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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The next morning, Yuuri couldn't even look at Victor without blushing. He kept his gaze fixed on the counter as he made tea. A small tremor in his fingers. What if Victor was joking? What if he'd said it half-asleep and hadn't meant it? And Yuuri had taken advantage of him, thought all those filthy things about him.

"So," Victor said, molding his front to Yuuri's back, hands on Yuuri's hips. "Did you just go to sleep last night after all?"

Yuuri dropped his spoon into his tea with a clatter. "I," he said, fumbling for words. "I, um."

"Yuuri," Victor breathed against his neck, his lips soft on Yuuri's skin. "Were you naughty last night when I was sleeping?"

Yuuri squirmed out of Victor's grip. His palms were starting to get clammy. Victor didn't sound upset or disgusted with him.

"I just- a little. That's all."

Color crept up Victor's face, his eyes going wide and round and his lips parting on a quick breath like a gasp.

"I didn't see anything," Victor said, sounding a little faint.

"I cleaned up," Yuuri protested. Did Victor think he was going to just leave him sticky and filthy?

Apparently Victor did, because the flush deepened into an attractive pink across his cheekbones.

"Next time, don't," he said. He didn't speak any louder than usual, but it seemed to ring in Yuuri's ears.

"Okay," Yuuri said quietly. Victor wasn't upset. He'd meant it. More than meant it - he wanted it.

That made things easier. Victor doted on Yuuri, showering him in affection, and sometimes it felt like Yuuri lagged behind in comparison. If Victor wanted this, Yuuri could give it to him.

The next time Yuuri found himself putting a bone-tired Victor to bed, he let himself linger. He arranged Victor's limbs on the bed while Victor was still awake enough to help a little, coaxed Victor into sitting up so Yuuri could strip his shirt off. Victor smiled up at him sleepily and murmured a goodnight before dropping off, just as quickly as he had the last time. When Victor was tired, he could fall asleep fast and stay asleep through anything.

This time, nervousness wasn't knotted in the pit of Yuuri's but. This time, he took the chance to run his hands over Victor's skin, kiss Victor's collarbones. He worked Victor's pants down around the knees so he could suck at the tender skin on the inside of his thighs. This time, Yuuri wasn't shy about leaving marks, a constellation of red and purple between Victor's legs. Victor didn't make a sound, lying sprawled out over the sheets, his hands curled loosely beside his head.

He was soft, not hint of arousal from Yuuri's lips on his skin. His whole cock fit easily in Yuuri's mouth like that. The rise and fall of his chest grew a little faster, his skin flushing from between his nipples all the way up to his neck. Yuuri laved his tongue over the tender, vulnerable skin in his mouth and reached up to gently scrape his nails over Victor's nipples. Victor's cock jerked in his mouth, starting to slowly fill out, but there was no other reaction.

Yuuri let Victor slip out of his mouth, tracing a finger along the underside of his half-hard dick. He was already going soft again, wilting against his stomach. Yuuri rubbed his thumb over the head, watching fascinated as it started to fill out again. He could play with Victor's cock like this for hours.

Maybe he would, someday when they didn't have to go to the rink the next morning. It was already late, and Yuuri wasn't nearly done yet.

Yuuri hadn't been able to stop thinking about it since the first time. He crawled up the length of Victor's body, leaning one hand on the headboard. He could push his hips forward and smear the dripping head of his cock across Victor's lips, leaving a glistening trail behind. Yuuri's throat went dry. He swallowed to wet it, letting go of his cock so he could push his thumb against Victor's lower lip, gently slipping it between Victor's teeth.

Slowly, carefully, Yuuri pulled Victor's mouth open with his thumb. Victor started to drool immediately, a small wet spot growing on the pillowcase beneath his jaw. Yuuri bit the side of his tongue to hold back a moan and scooted forward a little more, until he could push the head of his dick into Victor's mouth.

It wasn't like getting a blowjob. Victor's lips didn't close around his shaft, his tongue didn't flirt over the edge of Yuuri's foreskin like Victor loved to do. Yuuri thrust shallowly against Victor's tongue, balancing on his knees so he could wrap his other hand around the shaft.

It wouldn't have been enough, normally. The sensation was like jerking off while Victor tongued at the head of his cock, a filthy tease that would leave him right on the edge of orgasm. Like this, though, Yuuri stared down at Victor's closed eyes, felt the steady warm breath washing over his cock, and felt himself getting close already. Victor's perfect eyelashes rested against his cheeks. His lips were reddened, wet with spit and Yuuri's precome. He looked like a beautiful doll, made for one purpose. Yuuri tilted his hips, changing the angle so his cock pushed into Victor's cheek, spreading his fingers out across Victor's jaw so he could feel the bulge moving in and out of Victor's mouth.

It was heady, possessing what Yuuri had listed after for so long. Like this, Victor was helpless, and Yuuri owned him, using Victor's mouth for his own selfish pleasure while Victor's cock lay soft between his bitten thighs.

Yuuri's cock pulsed in his hand. The first bit of come shot into Victor's mouth against his cheek, and then Yuuri pulled back, afraid to choke him on it. He came on Victor's face, striping his cheeks and his lips. Come dripped from his mouth onto the pillow. He was a mess, and Yuuri had to fight the urge to clean him up, remembering what Victor had said.

He sat back, breathing hard, his tongue stinging from where he'd bitten it trying to stay quiet. Slowly, he rearranged the blankets and curled up against Victor's side, languid with possessive satisfaction. Victor was his; he had Yuuri's mark all over him. Yuuri fell asleep with a smug smile on his lips.

He woke the next morning to the sound of his name on Victor's lips and opened his eyes blearily. It took him a few moments of blinking, fumbling for his glasses, and trying to bring his brain back online before he understood what he was seeing.

Victor was leaned back against the headboard, his knees splayed wide, the fingers of one hand digging into the marks Yuuri had sucked into his skin while the other moved frantically over his cock.

"Yuuri," he moaned again, the noise that had woken Yuuri in the first place. "Yuuri, fuck, so hot. I woke up with your come all over my face."

Yuuri was too half-asleep to feel embarrassed. "Your mouth felt good," he said, watching Victor's back arch and his eyes close. Yuuri propped himself up on his elbows and licked his thumb, rubbing it over one of the dried streaks of come on Victor's face before pushing it into Victor's mouth.

Victor let out a long, wavering moan that hitched on a surprised gasp at the end. His stomach tightened and his toes curled into the sheets as he came all over himself, shooting across his stomach and dripping onto his hand. His eyes fluttered back open, dazed, and Yuuri pulled his thumb out of Victor's mouth with a pop, sitting up so he could kiss Victor on the lips.

"You look good like that," Yuuri said. "All mine."

Victor let his head thunk back against the headboard. "You're going to kill me."

Yuuri laughed quietly and kissed him again, longer this time. "Go shower and I'll make tea. We have a long day at the rink today."

Victor shivered, probably thinking about what a long day at the rink meant for that night, and kissed Yuuri hard.

"I love you so much," he said, and rolled out of bed, a bounce in his step as he went into the bathroom to start the shower.

Yuuri smiled, rolling into Victor's vacant spot, inhaling the scent of him mingled with the musky residue of Yuuri's come. He would make tea in a minute. Right now, he would wrap himself up in the way their bed smelled, in the lingering warmth of Victor's body, and doze for ten more minutes until their alarm went off to start the day.

This is so hot and amazing. Well done, nonny!

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Ohhhhh my god. Holyshitholyshit this was so good please write a sequel <33333

Thank you so much for Victor's reaction!!!

Jesus fuck, this is hot. And also incredibly sweet. I love it.

This was so fucking good, jf. You write so well.

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