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<sub>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</sub>


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Re: Yakov Feltsman x Victor Nikiforov, NSFW, noncon or consensual - fill, part 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

But he's not patient at all today. He's waited too long, and his body is still relaxed from sleep. He takes Yakov's wrist and pulls his hand away after a moment. Yakov, thankfully, seems to be on the same page, as he wipes his fingers off on the covers and helps Victor half prop himself up against the headboard.

Victor grabs Yakov's shoulders and parts his legs wider and then, yes, finally, Yakov starts to push into him. He tips his head back and closes his eyes at the sensation of it. Having Yakov inside of him always makes him feel so full up, even like Yakov is taking possession of him. When he's slid himself all the way in, Victor forces his eyes back open, because Yakov likes to pause and look at him and it's natural to look back. Smile. Not the same smile he gave for the press, earlier, or the other medalists.

"Does it feel alright?" Yakov asks. His voice has gone gentler than usual.

"Good," Victor says. He has to bite his lip on a gasp as he shifts his weight slightly so he can move his legs. "Really good."

Some days, he likes to show off his flexibility. Knees pulled all the way up to his shoulders tends to be the most fun one, although they've tried a few other positions that take advantage of all those years of ballet. But tonight, Victor just wraps his legs around Yakov's waist and lets his eyes fall closed again when he starts to move.

The pace he sets is a bit slow. Now that he has what he wanted, though, Victor finds he doesn't mind. He lets Yakov rock into him and lets his body rock back against him, and just tries to keep quiet. Yakov's better at it than he is, almost silent, though his breath is hot and not so calm against Victor's cheek and neck.

It's not long before Victor's starting to lose his ability to really think, which is always a good sign. He bites his lip to keep the noises in before he forgets, and worms a hand between them to touch himself. It's hard to remember to move his hand when Yakov is still moving in him, though, and he can't really concentrate. There's just too much heat building in him; each thrust from Yakov sends more pleasure spiking in his stomach.

And then one of Yakov's hands moves, first to touch his cheek, his eyelashes, and then to wrap his fingers over Victor's down on his cock. That firmly grinds all of Victor's thought processes to a halt. He doesn't need them, anyway, not with Yakov in him, at the right angle to feel good, not with Yakov guiding both of their hands up and down so Victor doesn't have to remember to.

Another stroke and – oh, he's almost – and a quick kiss, too quick, he wanted to feel Yakov's tongue, too, more, but then Yakov squeezes their hands and, oh. He might be saying something, but Victor doesn't hear it because that's when he comes, everything gone blank and out of focus.

The next thing he knows, he's being kissed again. It's a long moment before he remembers to react, and Yakov is already pulling away. He eases Victor up with him, one arm along his spine while the other holds his waist for leverage.

Victor settles into Yakov's lap. His limbs feel so loose. He leaves his legs wrapped around Yakov's hips and sets his arms sort of on Yakov's shoulders, almost dripping down his back with lassitude. When he lets his head droop down, he puts his mouth on Yakov's shoulder because it's there. It tastes clean, like water, and smells like generic hotel soap.

There's something that feels kind of intimate about this, the way he's gently draped around Yakov while Yakov continues to move in and out of him at a steady pace. It's different from when Yakov fucks him on his desk, or the times Victor drops into his lap with the hope of some kisses and maybe a hand down each other's pants. It's comfortable.

He moves his lips up Yakov's shoulder and up his neck, winces a little when Yakov pushes into him too hard. But it's not that bad, just a few seconds of too much, and Yakov whispers his name when Victor kisses his jaw. It's always nice to hear Yakov say it like that, not shouting at him or saying come on, Vitya, impatient because Victor is lingering too long over good-byes to Makkachin or pretty cakes in a store window that he can't eat. So Victor attempts to get him to say it again, lips gentle on his skin, trying not to breathe too hard as he finishes getting his breath back.

It works, sort of. He gets one repetition murmured in his ear, and then on the next one, Yakov only gets as far as Vi, before the grip on his waist tightens. Yakov's hips lose their steadiness; Victor tucks his head back down and finds the energy to slide a hand up to the back of Yakov's head to hold it as he comes. He can feel Yakov tensing up, before it all goes out of him almost at once.

They sit there for a while afterward. Victor's arms slide down until he's hugging Yakov around his chest and starts to drift off. That is, until Yakov finally pulls the jacket off of him, and he has to sit back to allow him to remove his shirt, too. It seems like a good cue to clamber off of him and stretch his legs out before flopping down to the bed.

He can feel Yakov looking at him again. So he gives an exaggerated, full-body stretch – that does feel good, little pains he's gained today aside – and sighs happily as he relaxes back into the blanket.

"Up," Yakov says, though it lacks the hardness his orders usually have. Victor whines at having to get up, but he does so long enough for Yakov to peel the covers back.

Sometimes Yakov insists that he return to his own room. Sometimes Victor goes there of his own volition. But tonight, Yakov doesn't protest when Victor slides in beside him and tucks himself into his side. It's nice and warm and cozy under here together, especially when Yakov turns over and puts an arm around him.

Yakov doesn't tend to talk much, after. No fun gossip about other skaters, but at least that means no prattling on about things Victor doesn't care about until he's ready to leave, either. And it's late enough that he doesn't need to slip off to take care of something (often something Victor's helped interrupt, dinner or emails or the news), so Victor doesn't have to wait for him to come back to bed while he―

Oh, maybe – maybe, earlier, Yakov just wanted to get some things out of the way so they could just lie like this together. No panicked emails from back home sitting on his mind, or whatever boring stuff it is that he has to deal with. Maybe not, but the thought makes Victor press a smile to Yakov's skin.

"What?" Yakov grumbles. Victor doesn't answer, just pushes up a little for a kiss instead.

"Can we do it again in the morning?"

"You have to skate in the gala tomorrow."

"Yeah, so?"

"Insatiable," he mutters. "I don't know how you expect an old man like me to keep up."

"You keep up fine." Victor snuggles into him again. He's already looking forward to getting to wake up like this, to sleepy morning kisses. Maybe sleeping morning sex if he can be persuasive enough. Ooh, there's a thought. "You don't have to wait for me to wake up first, if you want." He can't help but laugh at the way Yakov sighs. He wonders if that means no, but he couldn't pass up the idea of waking to his cock in Yakov's mouth, or Yakov nudging his thighs apart for another round.

He kind of wants to go again already. But it's been a long day for him, and there's another one coming tomorrow, so he lets it go this time and lets himself fall fast asleep against Yakov's chest.

Re: Yakov Feltsman x Victor Nikiforov, NSFW, noncon or consensual - fill, part 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

Awww, I really like this.