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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Otabek_Altin, Yuri_Plisetsky
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Sexual_Frustration, Body_Worship, Otabek_Altin_Has_a_Big
      Dick, Fluff_and_Smut, Hand_Jobs, Come_Eating, Resolved_Sexual_Tension,
      Yuri_Plisetsky_is_a_Brat, Sexual_Content, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Top
      Otabek_Altin, Bottom_Yuri_Plisetsky, Coming_Untouched
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-10 Words: 4128
****** first times ******
by Martsa
Summary
     Yuri Plisetsky is 16, in love for the first time and more than ready
     to lose his virginity. Now all he needs to do is convince his
     boyfriend that he is ready. That should be easy... right?
Notes
     Someone on Tumblr made a joke about Yuri not having lost his
     virginity because he never loses, and that made me want to write a
     fic about it finally happening. I know it's been already done to
     death, but you know... I wanted them to be sappy and gross and in
     love and have gentle, loving sex, so I made it happen. Hope you
     enjoy! Leave a comment if you did <3
Yuri didn't expect to fall in love with Otabek when he first saw him, but after
their first conversation he already knew he was well and truly fucked.
Something drew him to Otabek, something that didn't go away no matter how hard
he tried to ignore it. It was like a force of nature, like gravity, like the
universe's way of telling him that Otabek Altin is the person he is supposed to
be with, and giving in to was the best decision of his life. Now Otabek is his
person, his Beka, and Yuri can't imagine a life without him.
Otabek never tells Yuri he's too loud, too greedy, too angry, too anything.When
he looks at Yuri he doesn't see the Russian punk, he sees Yuri for what he
truly is. He listens, he understands, and he's always there for Yuri but gives
him space when he needs it. He's the calm to Yuri's storm, the light at the end
of the tunnel, the one person Yuri can count on no matter what.
Yuri loves the way Otabek smiles every time he sees him. He loves how Otabek
doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve but is incredibly open and honest with
Yuri. He loves how well Otabek gets along with his grandfather and how much
Nikolai likes Otabek. He loves how much Potya loves him, especially since Potya
doesn't usually like men. He loves how they just... click.
He loves everything about Otabek. He is in love with Otabek. The thought is as
scary as it is exciting.
He is 16 and in love for the first time and that means sneaking out of the
house to see Otabek, midnight motorcycle rides, trying to avoid Lilia's
piercing gaze when she asks where Yuri has been and telling little white lies
to hide the truth. It means kissing in the bathroom before practice, kissing in
parks and alleyways when no one's looking, kissing in Yuri's room, kissing on
Otabek's bed. Kissing when they see each other and kissing when Otabek drops
him off. Lots of kissing.
Winning used to be the only thing he was passionate about but now there's a new
kind of fire within him, a flame that grows stronger by the minute. Every time
they touch he goes from smoldering to burning and as much he loves kissing
Otabek, it's just not enough to quench this fire. He wants more; wants Otabek's
hands on his bare skin, wants to swallow Otabek's moans and taste his name on
Otabek's lips, wants so much that it makes him ache.
The problem is that Otabek is always a perfect gentleman, even when Yuri
doesn't want him to. Especially when Yuri doesn't want him to.
Every time he brings up the subject of wanting to have sex with him, Otabek
says no without even entertaining the idea. He says he ”respects him too much,”
which is both endearing and infuriating because Yuri can never come up with a
good comeback. He can't argue with that. He doesn't want to.
Well, he kind of does.
They're lounging on Otabek's bed, listening to music and chatting. It's a
seemingly pure and innocent scene, but their conversations always seem to turn
into full-blown make-out sessions these days. This is not an exception; one
minute they're just laying there, talking about, and the next thing they know
Otabek's shirt is gone and Yuri's straddling him, his blonde hair falling
around their faces like a golden curtain as they kiss.
Moments like this are when Yuri feels like the fire inside him is going to burn
him to ashes. The glide of their tongues, Otabek's hands on his waist, the
warmth of his body against Yuri's- it's a lot to handle at once and at the same
time it makes him want more. Yes, he knows he should try to be more patient but
that's easier said than done. How is he supposed to have any self-control when
he's dating God's gift to mankind? That's just not realistic.
Every single thing about Otabek is perfect. The jawline Yuri is pretty sure he
could cut his hands on. The dark eyes that can see straight through him and the
gaze he always gets lost in. The soft skin and the planes of hard muscle
underneath it, like iron under velvet.
Not to mention the fact that Otabek has a huge dick. Yuri hasn't actually seen
it yet but he has felt it pressing against various parts of his body, and...
yeah. It's pretty damn impressive.
Yuri sits up, trailing his fingertips over the buckle of Otabek's belt, and
bites his lip. ”Come on, Beka,” he whispers. ”You can't keep saying no to me
forever. I'm not a kid anymore, don't treat me like one.”
”I'm not treating you like a kid,” Otabek sighs. ”We've talked about this. I
don't want you to do anything you'll regret. I'm not going to take advantage of
you because you think you want it-”
”I don'tthinkI want it.IknowI want it.Even the damn law says I'm old enough to
know what I want, and I want you.”
”Yura, please, I'm trying to be a gentleman here but you're making it
difficult.”
”I don't want you to be a gentleman, I want you to fuck me,” Yuri says bluntly.
”That's what you want, too, isn't it?”
”Yura-”
”Isn't it?”
Yuri can practically hear the tension dripping during the long silence that
follows. Otabek doesn't say anything but the look on his face tells Yuri
everything he needs to know. Even though he usually loves being right, this
time it's only frustrating. It's annoying to think that Otabek wants him too
but still won't sleep with him. It's not fair.
”You're so mean sometimes, Beka. It's not nice to not give your kitten what he
wants,” Yuri pouts. He rolls his hips against Otabek, slowly and deliberately,
even though he knows he's only making himself more frustrated- but if he has to
suffer, he's sure as hell going to take Beka down with him. And besides,
feeling Otabek growing hard under him makes him feel better because at least he
now knows he's not the only one affected by all this.
”Fucking hell, Yura...” Otabek groans, throwing his arm over his eyes, but
frustration is definitely not the only thing Yuri can hear in his tone.
”We could have so much fun, you and I,” Yuri continues, dropping his voice to a
low purr. ”You don't even know how often I think about it, usually in the most
inappropriate places. You fucking me till I can't walk. Hearing you moan my
name as you come. Kissing every last inch of your body until I know it like the
back of my hand.”
People often assume that Yuri is shy and innocent because he's young and
inexperienced but that could not be farther from the truth. He's curious and
unafraid and knows exactly what he wants, and he never hesitates ask for it. He
knows that he deserves it, after all.
”I'd let you do whatever you want to me. Whenever you want, anywhere you want.
As long as it's you, I don't give a fuck. I could make all your fantasies come
true. Think about it, Beka. Think about it long and hard,” Yuri purrs, grinning
smugly as he slowly unbuckles Otabek's belt while keeping a close eye on his
reactions. He doesn't want to push Otabek too much or make him uncomfortable;
he's just testing the waters. ”Will you at least let me see it? You know, to
give me something to think about when I'm lying in bed at night. All alone.
Getting myself off because you won't. Please? You can say no if you want to.”
Otabek is quiet for a moment but then, much to Yuri's surprise, he nods.
”Fine.”
”Really? You sure?” Yuri asks, just to make sure he heard him correctly and to
give Otabek a chance to change his mind. Just in case.
”Yeah. I am.”
Well, this is new. That is not the answer Yuri was expecting to hear and now he
has to pause for a moment to gather his thoughts because he didn't plan this
far ahead. He was convinced that Otabek would say no, because that's what
usually happens.
”Okay, well, if you say so,” Yuri says casually, biting the inside of his cheek
to keep his grin from getting too wide. He moves back a little and unzips
Otabek's jeans, pulling them down along with his underwear just far enough to
expose his cock. It springs free of the soft fabric, red and swollen and slick
with precum.
”Holy shit, it's so big.” It's not even a compliment- he is just stating the
obvious. Yuri's heart begins to pound from anticipation and his eyes go wide as
he slowly wraps his hand around Otabek's erection and gives it a stroke. ”Jesus
fucking Christ, Beka.”
He can't stop himself from thinking about climbing on top of Otabek and riding
him until he comes untouched all over Otabek's stomach. The thought makes his
cheeks warm and he feels his own cock stirring up under his skinny jeans. Not
now, Yuri tells himself. There'll be time for that later.
Otabek arches his back at the touch and tries to thrust into Yuri's fist, but
Yuri isn't having any of that. He places his hand firmly on Otabek's pelvis and
presses his hips down to the bed. Otabek's body tenses but, against Yuri's
expectations, he stays still. A smug smile makes its way onto Yuri's face and
he rewards Otabek with a single, agonizingly slow stroke.
”Relax,” Yuri whispers as he starts to stroke him in earnest, his other hand
still resting on Otabek's hip. The way Otabek moans through clenched teeth
makes him feel hot under the collar and Yuri has to bite his lip to keep
himself quiet- he sort of wants to moan as well but he wants to hear all the
little sounds Otabek is making even more.
He loves how easy it is to take Otabek apart, how he shivers and pants with
every twist of Yuri's wrist, how he's getting progressively louder as Yuri
works his cock. Knowing that he holds so much power over someone gives him such
a rush. It's the best kind of power trip.
”Fuck, Yura, I'm-”
Yuri shudders as he feels Otabek's cum gathering in his palm and spilling
between his fingers. He looks up and keeps his bright green eyes fixed on
Otabek's as he slowly lifts his hand to his mouth and begins to lick his
fingers clean. A little bit of drool slips out between the digits in his mouth
as he moans.
”Oh my god, you're too much,” Otabek mutters in an almost amused tone as he
shakes his head, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his
breath. ”You're just...”
Yuri tilts his head and grins. ”Filthy? Yeah, I know.”
 
-- 
 
Much to Yuri's dismay, Otabek still refuses to go all the way with him. That
doesn't keep Yuri from trying, though; a simple ”no” has never been enough to
stop him, and he's definitely not going down without a fight. Whatever Yuri
Plisetsky wants, he gets. One way or another.
He tries to reason with Otabek and convince him that he does know what he's
doing, but Otabek doesn't budge. When whining and complaining doesn't do the
trick either, Yuri has to get creative. His new plan of action is to seduce
Otabek by making him want Yuri so much that he has to give in to the
temptation. He's determined to succeed, no matter what it takes.
Public displays of affection aren't usually his thing, but they're a good
starting point and desperate times call for desperate measures. Yuri never
misses a chance to steal a kiss from Otabek in the middle of practice, or sit
on his lap when he's waiting for Lilia to pick him up, or put his hand on
Otabek's thigh when they're at the movies. Just little things to remind Otabek
that Yuri is interested in touching him and very much available, in case he's
interested.
When that doesn't work, at least not as quickly as Yuri wants it to, he becomes
less subtle in his actions. His iPod is filled with sexually suggestive songs
because Otabek always wants to know what Yuri is listening to and often steals
one of his headphones. He puts a lot of time and effort into planning his
outfits and only wears the kind of clothes he knows Otabek likes on him. He
keeps ”accidentally” dropping things whenever Otabek is around to have an
excuse to bend over and pick them up.
And their make-out sessions are hotter and steamier than ever. Yuri keeps
pushing the boundaries, taking things a little further every time and hoping
that Otabek would just give in and finally say yes.
Unfortunately Otabek seems to have an unbelievable amount of willpower, and
Yuri becomes more and more frustrated by the day. At this point even Yakov and
Lilia are beginning to notice that something is up with him; he can't focus on
anything and keeps making stupid mistakes during practice. They keep bothering
him about it but Yuri refuses to let them know what's going on. It's not like
he can just say, "Oh, my boyfriend won't have sex with me and all this
unresolved sexual tension is driving me insane, that's all."
”What's wrong?” Milla asks after yet another disasterous practice, sitting down
next to Yuri as he's taking off his skates. ”Come on, tell your big sister
what's bugging you. We all can tell that there's something on your mind.”
”Piss off, Milla, you're not my sister.”
”I'm your honorary big sister, you brat. Now spit it out.”
”My stupid boyfriend is being annoying and won't give me what I want,” Yuri
mutters. ”That's all. Not that it's any of your business.”
He doesn't elaborate on the subject but judging by the look on Milla's face she
knows exactly what he's talking about. She makes an 'awww' sound and ruffles
his hair, laughing loudly as Yuri swats her hand away.
”Have you tried giving him what he wants?” she asks. ”In my experience that
usually works. Work smarter, not harder, Yura. That's my advice to you.”
”That's... not a bad idea, actually.”
It's a very simple piece of advice but somehow it gives Yuri an idea. Maybe
it's something he could have come up with on his own, maybe not, but he thanks
Milla anyway. If this really is the answer to my problems, Yuri thinks to
himself as he takes out his phone and texts Otabek, I owe her one.
 
     (8:31pm) you free tomorrow night? can i come over?
     (8:33pm) sure
     (8:35pm) when will you be home?
     (8:40pm) around like 7 pm
     (8:41pm) cool. see you then. love you xx
     (8:43pm) love you too
 
--
 
Yuri can practically feel the nervous excitement rushing through his veins as
he lies on Otabek's bed. It's barely half past six in the evening but since
Yuri has the spare key to Otabek's room, he took the liberty of sneaking in to
get a few things ready. This is a special occasion and he wants to surprise his
boyfriend so everything needs to be spot on.
The lights have been dimmed and a carefully planned playlist appropriately
titled ”Sex Jams” is playing. His phone is turned off to make sure no one is
going to bother them. He has checked himself in the mirror a thousand times to
make sure he looks perfect. Everything is ready and now all he has to do is
wait. Somehow that is the hardest part.
He really hopes this is going to work. If Otabek turns him down again... Well,
Yuri has no idea what he's going to do if that happens. He's running out of
ideas and honestly, if Otabek is that determined to not have sex with him,
maybe he should just stop trying-
”Yura? What are you- oh fuck.”
Yuri's lips curl into a smirk as the door clicks closed and Otabek curses under
his breath. His eyes travel on Yuri's body, taking in the sight of him lounging
on the bed like an overgrown cat, dressed in white, lacy boyshorts and matching
stockings with bows and ribbons, held up by silver garters. That and nothing
else. Yuri looks like an angel, good enough to eat, and he knows it. He knows
it very, very well.
”Do you like it?” Yuri asks innocently, eyes twinkling. ”I wanted to surprise
you, so I took a look at your browing history the other day when I was using
your laptop... All is fair in love and war, right?”
”I do,” Otabek whispers, shrugging off his leather jacket, eyes glued to Yuri.
”I do, yeah- fuck, Yura, you're so hot like that.”
”I know.”
Before Yuri knows it Otabek is on the bed, hovering over him. His eyes are so
dark that Yuri could lose himself in them, even in such a dimly lit room, but
when he leans down and kisses Yuri's forehead, brow and finally his lips, it's
soft and delicate. The gentle movement of their tongues and the soft sound
their lips make send shivers down Yuri's spine and have him losing himself in
the feeling.
”Fuck, you're so beautiful. I- Yura, can I- are you sure this is what you
want?”
Yuri smiles as he cups Otabek's face with his hands, brushing his thumbs over
the cheekbones, and nods. ”Yeah. I want it to be you, Beka. I'm not nervous, or
scared or whatever- I'd trust you with my life. I love you.”
”I love you too.”
Otabek presses a kiss on Yuri's neck, earning a soft gasp from Yuri as his
teeth gently scrape against the sensitive skin; he knows that neck kisses are
Yuri's weakness and clearly doesn't hesitate to use that to his advantage.
He takes his time kissing his way down Yuri's collarbone and chest, each
movement slow and careful, treating Yuri like something precious that should be
treated with care. The kisses are accompanied with murmured praise- you're so
beautiful, Yura, so perfect, god, I love you so much- and it almost makes Yuri
choke up.
There's no way he'll ever regret this. There's no way he'll regret doing this
with someone he loves so much.
Yuri whines softly when Otabek runs his lips over his nipples. Since all his
attention is focused on what Otabek is doing to him, he's hyperaware of every
little feeling and that makes everything much more intense. The sound makes
Otabek chuckle and the vibrations cause Yuri's breath to catch in his throat.
”You're so cute, kitten.”
There's a sarcastic comment on the tip of Yuri's tongue but his mind goes blank
when Otabek slides down. The brush of his lips against the most sensitive spots
of his stomach takes his breath away and the pathetic, weak moans he hears come
from his mouth make the blush on his cheeks deepen to a dark crimson. He's so
preoccupied with everything else that's happening that he barely even notices
Otabek carefully undressing him, leaving him completely naked.
Yuri is proud and not prone to trusting others, and yet he doesn't hesitate to
bare himself to Otabek and let him see the most vulnerable parts of his body.
They both know how important that sentiment is. It speaks volumes about how
much Yuri trusts Otabek.
”You're wearing too many clothes,” Yuri mutters. ”At least take off your shirt
or something. It's not fair that I'm the only one who's naked here.”
Otabek flashes him a grin that makes Yuri's heart skip a beat and sits up for a
second to pull off his shirt and throws it on the floor. He then slides down
and settles himself between Yuri's thighs, lazily kissing his way down and
across both of them, occasionally nipping at the firm flesh and leaving bruises
that only he'll know are there.
Keeping Yuri's thighs stationary in his grasp, Otabek trails his tongue down
until he reaches Yuri's opening. Soon all Yuri is aware of is the tongue
stroking between his shaking thighs, wetting him thoroughly and finally sliding
inside him. It's indescribable how hot this is making him, and he can't reel in
all the choked sounds slipping out of him but tries to breathe through it. The
only thing floating around in his mind is how fucking perfect it feels and how
every single nerve on his body feels like it's on fire.
Yuri cries out audibly and throws his head back as a lube-covered finger enters
him- it's the first time someone else has done that to him and though the
feeling is a bit alien, it's not unpleasant. He can feel his body involuntarily
trying to suck the digit inside of himself, and knowing he's that desperate to
be filled with Otabek makes him whimper.
They kiss when a second finger enters Yuri, curling and stroking, and they
continue to kiss while Otabek presses his fingers deeper into Yuri's body. He
takes his time preparing Yuri, slowly and carefully fingering him open, while
Yuri slowly dissolves into a panting, moaning mess.
”Please, Beka.” Yuri is whining like a spoiled child, but it doesn't mask the
edge of desperation in his voice. ”I need it. Need you. Want you in me.
Please.”
”So impatient,” Otabek murmurs against his lips, pulling away from Yuri to
strip out of his pants. ”But at least you're asking nicely.”
Yuri's eyes never leave Otabek as he pours more lube into his hand and rubs it
over his length. He always thought he'd feel nervous when this moment finally
arrived, but he doesn't. He's impatient and frustrated, sure, but beneath all
of that he's calm. He wants this and he trusts Otabek. There's nothing to be
scared of.
He damn near sighs in relief when Otabek finally positions himself at his hole.
He's been waiting for so long- enough is enough.
”Ready?” Otabek asks, looking straight into his eyes.
”Yeah. I'm ready.”
A loud gasp leaves Yuri when Otabek finally starts to press into him. The
feeling of being stretched by that huge, thick cock is euphoric. The sensation
makes his body tighten and he can feel Otabek throbbing inside him when he
does, and it turns him on even more.
”Fuck,” Yuri half whispers, half whimpers once Otabek's finally all the way in.
This is even better than his dreams and he's already trembling, a thin sheen of
sweat highlighting the contours of his shaking frame. He knows he's not going
to last long but that can't be helped, he's too frustrated to be patient- and
they have all the time in the world.
When Otabek starts to move Yuri rolls his hips to meet his thrusts, his head
arched back onto the pillow. Every single move Otabek makes is slow and steady
and frustratingly controlled, and Yuri can feel his insides fluttering. His
breaths are rapid and uneven, the muscles in his abdomen are tensing and his
body is on fire.
Yuri digs his nails into Otabek's back as they kiss, deep enough to draw blood
and leave angry red marks on the flawless skin.
”Fuck, fuck, Beka, I'm gonna-”
Yuri's eyes snap open and he cries out as he comes, his eyes rolling to the
back of his head. His climax is easily the most intense one he's ever
experienced; he's overwhelmed with stimulation and the feeling has him having
full-body convulsions. Otabek grunts as the waves of Yuri's orgasm squeeze him,
making him come only a few seconds after him.
Yuri buries his face in the crook of Otabek's neck, panting, sweating and
drained, trembling with the aftershocks. He feels boneless and exhausted, like
he could fall asleep right there and then, but also thoroughly sated.
”Worth the wait?” Otabek asks once he can breathe properly and think straight
again.
”Yeah,” Yuri mutters and nods. ”I mean, I knew it would be, because it's you,
but... yeah.”
He can't see the way Otabek smiles as he places a kiss to the top of his head.
They lay there for a long while, just listening to each other breathe. They're
sticky and filthy but neither of them has the will or the energy to get up just
yet. Everything they need is right here; the rest of the world can wait until
they're ready.
”I love you.”
”I love you too.”
”Can we do that again after I take a nap?”
”Sure.” 
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