sweetie.”
“Katsudon!”
“Katsudon?”
Yuri nodded, cheeks flushing. “That way every time I play with him, I’ll think
of you!”
***** Day 29 *****
Day Twenty-Nine: Getting Ready to Go to Bed
“You sleepy, angel?” Viktor cooed, ruffling Yuri’s hair.
Yuri nodded, nuzzling into the touch and keening. “M’sleepy, Vitya.”
“Do you want me to help you into your jammies?”
Yuri nodded eagerly, lifting his arms without being asked. Viktor smiled,
lifting Yuri’s shirt over his head. He tossed it aside before pulling Yuri’s
leggings off, as well, holding his hands to steady him as he stepped out of
them. Viktor took out a pair of pajama pants and helped Yuri into them, blowing
raspberries onto his bare belly as he did so. Yuri erupted into a fit of
giggles, gasping for air.
“Vitya, you’re silly!”
“Am I?”
“Yeah! You’re silly!”
Viktor grinned, shaking his head. “If you say so.” He kissed Yuri’s belly and
asked, “Shirt or no shirt?”
Yuri smiled sweetly. “No shirt.”
Viktor obliged him, toppling onto the bed after him and wrapping him in a tight
hug. “Let’s go to sleep, baby.”
Viktor was happy to fall asleep with his arms wrapped around Yuri.
***** Day 30 *****
Day Thirty: Getting Rocked to Sleep
“Don't fret, sweet boy. I'm right here.”
Yuri whimpered, his chest caving with the weight of Viktor's words. “Vitya,” he
whimpered, “please.”
“What do you need, darling?” Viktor moved closer on the bed, pulling Yuri into
an embrace. “You're okay, you're safe here with me.”
“I know,” Yuri whispered, crawling into Viktor's lap. Still, his heart ached,
and he didn’t know why. He couldn’t even communicate these feelings when he
wasn’t feeling little, much less when he was. He let tears fall freely as he
clung to Viktor. “Need you,” was all he could manage.
“Oh, Yuri,” Viktor whispered sadly, rubbing his back. “Go ahead, let it out.
I’m right here.”
Yuri cried until he could no more, his throat wet and filmy and his eyes sore.
When his sobs finally died down into sniffles, he relaxed against Viktor.
“M’sorry…”
“No, darling, you have nothing to apologize for,” Viktor assured him. “Rest
now, Yuri.”
So Yuri shut his eyes, drifting off to the rhythm of Viktor’s rocking. “I love
you, Yuri,” was the last thing he heard before falling asleep.
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