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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Yuri_Plisetsky, Otabek_Altin
  Additional Tags:
      Wall_Sex, Shower_Sex, Blow_Jobs, Facials, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Oral
      Sex, Welcome_to_the_Madness
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-13 Words: 2195
****** You've Got Me Falling ******
by orangegreenlove
Summary
     Otabek finds Welcome to the Madness just as hot as everybody else,
     but unlike everybody else he can actually do something about it.
“Come back here and fuck me again,” Yuri demanded.
Otabek paused with his shirt in his hand. “I should-” he began, but Yuri leaned
back on his elbows and spread his legs in invitation. Eyes darkening with lust,
Otabek dropped his shirt on the floor and was back on the bed in a flash,
hovering over Yuri. Yuri reached up and dragged Otabek down into a kiss,
arching up to feel Otabek’s body against his. The kiss ended much sooner than
Yuri would have liked, but he was too busy moaning to complain because Otabek
was kissing and nibbling a trail over his jaw and down his throat, probably
leaving red marks in his wake, not that Yuri gave half a fuck for what anyone
else would think about this. Even horny as hell Otabek was a fast learner,
because his lips caressed each and every one of the sensitive spots he’d
discovered earlier.
Moving down, Otabek licked at Yuri’s left nipple and Yuri’s cheeks turned pink
at how loud the resulting moan was. Who could have guessed that his nipples
would be this sensitive? Cheeks bright pink, he covered his mouth with his palm
to muffle his noises at least a little. He didn’t however do anything to
discourage Otabek, who kept caressing, licking and pinching his nipples until
Yuri was nearly going out of his mind with lust. “Beka,” he whined, “just…”
Yuri pushed Otabek’s head down towards his dick, better able to show what he
wanted with actions than with words.
Otabek went down willingly, licking at Yuri’s dick while his fingers trailed
over Yuri’s inner thighs. Impatient, Yuri pointedly spread his legs wider - he
was still slick and stretched from the last two times Otabek had fucked him, so
it didn’t even matter that he had no idea where the tube of lube had ended up.
Otabek took the hint. He squeezed Yuri’s ass with both hands, then spread
Yuri’s cheeks apart. Moaning in anticipation, Yuri dug his fingers into the
sheets, holding on. Blowjobs were nice and all, but nothing, absolutely nothing
could compare to having something inside him. Just two of Otabek’s fingers
already felt amazing, sliding in and out of him slowly, caressing his inner
walls with every movement. Yuri moaned loudly, too turned on to be embarrassed
now. He raised his hips a bit more, trying to get Otabek to touch that place
that always made him see stars, but Otabek was a tease and avoided Yuri’s
prostate, caressing all around it, until Yuri lost his patience.
He wrapped his fingers around Otabek’s wrist and yanked Otabek’s fingers out of
him, then pulled Otabek up to kiss him again, biting down on Otabek’s bottom
lip in punishment, not that Otabek seemed to mind that if his groan was
anything to go by. If Otabek was determined to be a slow tease, Yuri would just
have to take matters into his own hands and ride his dick. He rolled them over,
planning to climb on top, but he’d misjudged the size of the hotel bed. As they
were falling, Otabek’s arms wrapped around Yuri, holding him close. Otabek
crashed into the floor with a grunt, but Yuri landed on top of him, cushioned
from the fall.
“Fuck, sorry,” Yuri apologized, touching his palm to Otabek’s cheek. “Are you
okay?”
Otabek shrugged. “I’ve had worse falls during training.”
“My hero.” Yuri grinned. He brushed his lips over Otabek’s. “Want me to ride
you on the floor?”
“Actually I’d like to-” Otabek started but seemed to reconsider mid-sentence.
“Never mind, that sounds nice.”
“Nice?” Yuri asked, eyebrows rising. “I want to ride your dick and all you can
think of is nice?” Leaning in for a closer look, Yuri asked, “Beka, are you
blushing?” There was a tiny strip of pink across Otabek’s nose, which Yuri
found surprisingly adorable.
“It’s nothing freaky, okay,” Otabek replied, not answering either question.
“I’ve just been fantasizing about doing you up against the wall, is all.”
A rush of heat went through Yuri at the words. “Fuck, yes,” he agreed. Sitting
up, he grinned down at Otabek. “But I’m totally gonna ride you later. Got it?”
Otabek grinned up at him. “Do you really think I’d say no to that?”
Laughing, Yuri got to his feet and offered Otabek a hand up. Otabek gracefully
accepted and as soon as he was on his feet, he backed Yuri up against the wall.
The wall was cool against Yuri’s back but Otabek’s body was warm and Otabek’s
touch sent heat racing through his veins, especially when Otabek shifted his
feet so his dick pressed hot and hard against Yuri’s hip. Yuri moaned against
Otabek’s lips, ready to lose himself in the kiss, perfectly happy to go along
with anything Otabek wanted right now.
“Hold on,” Otabek suggested, taking a hold of Yuri’s thighs.
Yuri wrapped his arms around Otabek’s shoulders, holding on as Otabek took a
deep breath and lifted him straight up. He wrapped his legs around Otabek’s
hips, eager and ready. It took a moment for Otabek to get things right, but
then Otabek’s dick slid into him and Yuri cursed at how incredible it felt.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK,” Yuri cursed, almost overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of
it.
Otabek stood frozen, not moving an inch, until Yuri yanked his hair and
demanded that Otabek fuck him now, right now. Snapping out of it, Otabek
obeyed, hips drawing back and slamming back in with more force than he’d
probably intended, but Yuri didn’t care one bit about careful or slow. Hard was
how he wanted it, and hard was what he got. Since Otabek’s face was pressed
against the side of his neck, Yuri could feel each and every one of Otabek’s
moans against his skin. He wasn’t sure why Otabek was muffling his noises, it
wasn’t like anyone else could hear them, so he vowed to make Otabek really loud
if he could.
The next thrust drove all thoughts from his mind. Clinging tight to Otabek’s
shoulders, all Yuri could do was moan and gasp as Otabek fucked him with short,
quick thrusts, Otabek’s dick rubbing right across his prostate on every single
thrust. He couldn’t even curse anymore, couldn’t do anything but hold on tight,
toes curling from the sheer intensity of it all. Otabek wasn’t in much better
shape, fingers digging deep into Yuri’s thighs as he thrust and groaned against
Yuri’s neck.
Even though he’d already come twice this evening, Yuri felt his orgasm approach
with unrelenting quickness. It was a struggle to get his limbs to work, but he
finally got his arm to move. He wrapped his fingers around his dick and stroked
quickly, without rhyme or reason - Otabek wasn’t sticking to any particular
rhythm anymore either, just thrusting randomly, desperately trying to last long
enough to get Yuri off.
It was only a couple more, rough thrusts before Yuri came, gasping out Otabek’s
name as his come splashed over his hand. Otabek followed right after, thrusting
in deep. Shivering, Otabek could barely stay on his feet, leaning heavily
against Yuri and the wall to keep his balance. Yuri clung tight, too shaky
himself to try and get back on his feet just yet. He petted Otabek’s hair
vaguely, waiting for Otabek to recover.
It was a few minutes before Otabek seemed confident that he could move without
dumping Yuri on his ass. He slowly set Yuri down, but didn’t let go. This kiss
was slower than any of their previous ones, almost sweet instead of the
desperate frenzy of their previous make-out sessions. When the kiss finally
broke, the strip of pink was back high on Otabek’s cheeks and across his nose.
Yuri grinned at the sight - this tiny blush was so freaking adorable.
Otabek moved around the room, picking up bits of clothes they’d scattered
across the floor in their urgency to get naked already. Yuri stretched, wincing
a little at the ache in his ass and the twinge in his thigh muscles. “Ugh, I
need a shower,” he grumbled. In his experience, a hot shower could cure most
aches. Halfway through the bathroom door, he stopped. “Do you need an
invitation?” he asked pointedly.
Otabek dropped his shirt again with a chuckle. “I guess I don’t,” he agreed,
following Yuri into the bathroom. The shower was spacious, more than big enough
for both of them, but that didn’t stop Yuri from pressing up against Otabek
unashamedly. Before he could ask Otabek to wash his back, Otabek had already
pulled him into his arms. Humming happily, Yuri rose on his tiptoes to kiss
Otabek, not at all worried about slipping on the wet shower floor - skating and
ballet had given him balance more than good enough to deal with some soapy
floor.
Yuri let his hands wander while they kissed, exploring Otabek’s muscular
shoulders. Otabek’s hands weren’t idle either, running up and down his back.
Humming happily, Yuri relaxed, letting the hot water and Otabek’s caresses
drive away the aches of a long competition weekend and wild sex. “Hey,” he
murmured against Otabek’s lips.
“Hey,” Otabek replied, pressing a kiss to the corner of Yuri’s mouth. “Let me
wash your back.”
“Sure.” Yuri turned around, relaxing into the soap-slick touch. As expected,
getting his back washed was almost like getting a massage, gentle hands
caressing his skin. The sudden touch of Otabek’s teeth on his shoulder wasn’t
exactly unexpected either and Yuri hummed his approval. Slowly, Otabek kissed
his way down Yuri’s spine, lips brushing across the bumps of his spine in a
steady trail. Once Otabek was on his knees, Yuri turned around. The sight of
Otabek on his knees made his breath catch in his throat. “Fuck, Beka,” Yuri
cursed, reaching for Otabek’s face with suddenly shaky fingers. Otabek tilted
his head into the touch, cheek rubbing against Yuri’s palm.
The sight of Otabek on his knees caused a sudden rush of arousal in Yuri, which
Otabek was in the perfect position to notice. The corners of Otabek’s mouth
turned up at the sight of Yuri’s dick rising to attention right before his
eyes. Yuri blushed, but Otabek didn’t leave him any time to be embarrassed.
Otabek wrapped his fingers around Yuri’s dick and stroked him, looking up at
Yuri to make sure he had all of his attention before he licked a stripe up the
underside of Yuri’s erection.
Otabek proceeded to drive Yuri slowly crazy with his teasing by trailing his
tongue around the head of Yuri’s dick in circles, dipping into the slit every
once in a while. No amount of tugging on Otabek’s hair could make him go
faster, and Yuri wasn’t quite desperate enough to beg just yet, even when
Otabek stepped up his game and sucked on Yuri’s balls. “Beka, you tease,” he
finally grumbled.
Otabek grinned. “All you had to do was ask.” Otabek took the head of Yuri’s
dick in his mouth, then more and more, not stopping until his nose brushed
against Yuri’s stomach.
“Fuck,” Yuri cursed, “fuck, fuck fucking FUCK!”
Apparently amused at Yuri’s not exactly creative cursing, Otabek bobbed his
head, moving back until only about half of Yuri’s dick remained in his mouth,
then took it all in again. Yuri was glad for the support of the wall against
his back, his legs suddenly shaky. Colour rose to his cheeks because Otabek
kept looking up at him, watching the whole time.
Otabek dropped a hand between his legs and stroked himself while he blew Yuri,
at the same pace even, and something about how much Otabek was into it just
completely undid Yuri. He tried to distract himself, focusing on the spray of
the shower, the cold tiles against his back, but nothing he did could hold his
orgasm at bay even a minute longer. “Gonna,” he warned.
Drawing back, Otabek let Yuri’s dick slip out of his mouth with a plop. Instead
he wrapped his free hand around Yuri’s dick and stroked, jerking both of them
off at the same time. Yuri came with a gasp, his come splashing right on
Otabek’s upturned face, covering his lips and cheeks, and Otabek followed right
after, as if that was exactly what he’d been waiting for. Yuri stared, suddenly
sure he’d be jerking off to this image for years after - Otabek on his knees,
covered in Yuri’s semen, a blissful expression on his face as he came and came.
Yuri’s shaking legs gave out under him and he dropped to his knees. With
shaking hands, he reached for Otabek and pulled him into a kiss, breathless and
messy. He didn’t at all care that some of his own come got smeared on his face
in the process. Otabek was just as shaky, clutching at Yuri like a lifeline.
“Nothing freaky, huh?” Yuri teased when he finally regained control over
himself.
That adorable tiny blush reappeared across Otabek’s nose. “Maybe I have one or
two freaky ideas,” Otabek admitted, “I’ve been thinking about it for a while.”
“Good.” Yuri kissed him again soundly. “I want to try every single one of your
secret fantasies.”
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