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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky, Otabek_Altin_&_Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Otabek_Altin, Yuri_Plisetsky
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Fluff_and_Smut
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-07 Words: 1622
****** Sleep with me ******
by Bassarid
Summary
     Yuri wants to have sex, Otabek is nervous about their first time.
     Fluff and smut ensue.
     Yuri is 16 in this, so tagged as underage.
Notes
     Just take this off my hands, please.
     Any and all typos caused by cat walking across keyboard.
The moment he stepped off the ice, Yuri rushed to the edge of the rink and
crashed into him, hugging him hard.

“You were amazing!”

Otabek laughed, actually laughed, and to Yuri's indignation, lifted him off his
feet and whirled him around once.

“Yura.”

Yuri sank against him, flustered, but then stood on tiptoe to whisper into his
ear:

“Sleep with me, Beka.”

Otabek tightened his grip on him, heart racing.

They'd had this for a year already, whatever this was, but they hadn't done
much more than kissed, cuddled, touched some.

He just nodded in reply, eventually, looking into Yuri's blazing eyes.
So he did some clandestine shopping, embarrassed by his purchases, hiding
behind his sunglasses throughout.
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Otabek watched Yuri, lazily sprawling on the bed in his hotel room.

Beautiful. Grace and strength and everything he'd ever admired in another
person.

Such determination.

If he was nervous in any way, he wasn't showing it.

Otabek was nervous.

Then again, someone else might not have been able to tell by looking at him.

“Beka! What are you staring at me for? Come here!”

Yuri scowled at him, and Otabek couldn't help a small smile as he approached,
sat down next to him and brushed a strand of hair out of Yuri's face.

He closed his eyes and leant into the touch, smiling ever so slightly.

It still felt like an immense honour to get to experience Yuri Plisetsky like
this. Only when they were alone. Softer. A little less tense. More thoughtful.

And smiling sweetly, sometimes.

The next moment, Yuri had grabbed him and pulled him down for a kiss. Otabek
opened his lips, met Yuri's tongue with his own, deepening the kiss for a
moment, before letting his lips and tongue trace a path down Yuri's throat.
Listened to his rapid breathing – it was a sensitive spot, he'd found that out
quickly enough. Fingers pawed in his hair, rubbed over the stubble, short nails
grazing his bare skin. He bit Yuri's shoulder softly, then lifted his head once
more, looking into eyes that were more green than blue in this light, and asked
lowly:

“Yura – are you sure you want this?”

Yuri huffed.

“Of course I am. I wouldn't have asked otherwise.” He looked indignant for a
moment, then frowned, faltering. “Don't you?”

Otabek bent down to kiss his nose.

“You have no idea how much I want you. But – I'm nervous. I don't want to hurt
you.”

Yuri gave him a long look, then sighed.

“Fine, I'm nervous, too, but that's normal, isn't it? Exciting things make you
nervous. And I'm not made of glass, you don't have to treat me like I'll
shatter.”

“I know! You're incredibly tough, Yura. That's exactly why you have to promise
me to tell me if it hurts, if it's too much. This isn't something I want you
to... to soldier through. Please, Yura.”

Yuri had looked taken aback by the outburst at first, then appeared to consider
his words, nodding slowly. Then smiled, a sweet, crooked smile, and cupped
Otabek's face.

“I promise, Beka. But I need you to trust me – I want this. And...” He averted
his eyes. “I fucking love you, okay?”

He pushed Otabek when he had to laugh, glaring at him.

“I'm sorry, Yura, I'm sorry.” He wrapped his arms around his pouting boyfriend.
“I love you, too. That was just so unexpected and so – you.”

“Idiot,” Yuri muttered, but kissed him, hard.

For a long time they just kissed, before Yuri's insistent tugging on Otabek's
sweater made him break the kiss, pulling the sweater over his head.

Yuri's fingers were on his chest, his stomach in an instant, skimming over his
skin, sending shivers down Otabek's spine, while Yuri was studying him in total
concentration. Then he pushed himself up and pressed kisses onto Otabek's pecs,
tracing a line down to his hips. Otabek ran his fingers through soft blond
hair, stroked Yuri's neck, biting his lip at the sparks racing from the places
Yuri's lips touched right into his groin.

“Котенок,” he whispered, making Yuri pounce on him, biting his lip, tonguing
him deeply, nails raking down his back, not exactly painful, but hard enough to
leave a mark.

Otabek pushed his hands under Yuri's shirt, pulled it up, and Yuri lifted his
arms obediently, with that inherent, effortless grace that never ceased to
amaze him. He threw the shirt aside carelessly, looking at Yuri.

“You're so beautiful.”

“Shut up!” Yuri muttered, flustered, pulling Otabek close again.

It didn't take them long to discard the rest of their clothes, lying on the
bed, exploring each other, hands, lips, tongues roaming.

“Beka...”

“Yura?”

“I'm so ready.”

Otabek blushed and sat up slowly.

“Huh?” Yuri watched quizzically as he rummaged in the bedside table, then
stared at the items he produced.

“You're well prepared.”

“Of course I am.” Otabek blushed, giving the lube and condoms a slightly wary
look.

“I think it's best if...” He reached behind Yuri and pulled at the pillows,
stacking them between Yuri and the headboard. “Lie back and just, uhm, make
yourself comfortable.”

Yuri raised his eyebrows, gave him a small smirk, then lay back, wriggling
until he'd found a position he was happy with, then hooked one leg behind
Otabek, who let himself be pulled close.

Kneeling between Yuri's legs, he licked his lips for a moment, then trailed a
line of kisses down, over Yuri's chest and stomach, while his fingers traced
the hot length of Yuri's erection, eliciting soft moans. Eventually though, he
moved his hands down Yuri's legs, lifting them carefully and Yuri slid down a
little more, golden hair spread out all around his head on the pillow, face
flushed, not taking his eyes off Otabek.

Otabek opened the bottle of lube and smeared it onto his fingers, then reached
down and carefully touched a single fingertip to Yuri's entrance, making Yuri
flinch.

“Just cold,” Yuri muttered at Otabek's slightly worried look, reaching down to
cup his cheek. “Don't stop.”

Otabek leant into the touch and added a little pressure, fingertip slowly
sliding past the tight ring of muscles, scanning Yuri's face for any signs of
pain.

“You okay?”

“Feels weird, but yeah... go on.”

He pushed his finger in all the way, daring to move it slightly, in the hooking
motion his furtive online research had recommended, slightly startled when Yuri
clenched down on him with a soft moan.

“Woah,” he muttered, looking at Otabek out of half closed eyes. “Do that
again.”

Otabek obliged with a relieved smile, feeling encouraged enough to add a second
finger after another moment, slowly, feeling Yuri stretch around them.

The hand that had stroked his cheek dropped and clawed in the sheets, and
Otabek leant his cheek against Yuri's thigh instead, kissing it gently, while
moving his fingers in and out slowly.

“You're doing so well,” he muttered against Yuri's skin, listening to the soft
moans that spilled from his lover's lips.

Eventually he pulled his fingers out again and opened a condom, pulling it over
himself with ever so slightly trembling fingers, using liberal amounts of lube.

He took hold of Yuri's hips, pulled his ass into his lap, slick fingers
stroking Yuri's erection once more, before he positioned himself against his
entrance.

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah...” It came out a breathy whisper that made Otabek bite his lips, before
he pushed forward ever so slowly. In spite of all preparation, Yuri felt
impossibly tight around him. Tight and hot, and clenching down even more.

“Yura...”

“It's fine, just give me a moment.”

Otabek held still, feeling Yuri twitch around him, until the pressure finally
eased a little.

“Alright... go on...”

He pushed further inside, fingers wrapping around Yuri's half erect cock,
stroking him deftly, until he managed to push all the way into him.

“Beka...” Yuri pushed himself up on one elbow, the other arm reaching out
again, pulling Otabek close enough for a kiss, lips nipping sharply at his,
tongues sliding against one another.

Slowly, carefully, Otabek pulled out a little and pushed back in, making Yuri
gasp into the kiss, breath hitching. He kept moving, slowly, while kissing
Yuri's mouth, chin, throat, anything he could reach, fingers clenched almost
painfully in his hair. He just had to get the right angle, and...

Yuri cried out, back arching, hips moving against Otabek.

“You feel so good, Yura...”

“Bekaah...”

They moved faster, Yuri clinging to him, groaning deeply every time Otabek
thrust into him. He felt hot breath against his ear, getting more audible with
every movement.

Yuri moved ever more desperately to meet Otabeks thrusts, crying out every time
he did, until the muscles around him contracted hard, and with a final cry that
was half sob Yuri spent himself between their bodies, pulling Otabek over the
edge as well. He collapsed on him and kissed over Yuri's face and neck even as
he slid from him.

“Yurochka...” He brushed sweaty strands of hair out of Yuri's face, watching
him closely.

“I'm fine. Idiot.” Yuri didn't even manage to muster the smallest amount of
vitriol, though, and just wrapped his arms around Otabek, pulling him into his
arms. “I'm feeling pretty good, actually,” he whispered into his ear. “Thank
you.”

“My pleasure.” Otabek grinned to himself, burying his face in Yuri's hair.

“I wanna be on top next time, though.”
"Anything you want."
 
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When Otabek woke up, he was alone. He frowned, immediately reaching for his
phone, smiling in relief at Yuri's messages.

Really had to leave, Yakov was bugging me. Didn't wanna wake u.
Took ur sweater - it smells like u.
Text me when u wake up.
Wanna go for a ride later? Any kind is fine.
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