yurionicekink | Prompt Post 1

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_{Names:
-Yuuri Katsuki
-Victor Nikiforov
-Yuri Plisetsky
-Seung Gil Lee
-Emil Nekola
-Otabek Altin
-Georgi Popovich
-Cristophe Giacometti
-Guang-Hong Il
-Jean-Jacques Leroy
-Phichit Chulanont
-Michele Crispino
-Kenjiro Minami
-Leo De La Iglesia

-Toshiya Katsuki, Hiroko Katsuki, Mari Katsuki
-Takeshi Nishigori, Yuko Nishigori, Axel / Lutz / Loop Nishigori
-Minako
-Hisashi Morooka
-Yakov Feltsman
-Celestino Cialdini
-Mira Babicheva
-Lilia Baranovskaya
-Sara Crispino
-Kolya Plisetsky}

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But it's not Yakov. Whoever it is enters a different stall to take care of their own business. Suddenly, the whole situation seems ridiculous, or maybe it's just that it's so awkward he can't help but burst into giggles, and he bites Victor's t-shirt to smother the laughter before it gives them away. Victor just drops his head to Chris's shoulder and breathes out, slow.

The urge to laugh finally fades as the stranger takes their time washing their hands very, very, very thoroughly – are you doing surgery, who needs to wash their hands for that long Chris thinks at him, trembling a little. Finally, the man leaves, and Chris doesn't even hear the door shut before he's rolling his hips and opening his mouth up to Victor's for a deep, messy kiss.

Victor touches his chest again, light at first and then more firmly, pushes them closer together. Chris can't keep his eyes open, shuts them and shudders as he pushes back. Teeth catch on his lip for a moment – his or Victor's, he can't quite tell – but he doesn't care, distracted with the wonderful pressure on his dick, with the movement of Victor's warm fingers down his front.

It's too much, all of a sudden. Chris can't get enough air. He turns his head to the side, grasps Victor's shirt as hard as he can. Fingers brush against his stomach. Victor murmurs his name. It's too much, or just enough, and Chris shudders as he comes, everything going blank with pleasure.

He can feel himself slumping against the door as it starts to fade, all of the tension he hadn't noticed suddenly gone from his muscles. When he finally opens his eyes, Victor is studying him from so close that Chris can't actually bring him all the way into focus. "Victor," he pants, wanting to reach for him, but oh, he's still holding on to him, isn't he. In fact, his fingers are screaming with pain from being curled so hard into his shirt. He forces them straight again and brings them up to fan across Victor's jaw.

"So that's what it looks like," Victor mutters. "Did it feel good?"

Chris doesn't know if English even has a word to express how good it felt. He nods, instead, touches their lips together for a moment. He isn't sure he can say anything quite yet.

Victor follows him when he tries to pull away, though, presses kisses to his mouth, his cheeks. He's flushed so hard his entire face is gone pink, hot under Chris's hands. "Touch me," he demands, a bit too harshly, but Chris can still feel him against his hip, and, well, fair enough. He digs his fingers into Victor's hair and drags him off, takes a moment to breathe some more.

Then he turns them around, shoves Victor into the door. Victor gives him a pleading look through the strands that have fallen over his face, so Chris doesn't waste much time in kissing him, one hand still tangled in his hair as the other slides down his chest, down his stomach, down into the waistband of Victor's pants.

It can't be that different from doing this to himself, he thinks, as his fingertips first brush against Victor's dick. Victor jumps a little at that, then digs his fingernails into his back as Chris pulls him out. (His own pants are getting kind of uncomfortable, now, but he can deal with that later.)

He's curious what it looks like, but he doesn't get more than a glance before Victor's pulled them so closely together he really can't see. "Chris," he moans, his voice gone high, and it goes even higher when Chris tries stroking him. The look on his face – the way his eyelids flutter and mouth shifts – is fascinating to watch as Chris moves his hand once more.

Victor tilts his head back into the door, then leans forward again, probably going for another kiss – then makes a whine that is decidedly not happy and spits out a few vile words, half French and half Russian, as he jerks back. "What?" Chris drops his hand immediately, afraid for a moment he's hurt him.

"No, not you, it's –" Victor doesn't say what, just turns his head slowly and slides his fingers along one lock of hair, wincing as he does so. Chris squints and spots what he thinks is the problem before Victor does: a strand or two is caught in the hinges of the door. He carefully separates them out, making sure not to pull on them even more.

"Better?"

Victor nods. "Strange," he says, rubbing at his scalp and laughing. "It feels good when you pull on all of it, but if it's just one or two it hurts like hell."

Leaning up on tip-toe, Chris can just barely reach his lips to the area Victor is rubbing at. "There," he says. Victor smiles at him, then kisses him, then closes his eyes and gasps his name for him when Chris touches his cock.

He strokes a few times, tries to gauge Victor's reactions, but it's all pushing into his hand and grabbing ever harder at his back, and it's really not that long before Victor whines his name one last time and pushes his head into Chris's shoulder and comes over his hand.

Chris runs his free hand over Victor's hair until he straightens up and smiles at him. He smiles back, though the lines Victor dug into his back kind of hurt, and his lips are definitely a bit tender from all of the kissing, and he has no idea what he should do with his hand. Victor, thankfully, helps with the last one – he lifts Chris's hand and dips his head and licks everything off. Chris can feel himself blush at the sight, at the feeling of Victor's tongue running along every finger, and he's starting to get hard again.

When he's done, Victor drapes his arms around his neck and they just lean into each other for a few minutes. It's not exactly great as far as cuddling goes, but it's okay considering where they are. "That was really good," he hears himself say.

Victor hums in agreement, then says, "You're really warm."

He's starting to feel cold, actually, now that they're just standing here. He tries to pull away and gives up the first time when Victor refuses to let him go. He rests his head against Victor's neck and enjoys that for a few more minutes, until the goosebumps along his arms get to be too much. "It's cold in here," he whines when Victor's grip tightens further. "Let me get my shirt on, at least."

"Fine, fine," Victor grumbles. He still lets go slowly, reluctantly, presses another kiss to Chris's sore lips before releasing him.

Chris finds his shirt and pulls it on, turns to see Victor watching him. "Here," he says, pulling Victor's jacket down, and he helps him into it, smooths it down his waist as Victor zips it up, then gets his own.

They spend a couple of more minutes cleaning up and making themselves presentable. Victor still seems hesitant to leave; Chris practically has to drag him out of the stall by the hand. They pause in front of the sinks to check their reflections in the mirror. They look... probably a lot like they've been making out for the last however-long-it's-been, Chris thinks, but that could just be his imagination, and there isn't much to do for it besides.

Victor sighs. "Time to face Yakov," he says. He puts on a smile, saying in a lighter voice, "Well, maybe he won't be too mad." At this point, Chris imagines his coach is probably more worried than angry about whatever it is that Victor says he did.

"Hey." When Victor looks at him, Chris gives him a final, quick kiss, which seems to cheer him up, as he more willingly comes with him out of the bathroom.

"I'll see you on the ice," Victor says, before he leaves with a wave.

On the ice. Yes. And hopefully after. Chris touches his lips absently as Victor disappears, and only then does he remember the faint pressure on his wrist. He slides the hem of his jacket and shirt up to check and, ah, yes, he's accidentally stolen Victor's hair tie.

*heart eyes* Somehow, all the little problems they encounter, the realism, it makes everything so much hotter than it otherwise would be. It feels very authentic. Love it!!

Thank you! Writing all of their problems was a lot of fun.

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I love this! I'm so happy to see it updated. And their first times! Victor, "so that's what it looks like", oh my god. Oh my GOD. I'm so in love with these two.

<3 Thanks, nonny.

They're adorable and I second the previous comment that the little details add so much realism.

It hurts a bit to see them so young, in a good way.

Thanks - it's good to hear those details worked so well :)

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