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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Katsuki_Yuuri/Yuri_Plisetsky, Otabek_Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky, Jean-Jacques
      Leroy/Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov, Otabek_Altin/Jean-
      Jacques_Leroy/Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Katsuki_Yuuri, Yuri_Plisetsky, Otabek_Altin, Jean-Jacques_Leroy, Victor
      Nikiforov
  Additional Tags:
      kissing_drabbles, tumblr_requests, it’s_got_yoi_characters_kissing_y’all,
      Threeways, Oral_Sex, Locker_Room_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-07 Updated: 2017-12-15 Chapters: 9/? Words: 4350
****** kiss on my list: Yuri on Ice kissing prompts ******
by Blownwish
Summary
     Tumblr kiss prompts with a fleet of ships (but mostly involving Yuri
     P, and/or JJ, and/or Otabek, sometimes all three.) They told me who
     and what to write and I really tried.
***** Yuuri/Yuri P: slick *****
Chapter Summary
     Phayte wanted Yuuri and Yuri to kiss for a long time. Ah, well, ymmv.
He kissed Yuuri under the Kei’s Noodle awning as the wind and rain whipped
around them. They were both sloppy drunk. He bunched Yuuri’s cotton button down
like he was crumpling paper as he crashed into Yuuri, hard. As he slammed him
against wet wood and the closed stand rattled like a ghost as Yuuri tried to
pull away. As Yuuri tried to get away. As Yuuri tried to leave.
No, he couldn’t leave. Yuri would blame it on the sake tomorrow, but tonight
Viktor was gone and tonight the years spent desperately wanting were melting
away, and tonight Yuri was done with operating under rules that worked against
him. No - Yuri kept him close. He held on to Yuri tight. And bit that savory
sweet lower lip. “Let me.” He was not begging as he stared into Yuuri’s eyes.
No. He was never going to beg for fucking Katsudon. But God, he tasted so good.
“Please, I need - “
Yuri wasn’t expecting him to press his mouth against his. And then slide his
sake-flavored tongue over his. And then his hands — his hands slid up and they
dipped Yuri’s face and, fuck. Oh, fuck. Somehow it was raining on them. Yuuri’s
lips were wet and his hair was wet and he was slipping and pushing Yuri against
the slats and he never broke the kiss. He kept his mouth over Yuri’s as if he
had wanted this for so long, too. As if he had been dreaming of this moment for
years. But that couldn’t have been true. No, it couldn’t have been, but — oh.
He pulled Yuri’s hair tie away and he described heaven with his tongue and he
brought heaven with his body heat pressing through all the cold and wet.
Yuri’s head was has was spinning. It might’ve been the sake. It might’ve been
Yuuri. Or he might’ve been in the middle of a fever dream. It didn’t matter
when Yuuri was back to nipping his lower lip. When Yuuri looked into his eyes
with lust as wet as the single drop of water that fell on his cheek. Yuri’s
knees buckled. Yuuri's arms held him up. Yuri’s hands scrambled. Yuuri huffed
against his mouth. Yuri let out a whimper, or maybe a curse, as Yuuri’s grip
slipped, but only for a second, before he thrust his tongue back, deep inside
Yuri’s mouth.
***** Otabek/Yuri P: feed me with your kiss *****
Chapter Summary
     Anon asked for passionate Otayuri kissing. I’m so sorry.
Nobody holds Otabek like Yuri. His arms are like a vice. Nobody touches Otabek
like Yuri. His nails take over Otabek’s arms and through his hair, running
through it until it’s a riot by the time Otabek’s able to come up for air. And
nobody kisses like Yuri. He pushes through Otabek’s lips and devours him. There
is nobody like Yuri — his Yuri.
“So good.” Yuri licks his jaw. “God, you feel amazing.” Otabek didn’t shave
this morning. He asked Otabek not to. Whatever Yuri wants, Otabek gives. “Grab
me by the hair.” Anything he wants. Yuri closes his eyes and hisses. He has all
that sweet, silky-soft hair in his fist. Milky skin to drink in as his mouth
skims Yuri’s neck. And he waits. “Bite.” Anything. Otabek sinks his teeth in
and Yuri shivers. Yes, everything Otabek is can be spread out like a feast, and
it is all for the asking.
He’s pressing Otabek’s head down and he’s moaning and he’s cursing and wiggling
and Yuri puts Otabek’s hands Yuri’s ass and straddles Otabek’s knee as he leans
back against the wall and he’s pulling Otabek off and staring into his eyes,
gasping like he’s run an mile and his tongue - Yuri licks his lips.
Otabek nearly goes back to his mouth, presses his forehead against his and
tries so hard to breath, to think, to slow the fuck down; because all he wants
to hear is all the ways Yuri wants him. He squeezes Yuri’s ass. He pushes his
knee up as Yuri ruts against him. And Yuri pulls him back down, down, down.
Mouths collide and time folds in on itself as Otabek shakes and aches and
needs.
There is no slowing down. They are racing toward a fire. Otabek feeds Yuri what
feels like the last kiss on planet Earth, and Yuri growls for more.
God, there is no one like Yuri Plisetsky.
***** JJ/Yuri P: house of cards *****
Chapter Summary
     Anon wanted Pliroy kissing up against a wall. I feel bad about that.
His life is a house of cards Yuri Plisetsky swipes away as he stands in front
of JJ. As he challenges JJ, he’s always challenging JJ, with a smile. As he
wears not one stitch of clothing. “Got a problem, asshole?”
Yes, he has a problem. He’s alone in a locker room with the factor he never saw
coming. The dirty dream. The secret need that claws at him. JJ tried to keep it
folded up and locked away, and oh, he wants to pretend it isn’t there. He wants
to.
“Well?”
He can’t.
He’s been teased one time too many by that sweet, tight body and that
rebellious glare smashing through the lie that is JJ’s life, just daring JJ to
just try and control him. Oh, he has no idea what he’s inviting.
Yuri isn’t the only one who can bring down a house of cards. JJ watches Yuri’s
smile fade as he stands up. As his pulls off his shirt. As he touches the skin
Yuri stares as like a hungry cat waiting to pounce. “Problem?” JJ rubs his own
nipple and Yuri licks his lips. “I’ll show you a problem.”
Yuri isn’t the only one who can bring down a house of cards. JJ backs him up
against the hard, cold red tiles. Smiles down at those beautifully shocked blue
green eyes. And bends his head. Hovers over his lips. Says, “God forgive me.”
And takes. Takes Yuri’s hands and pins them over his head. Takes Yuri’s chin
and holds him in place. Takes Yuri’s mouth and tastes cherries and sugar and
sex and everything he shouldn’t, shouldn’t have.
Yuri isn’t the only one who can bring down a house of cards. JJ doesn’t know if
Yuri belongs to Otabek or Nikiforov. He’s not sure he ever belonged to
Isabella. He reaches down, as their tongues slide against each other, and
touches him. Right now, Yuri’s house of cards is going to come down with his.
Right now, Yuri belongs to JJ.
And he’s going to show him.
***** Viktor/Yuuri: silent snow *****
Chapter Summary
     Anon asked for Vituuri. Oh my god I don’t think I’ve ever written
     this pairing before and I got no idea what I’m doing.
This is the first time they kissed without an audience. There is only silent
snow and the moon under a lonely cloud and nothing else, nothing but Viktor
looking at him like he wants to see something, so, so badly. Yuuri thought he
knew what it was. He’s not so sure about anything, except that Viktor just
kissed him. “Why?”
“Why didn’t you stop me?” Viktor smiles and Viktor flicks his hair back and -
he’s already camera-ready Viktor again.
Their breath combines into a soft cloud filling the space between them. “I
wanted to.” The words become part of the cloud.
“I wanted to, too.” He’s not flashing that smile anymore. He’s not camera
ready. He’s just looking back at Yuuri. Looking and showing him the same fear
that’s churned in Yuuri since the beginning of time. “Was it so bad?”
Yuuri’s whisper seems so loud in the silence. “No.”
“Would you -“ Viktor’s lips tremble. Just a little. And it’s so much — so much
—
The moon comes out from behind the cloud and Yuuri reaches out and Yuuri pulls
him close and his heart is about to explode and Viktor is just tolerating his
skater, just encouraging him the only way he thinks Yuuri wants him to but
Yuuri has to, just this once —
Yuuri presses his mouth against Viktor’s. And somehow he’s being hauled up
against him, and his gloves are in his hair and his mouth, his lips, his
tongue, his soft, soft sigh as Yuuri opens his mouth and lets him in.
Viktor is sweet wine and impatience. He’s demanding, angling his head and
sliding his tongue against his, wanting more, more. And he’s shaking, like he’s
- oh.
Yuuri opens his eyes. “Viktor?”
“I waited so long, Yuuri.”
***** Otabek/JJ/YuriP: trainwreck *****
Chapter Summary
     Rodinia asked for an otapliroy kiss in moonlight. Well, the moon is
     out and they’re kissing. The rest is unfortunate. I’m so sorry.
Otabek can’t see much in the moonlight, but he knows he’s watching a train
wreck when JJ and Yuri kiss. Yuri stumbles back against the wall and all Otabek
can see is Yuri fisting JJ’s T-shirt and JJ pushing his knee between Yuri’s
legs. He’s going to move before things escalate too quickly, which they always
do when these two are left to their own devices.

First he presses a kiss against JJ’s shoulder. His neck. His Ear. Otabek bites
his ear, then turns JJ’s chin so he can brush his lips against his. “Slow
down,” he whispers against JJ’s lips. Then he kisses Yuri’s mouth gently, pulls
away when Yuri tries to push his tongue into Otabek’s mouth. “You, too.” He
rubs their shoulders. Looks into the shadows on their faces and knows they’re
probably both scheming up some way to get off right here, instead of just
waiting and walking back to the apartment. He’s about to tell them they need to
get going, to get the hell out of the park.

But they have other ideas. They always have other ideas.

Yuri wraps himself around Otabek, ruts against his hip, and JJ tips Otabek’s
face up to kiss him. The moon is full and its light plays tricks, but Otabek
knows JJ is smiling. “No way, Beks.” Yuri and JJ hardly ever get along but they
are an unholy alliance when it comes to tormenting Otabek. They both chuckle as
JJ licks at Otabek’s lips as Yuri grinds against him and JJ reaches down and
touches Otabek, cupping him, molding him.

This is a disaster. They are a disaster. But Otabek doesn’t know how to say no
when JJ is pushing his tongue through his lips and Yuri is trying to bite
through his skin as his hand goes under Otabek’s shirt and rubs against his
nipple. He’s never been able to say no to either of them. All he’s been able to
do is try to manage it, control it.
And he does.
He pushes them both up against the wall as he takes control of JJ’s kiss,
grabbing his hair and pushing against his tongue and grabbing him by the balls.
“Slow, Jean.” And he pulls Yuri off his neck. Away from his side and sushes his
curse with a soft brush of the lips against his ear. “It’s okay, Yura.”

He kisses Yuri’s cheek. JJ’s cheek. They need to go back to the apartment.
Anything goes once the door’s closed and they might as well go back there. He’s
going to say this, soon. Very soon.
But they’re both kissing his cheeks now. And their mouths are getting closer to
his. Otabek gasps and JJ’s tongue touches his. Then Yuri’s. Then both tongues
slide against his, and each other, and his, all at once, and somehow he’s
touching them both, and they’re touching each other. Hands rub and breath
mingles and Otabek gets hard, so hard, and walking is the last thing on his
mind as someone pulls down his zipper. Probably JJ.

This is a god damn train wreck.
***** JJ/Yuri P: he must be out of his mind *****
Chapter Summary
     Ashiiblack wanted awkward teenage crush kissing. Check on awkward
     crush, check on teenage (Yuri), and check on kissing. The rest is a
     dumpster fire.
Jean-Jacques Leroy is sex on legs and Yuri Plisetsky is losing his mind. He’s
tried telling him to fuck off. He’s told him to kill himself. He’s flipped JJ
the bird as they pass each other and that asshole gives him another one of
those fucking wolf whistles. Why, out of all people, does his dick have to get
hard over an egotistical asshole... with a ridiculously mouthwatering body.
“Well hello, Plisetsky. Fancy meeting you here.”
God fucking damn it!
He’s hot, okay? He’s got fucking perfect definition; tall, tone, muscles Yuri
wants to sink his teeth into. His face isn’t that bad when he’s not smirking or
smiling like some psychotic. Yuri feels his face get redder when that same
smile is beamed his way. “What the hell are you doing here?” Yuri thought he
found the perfect hidey-hole in Chris’ kitchenette.
“Same as you. Got an invitation. Brought my antlers.” He points at his head
and, yes, he’s actually wearing them and Yuri hates life now, because he’s
imagining this asshole wearing those things while JJ fucks him doggie style.
With slay bells.
Oh, god! Could JJ actually tell Yuri was getting hard in his leggings? He’s got
to go.
“Hey,” JJ grabs his arm and Yuri thinks he’s going to explode because he’s
touching him, and he likes that way, way too much. He needs a shrink or
something. “Is that mistletoe?”
Oh no! (Yes, please!) No, no, no, no, no!
Yuri’s skin feels so hot he thinks it’s going to melt off as JJ leans in and JJ
tips his chin up and JJ smiles. “Would you kiss me under the mistletoe, Yuri
Plisetsky?”
He’s going to say no. He wants to. He is. But, fuck, the assholes got the most
amazing grey eyes Yuri could get lost in for a few decades. Yeah, they’re
amazing. Grey but warm. “Yeah.”
JJ nods. “Yeah?” He gets closer. His eyes narrow and suddenly Yuri feels
himself being backed up against the counter. He tries to play cool, to place
his hands on the granite and act like he deals with beautiful dickheads
offering him kisses every day. JJ’s thumb rubs Yuri’s jaw. “You know what?”
His lips are just a breath away. He bumps his nose, gently against Yuri’s, and
- oh god! - Yuri is this close to straddling that thick, firm thigh and just
grinding on him. “What?” He’s having trouble breathing. He’s having trouble
thinking. All he can focus on is —
“Chris didn’t put any mistletoe up in here.”
Wait. “What!” Yuri feels like his head is going to explode when JJ starts
chuckling. He balls his fists and imagines kissing JJ’s fucking smug face with
one of them. And he’s about to when —
Maybe Yuri’s he’s did explode because JJ’s mouth is moving against his and his
lips are so warm and so firm and JJ’s hands cup his cheeks and JJ’s hands slide
down his neck and down his hands and - oh, fuck! - it’s making Yuri tingle. He
gasps when JJ covers his hands with his and moans when JJ puts Yuri’s hands on
JJ’s body. On his chest. Oh, fuck! He feels so firm, so warm and so good. Yuri
gasps and JJ’s tongue touches his.
Oh, Jesus Christ. Yuri’s not right in the head. The world’s biggest douche is
this close to making him come in his pants, and he’s fucking thrilled as hell
when JJ reaches down and cups his ass.
Merry fucking Christmas.
***** JJ/Yuri P: distract me *****
Chapter Summary
     icy-cold-moon-princess asked me to write a kiss involving touching on
     the back while kissing to the point that the other gasps. The set up
     is totally my fault.
The sun is drowning in the ocean and JJ is sky high as he sits on the deck and
goes through guitar chords. “This is C.” He smiles as a hand slides over his
chest. “You wanna try?”
Yuri props his head on JJ’s shoulder. “No way. Just play something.”
“You’re so spoiled.” JJ strums again. “That’s B.” He kicks soft, drying sand
with his toes as the sun takes his last dying breath. He can already see a
star. Maybe it’s a planet. “If you know more about music, you know more about
skating.”
Yuri’s mouth is warm and his breath is warmer over the skin of JJ’s neck. “Why
do skaters have to get so philosophical? Just skate. Everything else is
distraction.”
Maybe Venus is up there? Palm trees rustle as the wind picks up. “Careful kitty
cat. You just used your claws.”
Yuri nips at his neck. He whispers: “Distract me.”
“Isn’t it the other way around?” JJ turns and smiles. “I’m trying to broaden
your horizons and here you are,” He reaches around and smacks Yuri’s ass,
“teasing me.”
Yuri smiles the kind of smile little kids make when they’re imitating the
Grinch. He slides between JJ and his acoustic guitar, plucks it away from JJ’s
hands and wiggles his way up, up, up his thighs. And he’s just a breath away
from JJ, almost pressing against him, and warm, so warm, as he sets those
bluegrean eyes on him and his mouth is almost kissing him. “You distracted yet,
Leroy?”
“I can multitask.” He struck the worst attempt at a chord in history.
Yuri’s breath tastes like Twizzlers. “So pitifuh-“
JJ pushes Yuri toward him with the back of his guitar and brushes his mouth
against those sweet, candy lips as he strikes a C chord. Yuri growls as he
scrambles up and he wiggles and bumps against JJ. And he anchors his hands on
JJ’s lower back and he scratches at his shirt. JJ chuckles and he hits C again.
“Told you.”
Yuri moans as he rocks his ass over JJ’s crotch. Their nylon trunks rustle and
the wind blows through their hair and Yuri is staring in his eyes, not
challenging him. No — Yuri’s begging him. “Touch me, Jeh Jeh.” God sent Yuri
Plisetsky down to earth to torture humanity.
“Nice try.” JJ smirks. “You’re doing just fine on your own, kitty cat.” He
brushes another kiss against Yuri’s lips. And another, just to shut him up for
a minute. This is the best way to enjoy the taste of Twizzlers.
Yuri hums as his fingers slip under the back of JJ’s shirt. JJ angles his head
and chases that sound and then the lightest touch - over his tattoo - traces
circles over his skin. Soft as angel’s breath, drawing the breath out of JJ. He
pulls back for air, gasps, and he thrusts up and has to press Yuri down against
him and keep him there.
Yuri bites JJ’s lip. “You dropped your guitar in the sand.”
Oh. “You are going to pay for that.” Dearly. JJ hates losing.
“Distracted!” Yuri shrieks as JJ starts tickling him. “Oh my god! Just admit
it! Just - ah! - You big - ahaha! - arrogant - ahahaha! Stop! Stop!” His hair
whips in the wind as he throws his head back and JJ thinks he can spend the
rest of his life seeing Yuri like this.
He pulls Yuri back to him. “Distract me.”
***** Otabek/Yuri P: I know what you’re doing *****
Chapter Summary
     mafalopez on Tumblr wanted an Otayuri kiss where they break so
     someone can speak. They also mentioned something about liking
     obsessed Otabek. I tried.
Otabek comes in the moment Yuri answers the door. All he can see is his Yura in
nothing but a towel. “You okay?”
All that gets Otabek is an eyeroll. “No. I drowned in the shower. What’s going
on?”
“You want to go out for some tea?” He wants to ask him why he showered. He
wants to know if he’s alone tonight.
Yuri smiles as he turns around and drops the towel. As he bends over the open
suitcase pried open on the bed and scratches that tight, round ass as he hums.
Where did he learn to do that? How many times has he done that? Who else has he
done this for?
Otabek shouldn’t come here. He knows better than to stare at a naked boy, even
if he’s making a show of sliding those microscopic briefs up his thigh in slow
motion as he points his toe in the air. “Do you know any good places for tea
around here?”
He steps forward as Yuri snaps the elastic over his hips and turns around.
Yuri’s lips are soft and pink and open as he gasps. Otabek can’t stop staring
at those lips. “I was just going to ask at the desk.” Lips he’s kissed twice,
and he knows they are as soft as they look. Yuri licks them and - god, he is
such a tease! - Otabek takes another step forward.
Yuri looks up at him with those big blue green eyes and Otabek is almost fooled
by the shock on his face. Almost. Otabek tips his chin up and Otabek leans down
and Otabek angles his mouth so close to Yuri’s. He just a breath away. He
smiles as Yuri shuts his eyes. Otabek can feel him tremble. Good. Yuri asks,
“Maybe they have a Starbucks?” His lips touch Otabek’s when they move. He knows
what he’s doing to Otabek.
He knew, when he saw Otabek at the hotel and jumped in his arms, wrapping his
arms and legs around him, pressing his body up against him. And he kept
latching on to Otabek, whenever he could during the competition, pressing his
body against Otabek’s in what seemed like friendly hugs designed to drive a man
out of his mind.
And now? Otabek was seriously considering breaking a few American laws as his
fingertips barely touched Yuri’s delicate collarbones and their lips gently
slid against each other and Yuri let out a soft little sound. Yes, he could
have Yuri Plisetsky right here. On that bed. He could rip off that towel and
show him what a sick fuck he’s made Otabek. And he would let him. Otabek can
tell in the way Yuri’s pressed  his naked body against his leather jacket. The
way Yuri presses his lips back against his, eagerly, quickly, like he’s hungry
for more.
But not yet.
Otabek breaks the kiss. “Not Starbucks.” His lips touch Yuri’s when he says
this. Yuri’s hand is in his hair. And on his back. His lower back. If it goes
any lower — Yuri knows what will happen if it goes any lower.
“Then where?” Yuri’s hand goes down and Otabek slips his tongue inside Yuri’s
mouth for the first time and makes Yuri his.
***** JJ/Otabek/YuriP: football fan *****
Chapter Summary
     Annabeth wanted otapliroy kissing against a locker. She got more than
     that.
     (Sort of set in Cities in Dust, my otapliroy 80s hs au. Imagine what
     Yuri’s sexual fantasies were, back before he personally knew either
     JJ or Otabek.)
“Well, well. What have we here?” JJ Leroy smiles as Yuri Plisetsky opens the
bathroom stall. “Hey, Altin. Come look at this.” JJ is looking down. At Yuri’s
pants. “Looks like we got a football fan, over here.” He can see Yuri’s got a
hard on.
Shit.
“Let me go.” Yuri’s bright red and he feels like he’s going to die from
embarrassment when another football player, the other one with that fucking
sexy undercut, appears. He’s not wearing a shirt, either. Yuri looks away. “I
just needed to use the toilet.”
“Yeah.” JJ reaches down. Reaches down and snaps the elastic on Yuri’s leggings.
“I can see that. “Needed to use it in here so you could jerk off to the
football team?”
They pull him out of the stall. They each slam him up against the lockers and
Yuri moans because JJ’s right. Yuri moans because he really was jerking off to
the varsity football team. Yuri looks at them both, JJ Leroy and Otabek Altin,
the most popular guys in Lee High School, and he moans as they pull his torn
blouse up and pull his tight pants down, because he can’t believe this is
really happening. JJ pinches his nipple and Otabek reaches around to smack his
ass. They smile at each other and laugh. Then look at Yuri and laugh. Yuri
shivers as they close in on him. Their breath is hot. His skin is wet with
sweat and fear. Their mouths close in on his neck, his shoulders. Their hands
reach down and Yuri doesn’t know who’s touching his balls, who’s touching his
ass, or which knee is going between his.
They push him down. “So pretty.” JJ rubs his lower lip with his finger. Then
his dick, and Yuri gasps when he’s presented with not one, but two huge, hard
cocks pulled out of their jock straps.

“You going to suck us off or what?” asks Otabek. His eyes are trained on him
like a hawk as Yuri nods.
Hands comb through his hair. “Let’s take turns, Beks.” He’s never sucked anyone
off before. He’s never even kissed anyone before. And now? Now JJ Leroy, school
quarterback, his smacking his face with his dick. “Open that pretty mouth, baby
boy.” He does, and - ”Yeah!”
He looks up and he sees Otabek and JJ kissing, as JJ tugs at Otabek’s dick. As
JJ pushes Yuri’s head down and gags him once - just once - then thrusts with
little circular motions as another hand, Otabek’s pulls Yuri off.
“What’s your name? Plisetsky, right?”
Yuri stares up into his dark brown eyes. “Yeah.”
“Suck it, Plisetsky.” He pushes his dick on Yuri’s lips. “Suck, don’t just make
me fuck your face like you did this loser.”
JJ pushes Yuri’s head down until Otabek’s dick is halfway in. “Fuck you, Altin.
Bet you come before me.”
Someone puts Yuri’s hand on JJ’s cock. “Watch. Let’s see who comes first.”
Yuri gorges himself on cock, moving from one to the other, sucking and gagging
and looking up to hum as they comb through his hair and thrust into his mouth
and his hands. And he’s so hard. So achingly hard and he thinks he’s going to
come any second as he watches Otabek and JJ kiss each other over and over.
God, he’s in fucking heaven. Or he’s just having an intense wet dream. But no
dream felt anything like the moment when Otabek grabbed the back of his head
and shot off deep down his throat. No dream ever came close to JJ bending him
over the bench, spitting into the crack of Yuri’s ass, and JJ pressing his dick
between Yuri’s ass cheeks while he reaches around and touches Yuri. Right
there. “Pretty, pretty Plisetsky. So fucking pretty.” JJ smacks his ass while
Otabek leans against the sinks, watching them. “You like our team, a lot, huh?”
“Yeah!”
“Say, go Lee Rebels!” He smacks his ass again as Otabek comes around in front
of Yuri with another hard on.
“Go, Lee Rebels!” Oh, god! He’s so fucking close!
Otabek cups his chin and gives Yuri his first kiss, and JJ hollers - Yeah! -as
he comes all over Yuri’s back. He laughs as he smears it all over his skin,
like a brand, then smacks his ass one more time.
Yuri whimpers as JJ and Otabek kiss his shoulders and neck and finally their
mouths crash into each other’s. JJ tips Yuri’s head toward him and he reaches
around one more time and everything almost goes black and Yuri almost slides to
the floor and Yuri wails as he comes.
“Don’t punk out on us yet, baby boy.” JJ nips at his ear. “That was just the
warm up.”
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