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  Rating:
      Explicit
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  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky, Otabek_Altin_&_Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Yuri_Plisetsky, Otabek_Altin
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      Relationship, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Porn_with_Feelings,
      Barebacking, NSFW_Yurio_Week_2017, Post-Welcome_to_the_Madness
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      Published: 2017-09-11 Words: 2497
****** Beyond Expectations ******
by PunkyPenguin
Summary
     All day, Otabek had been by his side. During his Exhibition Skate;
     during the press conference afterwards; during the banquet that
     everyone had been invited to; and during the elevator ride back to
     Yuri's hotel room, where he'd pushed Yuri with his back against the
     wall and kissed him. Deep, passionate, full of love and lust.
     And Yuri gladly accept the madness that followed.
Notes
     My contribution for NSFW Yurio Week 2017!
     Day 1: First Times
     Enjoy~
See the end of the work for more notes
He clawed at the sheet, sobs and cries escaping his lips as he buried his head
deeper into the pillows by the headboard. His hair fell over his face, lining
his vision in a halo of gold, though it was starting to become increasingly
harder to keep his eyes open as Otabek's tongue lapped and danced over Yuri's
twitching entrance. It was wet, hot, and it was nothing like what he imagined
it would be like. 
Yuri had always imagined his first time would be slow, gentle, and loving. That
he would be staring up into his lover's eyes while they made sweet, sweet love.
But Otabek's tongue was anything but slow, and the way his fingers dug into the
globes of his ass was anything but gentle. Otabek worked with a heat and a
ferocity that Yuri never knew he had. 
"B-Beka!" Yuri cried out as Otabek finally sent that hot, teasing tongue past
his rim. His slender legs quivered, and Otabek placed
his hands firmly on Yuri's hips to keep from falling over. 
And Otabek didn't stop. He kept pushing deeper into Yuri's tight passage until
Yuri heard him let out a small, raspy moan against his flesh. Otabek's nose was
buried in the crevice of Yuri's ass, his hot breath fanning over the sensitive
skin as he started eating Yuri out as if Yuri was the last thing he would ever
taste. 
"Hnng, Beka. Fuck!" Yuri moaned and experimentally ground himself back against
the prodding tongue. He wanted more. 
Thank god Otabek took the hint. He drew his tongue back and instantly began
thrusting the muscle back and forth, again with a force that left Yuri's whole
body shivering in pleasure and needy for more. The kind of need that turned his
mind to pudding and Otabek's name the only thing remaining. 
Yuri could barely even remember how he'd ended up in this position in the first
place; naked, on all fours in his hotel room in Barcelona. Yuri had skated his
exhibition skate to perfection, both shocking and stunning the audience and his
fellow skaters. And all day, Otabek had been by his side. During the press
conference afterwards. During the banquet that everyone had been invited to –
and forced to go to. During the times when talking to people simply exhausted
Yuri, and Otabek had politely intervened and taken Yuri elsewhere. 
And somewhere during the hours where most people were starting to feel the
pleasant buzz of the champagne they'd been drinking, Otabek had whispered into
his ear. "Let's go back to your room." And Yuri had gladly accepted. 
And somewhere during the elevator ride back to the eleventh floor of the
hotel, Otabek had pushed Yuri with his back against the wall and kissed him;
deep, passionate, full of love and lust. And Yuri had kissed back just as
hard.  
They'd stumbled into Yuri's room, kissing, groping, grinding. Within seconds
all of Yuri's clothing had been torn off his body. His shirt had landed on top
of the flat-screen TV, possibly even more ripped in Otabek's frenzy to get it
off. And he had no idea where his pants had even ended up, but Yuri honestly
didn't care. All he wanted was Otabek. On top of him, against him, inside of
him.  
Yuri got exactly what he wanted. And more. 
"Beka, please... Please fuck me already!" Yuri sobbed. He couldn't take it
anymore. Otabek's tongue wasn't enough. It wasn't reaching deep enough, it
wasn't big enough. Again, all he could think was more.  
"Think you're ready for my cock, Yura?" Otabek purred as he withdrew his tongue
from Yuri's spread hole and licked a wet line up his cleft of his ass and to
the base of his spine.  
Yuri nodded fast, an undignified whine escaping him. His back curved and he
curled like a kitten as he felt Otabek straighten up behind him and kiss his
way up along his spine until he reached his neck. The heavy weight of the
Kazakh's cock rested between his cheeks when Otabek nipped up the column of his
neck, though only for a second.  
"Then stay like this. Just like this," Otabek whispered against the shell of
his ear and withdrew himself. 
Yuri only whimpered and watched Otabek over his shoulder. He watched him
scramble off the bed and dig through the pocket of the slacks he'd been wearing
all night, and pull out the smallest bottle of
lube. "Had Otabek planned this?" Yuri asked himself. He made a quick mental
note to remember to ask Otabek about it later.  
Otabek got back up behind Yuri. The sound of the bottle of lube being opened
suddenly seemed too loud all of a sudden, just like the squelching sound the
slippery substance made when squirted onto Otabek's hand. Curiously Yuri
glanced back over his shoulder, and his breathe caught in his throat as he
watched Otabek slick himself up. 
He'd fantasized about his friend in such a manner, wondered what he would look
like naked and hard. Of course, Yuri had seen Otabek in the shower
after events, so he wasn't completely in the dark about what his soon to be
lover looked like. But the sight behind him was pure perfection. 
Otabek's pectoral and abdominal muscles were outlined by the tan skin
stretching over them, perfectly in proportion. Yuri's eyes wandered over
them, drinking in the sight. Though his breathing hitched as his gaze came to a
stop at Otabek's groin.  
"How's that going to fit?" Yuri thought as he eyed Otabek's cock. It was big.
Bigger than he'd thought it would be, slightly angled upwards towards his belly
and so very thick. The thought of having it inside of him nearly made his mouth
water, though he also worried if it was ever going to fit inside of him.  
"Do you like what you're seeing?" Otabek asked teasingly, and let his hand fall
away from his cock.  
Yuri's cheeks flushed more than they already were. Since when was Otabek such a
tease? Since when was he so confident in what he was doing? Yuri quickly came
to the conclusion that he didn't care since when, but that he loved it. It
sparked something inside of him that made him want to tease back. Luckily, he'd
watched enough porn to know the basics of dirty talking. 
"I do," Yuri purred out. "Put it inside of me, Beka. Fill me up with that cock
of yours, please... I want it so bad!" Truth was, Yuri did want it that
bad. Otabek had complete control over him, and he loved it. 
Yuri's words drew a deep, almost primal sound from Otabek's chest, and before
he knew what was happening, Yuri felt the tip of that slicked up cock against
his spread entrance. One warm, tan hand rested on the curve of his ass. 
"Careful what you ask for, Yura. You might get more than you can
handle." Otabek smirked almost deviously. It sent a chill up Yuri's spine and
drew a whimper from his lips. 
Not more than a second later, Otabek tilted his hips, and Yuri felt the tight
ring of muscles give way as Otabek entered him.  
And he didn't stop. Otabek kept going, deeper and deeper, until his groin was
nested firmly against Yuri's ass. Only then, he stayed still, buried
deep inside of Yuri's tight hole. And all the while, Yuri dug his hands into
the sheets as tight as could possibly grip them. Otabek had spread him just
enough, edging him on that delicate thread between pleasure and pain, but never
tipping him over it. His legs quivered, and loud whines fell past his lips. So
full. So big. So perfect. 
"Fuck... fuck, please move," Yuri whimpered out as Otabek made no attempt to
move. The pressure of having Otabek inside of him without doing anything was
driving him crazy with need.  
"If you want it so badly, why don't you move on your own?" Otabek asked, his
voice hoarse as he leaned down and placed a soft kiss right in the middle of
Yuri's back.  
The small gesture sent waves of heat over Yuri's skin, traveled up his spine
and made the hairs at the base of his neck stand on end. Fuck, Otabek was too
good at this. Yet he instantly obliged, rolling his hips down
onto Otabek shakily. The drag of Otabek's flesh along his insides felt amazing,
and drew a loud whine from him.  
"Damn, Beka..." Yuri breathed out. 
With notable effort, Yuri rocked back and forth on Otabek's cock. Though his
movements were sloppy, too irregular, and he couldn't get the right pace. There
was only so much moving he could do in their current position, and the fact
that this was his first time being impaled by something so large didn't help.
His senses were being overwhelmed, and all he wanted was more. He
wanted Otabek to pound into him like how he'd promised when he whispered into
his ear while they were making out in the elevator. 
"What's the matter, Yuri?" Otabek asked. The attempt at making his voice sound
neutral was completely futile. Yuri could hear the strain in his voice, the
slight tremble as he watched Yuri move on his dick. 
"Fuck me, Beka... Please, I need you," Yuri whined, his voice breaking
into small pants. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, the beginning of tears of
frustration starting to pool in the corners of his eyes.  
Otabek let out a deep moan, a sound that made Yuri's own dick
twitch. Otabek pulled back, leaving nothing but the very tip sheathed inside,
and with a single snap of his hips, he sent himself back inside Yuri's tight
hole as deep as he could reach. 
Yuri yowled and cried out. 
"Nngh... Yura, you feel amazing," Otabek breathed out as he finally
– finally – started picking up the pace. 
Yuri didn't even have to resort to begging for more from that moment
on. Otabek placed both of his large, warm hands on the bend of his ass and
pounded into him. Hard, harder, rougher than Yuri imagined he would like it.
But he cried and moaned out like a bitch in heat, his body arching and curving
and jerking forward with each thrust. And when Otabek canted his hips and hit
that spot deep inside of him that was begging to be touched, Yuri could swear
he saw fireworks explode behind his eyelids. 
"Hnngh! That's it... Right there!" Yuri wailed, and ground himself back
onto Otabek. 
"Let me hear you, Yura," Otabek growled back and slammed back into Yuri's
prostate.  
And Yuri gave Otabek exactly what he wanted. He moaned at the top of his longs,
clutching the sheets in his small, slender hands, and cried out. His own cock
twitched and bounced with each thrust, but Yuri knew that as soon as he wrapped
his hand around it, it would all be over. Otabek kept him balanced on that edge
perfectly.  
Tears of pleasure ran down Yuri's cheeks only minutes later, when all he wanted
was to cum. His body was hot, sweaty, and his hair clung to the back of his
neck. He couldn't hold on anymore. Otabek groaned behind him, his
hips forcefully slamming into him. Yuri was sure he'd have bruises on his ass
by tomorrow morning, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was Otabek and be marked
by him; claimed by him. 
"Beka! I'm... gonna... Ahh!" 
Yuri's head flung up as his orgasm hit him without further warning. A loud cry,
almost loud enough to be a scream erupted from his throat, and he spilled
himself over the sheet below him. Untouched. The intensity was breathtaking.
Small specks of black ate at the edge of his vision as he rode wave after wave
of the most overwhelming pleasure he'd ever felt.  
Behind him, Otabek let out a deep, drawn out groan. "Fuuuck!" It was the only
thing the Kazakh was able to murmur out as only seconds later his hips jerked
and he filled Yuri with thick spurts of cum. Yuri whimpered and subconsciously
ground himself back against Otabek. Holy shit, he never thought he'd love the
feeling of someone filling him up, but Yuri almost purred.  
He was Otabek's now. He'd claimed him, marked him as his property.  
Spent and exhausted, Yuri let himself fall onto the bed. He didn't even care
that he was lying in his own cum and both looked and felt like a hot mess. All
he wanted, was to close his eyes and take a nap. With a small
groan, Otabek withdrew himself from Yuri's hole and laid down next to him, an
arm flung over Yuri's back to tug him just a little closer. 
"Fuck, Beka. You're amazing," Yuri whispered as he cracked his eyes open,
barely far enough to see the lazy grin on Otabek's lips. 
Otabek placed the sweetest kiss on Yuri's temple. "So are you, Yura," he
whispered and snuggled up against Yuri's small frame. Who'd have thought the
stoic Kazakh was a cuddler after sex.  
The thought brought a pure smile to Yuri's face and he turned onto his side.
With a sigh he pressed his face into Otabek's chest and breathed in the pure
scent of him, musky and with a hint of cinnamon. Otabek wrapped his arms
tightly around Yuri in return as sleep slowly started to take a hold of Yuri
and his eyes closed on their own accord. 
"Yura," Otabek whispered against his forehead. Yuri responded with only a small
hum of acknowledgement.  
"Yura, will you be my boyfriend or not?"  
Yuri blinked his eyes half open and was greeted with the most love-struck smile
he'd ever seen on anyone's face. It brought a blush to his face. He had done
nothing to deserve such a smile, at least not yet. But Yuri knew that from now
on, he wanted to be the sole reason for that smile on Otabek's face. Of that he
was sure.  
A wide grin spread on Yuri's face and he did the only thing he could think of.
He leaned up and kissed Otabek with an intensity that could have burned them
both alive. For minutes they were all tongue, teeth, and bites, and Yuri's
hands hungrily roamed Otabek's body. When Yuri pulled away, Otabek looked
slightly dazed, as if Yuri had literally kissed some sense out of him.  
Yuri smiled like the Cheshire Cat and looked up into Otabek's eyes. "What do
you think, Beka?" 
Otabek chuckled. "I'd say that's a yes." 
"I'd say so, too." 
Yuri placed a soft kiss on Otabek's swollen lips and situated himself back
against Otabek's broad, strong chest. His eyes fluttered shut and his breathing
evened out quickly as he listened to Otabek's steady heartbeat. Boyfriends.
That's what they were now. Yuri's cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of pink. 
Otabek Altin; his boyfriend. 
Yuri definitely liked the sound of that. 
End Notes
     Let me know what you think, all kudos and comments are loved <3
     PunkyPenguin
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