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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Otabek_Altin, Yuri_Plisetsky
  Additional Tags:
      Delusions, Inflatable_dolls, Unhealthy_Coping_Mechanisms, Oral_Sex, Anal
      Sex, Anal_Fingering
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-10 Words: 1444
****** Playing with dolls ******
by Patience_on_a_Monument
Summary
     Otabek has a very unhealthy obsession with his favourite fellow
     figure skater.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
There had always been something that appealed to Otabek about quiet nights in
with his boyfriend, legs tangled in each other and falling asleep to the blue
light and meaningless noise of a long-abandoned film that continues on without
them. These are the nights he treasures the most, when there is only him and
Yuri and the world ends at the edges of his room. They normally end up watching
action films, where Otabek tries to convince Yuri that JCVD existing doesn’t
make Van Damme better than the combined efforts of all Jet Li films. There’s
very little argument about The Matrix, or the value of the sequels.
There have always between discussions about going on dates outside, but what
with their practice schedules and the aches and pains that accompany the all-
day training they are just too tired at the day, Yuri taking it upon himself to
drape himself across any available piece of furniture until Otabek physically
rearranges him into a more sensible configuration. He knows his Yuri can work
himself too hard and is always glad to offer respite. He is also incredibly
glad Yuri has never brought up the posters of his face and his skating all over
the walls of Otabek’s room, or the scraps of merchandise all over the shelves
and desk space. He is just very proud of his boyfriend - always so dynamic and
determined on the ice with his golden hair billowing about him.
There are however some unexpected downsides to their arrangement that make
Otabek restless and jumpy. Yuri spends so much time in Otabek’s room that he
has practically moved in, even regularly taking Otabek’s bed while he sleeps on
the floor –and he is incredibly happy about Yuri being so comfortable with him–
but seventeen year old boys need some alone time now and then for the relieving
of certain… urges. He shares a bathroom with his parents and all of his
siblings, and there is simply no measure of privacy there, but the alternative
is his room but he could never ask Yuri to leave, and doesn’t want to spoil his
purity by asking him to participate. The struggle hits him all the harder after
the relative freedom afforded to him in his travels, as in boarding
accommodation your struggles are shared and understood.
A combination of the building frustrations and being sick of comments about how
weird his room and Yuri Plisetsky merch collection lead him to move out of the
house the minute he turns eighteen. The last thing he wants is to let the
confined spaces drive a wedge between him and his family when they are normally
so supportive and accepting.
The move brings with it more space and more Yuri when he moves in for real.
The humble domesticity of it all is almost too much for Otabek to bear. They
make meals together in silent appreciation of the moment, they shop together
when they can both bring themselves to drag their weary bones to the
supermarket, and they do up each other’s jacket buttons before leaving to their
own respective rinks – Yuri practices in one a city over so that he can keep
some surprises and win over Otabek fairly just as soon as he makes it to
Seniors.
They sleep on the same bed as each other now, cuddling with the occasional
chaste kiss. He was Yuri’s first kiss, a fact that he keeps hidden in his chest
to take out and admire sometimes.
A few months into their cohabitation Otabek finally receives the email he has
been waiting for since he first decided that music was to be his escape from
the rigors of athleticism. There is a solo DJ set being offered to him in
downtown Almaty; it’s his first solo set and almost exactly a year after coming
back from Canada, he cannot be more excited by the news. He knows there is no
way Yuri can get a ticket since he is still definitely underage, but Otabek
manages to pull a few favours and gets one of the private booths set aside for
his personal use and smuggles Yuri in to watch, careful to explain the
importance of not leaving the booth and hoping Yuri’s rebellious nature can be
quelled just this once but Yuri remains quiet through the explanation.
The gig goes perfectly; better than Otabek could have ever anticipated and he
comes back home jubilant and excited, jittery with the final vestiges of
adrenaline like he just won gold. He and Yuri trip through the door, Otabek
grinning like an idiot and clinging to Yuri’s waist as he presses his wide
smile to his boyfriend’s face. In his excitement he slips his tongue between
pliant lips. He takes a moment to be surprised at himself before the hormones
and the willingness with which Yuri admits him lights fire in his heart,
igniting the gasoline trail in his veins that leads to his groin.
The backdraft hits and then Otabek is all over him as they lie together on the
floor of the hall, sloppy and eager while Yuri is quiet but responsive as
little gasps escape a wide smile under burning eyes. Otabek peels the Team
Russia jacket Yuri constantly wears from one of his small, slender shoulders
and presses kisses there, moving downward as he unzips the garment as the
kisses get sloppier.
He starts mouthing between Yuri’s legs, taking his time and lavishing
attention. The taste of the rubber is strong in his mouth but he continues,
pulling away before Yuri can finish so he can lean under the bed for his stash
and the tiny bottle of lube he has tucked away. He quickly slicks up his
fingers and presses a finger to Yuri’s entrance as he sucks kisses on the
column of his neck, growing intoxicated on the smacking sound it makes as he
releases. The first finger sinks in with no resistance, as does the second, and
he feels the rest of his blood rush south with the implication that Yuri had
prepared himself for this. His eyes snap from where his fingers glide up to
Yuri’s face where he lies with lidded eyes and a wide, round mouth makes tiny
squeaks and gasps. He may be imagining it but thinks he can see a blush take
root across his face, and the love in Otabek’s chest only grows stronger while
the ache in his loins only grows harder.
When he enters Yuri it is gently, as befitting his first. Otabek lavishes
praise and compliments as he struggles to keep his composure, sighing as he
fully seats himself. The need builds in him as he makes his first few tentative
thrusts until before he knows it he is getting faster and harder, threading his
fingers through the beautiful tresses he so long admired so he can pull Yuri’s
head back to better drink in the gasps that escape him. His head lolls with him
easily, so lost is Yuri in the throes of pleasure.
Otabek finishes deep inside Yuri, the spasms shaking through him as he feels
Yuri shudder alongside him. They sit cuddled together in silence, comfortable
and sated, until the dam at the back of Otabek’s mind breaks and the flood of
guilt washes over him to extinguish any lingering heat. He apologises to his
boyfriend for his haste, and his lack of gentleness, and for corrupting him
when he is such a pure and ethereal being in the beauty of his art but receives
a familiar open-mouthed grin in response that helps centre him again. Still
apologetic but feeling the happiness begin to take form in his chest, Otabek
rises from the floor and lifts Yuri to carry him to the shower to clean him up.
A band pin that dislodged itself from Otabek’s bag as he threw it to the ground
in his hurry quietly slides out of Yuri’s shoulder where it had become stuck,
falling to the ground with a soft chime and bouncing across the hall to roll
under a desk. The hole left in Yuri’s shoulder, while small, begins to let a
slow but steady stream of air from the body of the doll which goes unnoticed as
Otabek runs a bath, sloshing his hand to and fro to check the temperature. By
the time he looks back, his boyfriend has almost completely deflated, made
complete by the crazed squeeze Otabek gives him in his horror and grief.
Hours later, throat hoarse and eyes rubbed raw from tears, Otabek drags himself
and Yuri from the bathroom and begins his search for the duct tape and foot
pump.
End Notes
     prompt: otabek/inflatable doll wearing team russia jacket
     bonus if: otabek just cuddles and do cute, domestic things to the
     doll, and can't even masturbate near it because he doesn't want to
     stain his love and respect for fairy, having a room full of fairy
     posters and the inflatable doll being the main reason for him to move
     out his parents' house
     double bonus: at some point, after watching a romantic movie and
     talking his feeling to the doll, otabek ends up making love to it,
     feeling horribly guilty afterwards for sexualizing his pure fairy
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