yurionicekink | Prompt Post 1

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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somehow my quest for a quick little prompt to fill resulted in me starting something for this gem. (demisexual camboys? yes.) some platonic Phichit/Yuuri smooches in this one, hope that's ok. Viktor hasn't showed up yet but he will be. important later. haha. It's not the filthiest but i'm enjoying myself. hope you do too.

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The edge of a bed, neatly made with clean blue sheets. The fuzzy shape of fingers too close in the foreground, the angle straightening slightly. A man's silhouette cut off at the torso, trim, in a loose black t-shirt and blue underwear.

"I've never done this before." The man sits on the bed, cut off at the shoulders now. He sits with his knees together, and puts his hands on them. "Is anyone watching?"

There is a ping. The man leans forward, though his face remains out of view.

"Oh. Yes. It's nice that you're there. Thank you."

The man sits back again and puts his hands to his chest, over his shirt. One hand trails up over the collar to run along his neck; the other runs down to curl under the hem.

"It feels like I should take this off. But I don't really know how these things work. Am I supposed to tease you?"

His legs open. His lower hand trails down the meat of his thigh.

"It feels different with people watching me."

A ping. Another ping.

"Oh. That's very kind. Thank you."

Ping.

"I'm from Japan. I live in the United States right now. I came for college."

Ping. Ping. Ping.

"Mmm, that's alright. I'm not really here for conversation either. Is there something you want to see?"

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It becomes something not normal, but perhaps... comfortable. Exciting, even. A special treat, which lights up a special mindset that Yuuri can never quite recapture once he's switched the stream off. Certainly he's never acted anything like it around another person.

With it on, he feels sensual and untouchable, a rare piece of art to be admired. He isn't wildly popular like he knows others on the site are, but he makes a fair bit of pocket change and draws a reasonable viewership. And when he's being honest about it — something that Yuuri mostly only does in the shaken, exhausted, come-streaked wake of a particularly hot show — he knows he doesn't really do it for either his viewers or the money, even if he is hoping to make enough for a new pair of skates soon.

He does it because, maybe, there's something about it that he really... really...

Well, it works for him more than any of the dates Phichit has occasionally convinced him to go on, and that's as much of an opinion on it as he has right now.

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The man in nothing but a pair of black stirrup leggings, resting in a full straddle split on the floor. He has a black mask covering the lower half of his face, and his bangs are loose and wet from sweat, or maybe a shower. He hums, leaning forward on his elbows as he reads the next question.

"I've been doing dance... and gymnastics... since I was a kid," he says. "I still do them now. Some of you who have been here before have probably noticed the bruises."

He wiggles his feet at either end of the split; they are mottled purple, red, and brown.

Ping. Ping.

"Thank you. I've never been complimented on my feet before."

Ping. Ping. Ping.

"You know, I've never tried that. I am pretty flexible, but I think the length of your torso and your dick has more to do with it than flexibility."

Ping! Ping! Ping! Ping!

The man lifts himself a few inches off the floor with his hands and eases around into a forward split.

"Really? Now? I wouldn't want to disappoint you all if I can't manage it. And I don't know if it would be that sexy to watch."

The computer chimes incessantly as the man reaches out for his back foot in the split to catch it and raise it up, arching his back.

"I tell you what. If you all manage to double my tip target for this session, I'll make a point to try it for you next time."

Ping ping ping ping ping.

"Because," the man says, releasing his foot as he glances at the screen. "This time I really just want to get fucked. Hard, you know? Why else do you think I'm stretching? Do you think I only like being looked at?"

He laughs and rolls slowly out of the split, displaying a muscular back. He slides his hand down his side and around to palm his ass, arching into it slightly. He digs in his fingers.

"I want to come tonight. I want it in me so hard I feel it tomorrow, and the day after."

He turns his head, so he's looking right at the camera, eyes dark over the edge of the mask.

"Don't you want to see it? I want to show you."

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(He stands in the shower afterward, in shock.

It always escalates on camera. He's never been so sore before. It's the off-season but he's still skating, it'll still get in his way.)

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"It's more fun when you go out with us, Yuuri," Phichit says. He's in his tightest pants, gold glitter twinkling across his cheeks. "You're sure you don't want to?"

"Not tonight," Yuuri says, from where he's lying flat on his bed. He's watching Phichit's hamsters scurry around in their cage; the silver one pushes the bronze one off the wheel and begins running. "I want to catch up some stuff alone."

"Alright," Phichit says, voice warm. "Next time maybe?"

"Next time," Yuuri says, and waves goodbye.

After a few minutes, he takes his glasses off, and takes out his phone.

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[ktkdon has scheduled a live show for 1 hour from now.]

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Maybe he had been dragging his feet a little bit with the buildup, but half the fun Yuuri gets out of it is in imagining those eyes on him, desperate for a glimpse of something he hasn't allowed them to see. It's why he's still, thankfully, got his shirt on when he hears the key in the door to the room.

"—ri, it's no fun dancing without you, let's dance..."

Yuuri sits bolt upright, pulling his fingers out too-fast and pulling the shirt down to cover himself. He glances frantically over at the laptop but it's on his desk, across the room. The camera he's set on the bookshelf is even further.

"Oh," Phichit says, the door slamming behind him. "I've walked in on you! I was wondering if I ever would."

Yuuri has walked in on Phichit twice in the past year. Phichit is not a very careful person.

His computer is letting out a nonstop string of little chimes. "What kind of porn sounds like this?" Phichit asks, leaning over to look at the laptop screen.

Yuuri makes a strangled, aborted noise.

"Oh," says Phichit after a moment. "This isn't porn."

"Close it," Yuuri says.

"Wow, they really want me to kiss you," Phichit says, watching messages scroll through the chatroom. "And, uh, do other stuff."

Yuuri decides, fuck it. He straightens the rest of the way and loosens his grip on the edge of his shirt; his dick is still fairly hard, and pokes out from under it. He's got lube on his hand. He says, "You can kiss me if you want to."

Phichit blinks at him a few times, and then says amiably, "Okay."

"But," Yuuri says, glancing over at where the camera sits on the shelf, "since he's going out of his way, I think this merits a big tip."

It turns out that Phichit is a handsy kisser. He giggles, grabbing at Yuuri's ass, as Yuuri tries hard to gasp instead of giggling back. They're standing, which means no view of their faces, but the sound should pick up just fine.

"Alright, that's enough," Yuuri says breathily, as Phichit kisses messily at his throat.

"Aw, but I—" Phichit says, hugging Yuuri closer.

"Enough," Yuuri says, and grips at Phichit's hair. "Go get a glass of water. Come back for me in ten minutes."

Phichit giggles again, ruining it a little. Yuuri smiles and slips his mask back up.

"Ten minutes," Phichit says.

"And I'll do whatever you want," Yuuri says.

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omg i can't beliefve
TWO TWWINKS YOOOO
i came so hard
u should have llet us see u kiss
was that your boyfriend he should totaly fuck you
best surprise ever!!!!!!!!
udahghghghghggggg
iwanna nut over both of yu
who tops
no wya it was his boyfriend lol
FUCK HIM FUCK HIM
best channel wtf
he should pin u down on the bed take of that mask damn
HOT

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"Seriously though, if you're filming yourself you should get some better lighting," Phichit says thoughtfully, as they watch The King and the Skater 2 half an hour later. "I'll help you set it up, if you want."

"That would be nice," Yuuri says, half his face in a pillow. "Sorry, again."

"It's fine, Yuuri," Phichit says. "You totally surprised me with that though! I really never would have thought."

"I don't do it that often." He's about to fall asleep, tired from the orgasm he'd hurriedly wrung out of himself.

"It doesn't matter. It's fine! Like I said, I'll help you with lighting or angles if you want."

"Mmm."

"You're going to miss the movie, Yuuri. You said we'd do whatever I wanted."

"Mmm."

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Not OP, but I really love this.

OP feels like three birthdays came at once. It's glorious. I love Phichit, and I love Yuuri sliding on sensuality for this. The interplay between Yuuri and his watchers' comments is so nicely done, this is great, anon.

Lovely! I'm really fond of the dialogue in this fill. Looking forward to reading more. 😁

this is great. hope to see it continues

Damn this is food. The distant voice Yuuri's using with his viewers is really working for me. It's only as intimate at Yuuri wants.

This is so FLIPPIN cute. It's perfect. Especially the ending, Jesus Christ. What a FLUFFBALL

Oooh, I like this! Hope you'll continue?

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Prompt Post 1

[FILL 1/?] Yuuri Katsuki, ft Yuuri K/Phichit - camboy, exhibitionism, anonymity

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