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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[hides face in pillow, so glad this is under anon lololol]

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Victor's long hair glinted silver in the cheap fluorescent lighting overhead. His face was marked with cum from multiple sources; lips kiss-bitten and swollen; back arching every time his partner drove into his body relentlessly, grunting and groaning his pleasure against Victor's soft skin.

He was lying atop a sofa, one arm hanging down and the other wrapped loosely around his partner's shoulder. His head rested on a cushion and he was glad for the support because he'd long since lost all ability to stay upright. They had been going at it for a while -- Victor had lost track of time after his third or fourth round -- and his cock lay limp in his lap. He was now just a fuckhole to dump their cum in for these men. And there were so many -- as it turned out, there were just so many middle-aged and old men willing to sponsor him for the right incentive. Did he really need so many? Victor had wondered in the beginning.

It no longer seemed to matter now.

His current partner bit the jut of Victor's hipbone, jolting him back to the present for a small time and Victor made a soft, pliant sound. He was rewarded with another round of vigorous thrusts right against his prostate. He hid his wince into the musty-smelling cushion, trying not to let his oversensitivity show. It did not take for the man to come and he draped himself over Victor's body, breathing hard into his ear and making him shiver a little. It wasn't unbearable -- or so Victor told himself. His eyes searched for Yakov then, trapped as he was under the weight of a balding, hairy old man who had just finished spilling his sperm inside Victor's abused hole. He found Yakov still in the same spot, still standing to the side as if he had nothing to do with the entire thing.

Yakov's eyes narrowed when they met Victor's, his neck a blotchy mess of red, but he did not say anything. Victor swallowed and turned his face away. He pressed a kiss to the man's rough cheek and panted quietly. The man let out a gruff chuckle and moved away, pulling out of Victor's body and it took everything Victor had to not hiss in pain. He felt more cum dribble out of his ass and the wet stain underneath got damper, but Victor's limbs were beyong moving.

There was quiet for a while, only the sound of low murmurs on the periphery of his awareness as the man chatted with Yakov while putting his clothes back on. Victor stared at the ceiling as drowsiness assailed him, but he felt far too sore to just pass out. There were multiple bruises on his body, bite marks littered his shoulders and neck, and several hand-shaped marks dotted his hips and thighs. He was sweaty and smelled strongly of sex and the stench of other men. He took another deep breath and tried to block out everything else.

Then, he heard footsteps and went boneless against the couch again. The last thing he wanted to fuck this up now, after having put up with this for so long. The touch, when it came, however, was so much different than before. Victor's eyes fluttered open as his chin was tilted to face his next partner, and his breath caught in his throat as he found himself looking into Yakov's eyes.

Yakov who had already shed his longcoat and hat, his shirt halfway unbuttoned, the suspenders off his shoulders and something dark swirling inside his normally harsh eyes. His pupils were dilated and his breaths came in controlled but long jerks. Victor trembled, for the first time, as something inside him snapped. He lifted his tired arms and wrapped them around Yakov's neck, pushing his face into his familiar shoulder, familiar warmth and let out a broken sob. Yakov also wrapped his arms around Victor and buried his hands into his hair, tugging it gently and rubbed his back until Victor's cries subsided.

After that, he pushed Victor back into the couch and slid over his body, parting his thighs with ease and peppered it with kisses. He unzipped his pants and slid into Victor's body easily, but Victor still felt the burn and stretch of it, felt fuller than he had before, though it wasn't as if Yakov was the biggest he'd had this evening. But Victor felt like he was full to bursting, his heart thumping against the cage of ribs like a nervous bird. Tears leaked from his eyes freely again, though he made no sound. He let Yakov fuck him, tugging on his tangled and sweat-matted hair, pushing and pulling him apart at the seams. And then putting him back together with impossibly gentle kisses across his brow and cheeks.

Victor wasn' hard, wasn't turned on, but he longer felt pain or discomfort from before. He was too exhausted to move with Yakov, but he made sure to clutch tight onto Yakov's arms and moan and sob as Yakov took his pleasure and gave comfort in return. When Yakov came, he spilled inside Victor and Victor welcomed it. When Yakov pulled out halfway through his own orgasm and let ribbons of cum spray across Victor's clenching stomach, Victor loved it. And later, he let Yakov push over his chest and sucked him clean with his mouth, milking him for all he was worth. The corners of mouth no longer stung and his jaw did not ache. Or if it did, Victor could no longer feel it.

Later, Yakov lifted him in his arms as if Victor weighed nothing at all, and took him to the baths. Cleaned him up, inside out, and put him to bed, warm and safe. And Victor believed it. Believed him.

(whispers) nicely done, anon.

I was expecting standard noncon/public use fare, which is fine and good, but the angle you took with Yakov is just extra awful and tricky and uncomfortable, I love it.

:D :D :D ILU ♥

OP

(((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))

Yessssss. Nonnie, you are the greatest.

Vitya x Yakov ♡♡♡♡

I love this <3

Prompt Post 1

Multiple/Victor, Yakov/Victor, underage, non-con, fill

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