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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Katsuki_Yuuri/Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Katsuki_Yuuri, Yuri_Plisetsky
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Dubious_Consent, Blow_Jobs, Semi-Public_Sex, First_Time,
      Drabble, Episode_3, because_I'm_sure_I'm_not_the_only_one_still_sweating
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-26 Words: 1358
****** Freeze Pop ******
by delightedgurgle
Summary
     Premise: "Do you even understand what the term sexual means? If you
     suck then my win means nothing."
     A drabble where Yuri takes one for the team.
Notes
     1. In case you missed the tags/warning: underage and pretty dubious
     consent. If you don't like that then don't read this. Doing so will
     cause upset stomach and gas for multiple hours.
     2. In_case_you_were_like_"freez?e_pop?????_?"
     3. In case you have high expectations despite the disclaimer
     "drabble": I wrote this fast and didn't edit it so it's not gonna be
     SUPER well written. Whatever.
     4. In case you care: OOC, probably (definitely)
     5. Yuri vs Yuuri, spelling-wise, is a really annoying thing to
     remember when you're writing, so apologies if there are parts where
     it should be Yuri instead of Yuuri or vice versa. I tried :(
See the end of the work for more notes
Yuri’s busy thinking about his own shit, but it still keeps popping up in his
head.
They’re both putting their skates on before practice in the perpetually empty
locker room when he snaps.
“Seriously? A pork cutlet bowl?!”
“Y-Yes.”
What the fuck.
“What the fuck?! Do you even understand what the term sexual means?”
Yuuri makes a small noise like he’s about to attempt a response. Yuri waves at
him dismissively, a disgusted look on his face from just thinking about how
lame whatever was going to come out of his mouth would be.
“How is it possible that you’re still a virgin. People will throw themselves at
athletes after performances. Regardless of their FUCK UPS. Especially if it’s
on tv.”
Yuuri looks like he’s considering the wrong part of what Yuri just said.
“But you’re only 15.” His face is scrunched up at the scandal of it.
Yuri cannot even control the rolling of his eyes.
“Oh fuck off. Listen I don’t even care, but I’m not even going to have to try
to beat you at this rate. It’s not even a competition. And that’s great for me
and everything but it’s really no fun.”
Yuuri looks indignant like that's ~totally not true~. He's doing that self-
conscious sputtering thing. It is annoying.
“Fine. Fine.” Yuri says, almost to himself. “Sit down.” Yuuri looks confused
but he does it anyway. “And try not to say anything stupid,” Yuri adds as an
afterthought.
Yuuri looks offended, but still more confused than anything else. That
expression turns to shock when Yuri’s lips land on his own, soft and confident.
Yuuri pulls away, face red and heart going mad.
“You’re fifteen!” he yells.
“And you’re a fucking idiot. Not exactly my top choice for people I want my
mouth on, you know.”
“Then why!”
Yuri’s still pretty close to him.
“Because you clearly aren’t gonna get it from anyone else before we compete and
if you suck then my win means nothing.”
Yuuri can’t think of anything to say. It’s absurd.
Yuri has half a mind to kick him over so he’s laying on the bench. It would
help relieve some of his irritation. Probably. But he’s still wearing his
skates and that would maybe kill him, which would be lovely but.. Maybe some
other time. So he pushes him roughly instead. One of Yuuri’s legs flails a
little before settling on the other side of the bench. Yuri crawls up after
him, slotting himself in between his legs and leaning down with his forearm
next to Yuuri’s head. He’s close again and Yuuri looks terrified, eyes wide.
Yuri doesn’t get it. It’s not scary.
“It’s not going to hurt,” Yuri says, almost, almost feeling pity for how
frightened Yuuri looks.
Yuuri makes a face like Yuri is missing a point, which seems ridiculous.
“That’s not-!”
Yuri rolls his eyes again and closes the distance between them quickly. Better
to just shut him up. Yuuri still seems too terrified to actually reciprocate,
so he kisses a line down to his neck, dragging his lips over it before sucking
a spot under his ear. Yuuri makes a tiny sound like he likes it. Yuri takes his
earlobe into his teeth, nipping gently and licking along the shell.
“You don’t have to do anything.” Yuri says. He’s not looking at Yuuri. He’s
just the tiniest bit embarrassed himself.
Yuri places surprisingly soft kisses over his neck and jaw and ear,
experimenting to see what will have the most favorable effect. Yuuri isn’t
resisting anymore. Maybe he’s realized he actually does need help. He seems a
little surprised by how good it feels and Yuri does some quick math and comes
to the conclusion that Yuuri is probably even less experienced than he
originally thought. Which is oddly thrilling.
His free hand very gradually moves lower, and when it reaches its target, he
shifts down before Yuuri can say anything annoying.
Then his mouth is around Yuuri’s cock, soft and hot and wet, and Yuuri cannot
understand how a mouth this vicious can feel so soft and gentle. He’s not sure
what he was expecting this to feel like or be like, but it wasn’t this. Its..
It’s really good. He figured it couldn’t be too much different from his own
hand but ahhh it isss. Yuri hasn’t even done much yet but he’s already hard.
Yuri looks up at him and Yuuri’s eyes go big again and he’s all blushy. His
skull slams back against the metal bench, cold against his head, and he covers
his face.
“Suit yourself,” Yuri thinks, like yuuri is being fuckin WEAK. But
subconsciously he’s kindof glad. But also kindof not glad because he’s a small
brat who thrives on a complex cocktail of negative and positive attention.
Anyway.
Yuuri can’t stop thinking that this is disgusting and wrong that a fifteen year
old--a child--is doing this to him. It’s fucked up. His brain says that, but
his cock doesn’t seem to mind. It feels really, really good. And even though
his eyes are covered against the DEBAUCHERY he can still hear it, the licking
and sucking noises seemingly fucking echoing in the empty space. And no one
probably will, but what if someone walked in right now? It’s setting him on
edge, making him feel URGENT and-
Yuuri jerks as Yuri tugs down, sinful little tongue flicking over the exposed
head and into the slit. He arches his back, head grinding against the bench and
probably fucking his hair up. His eyes fly open and he makes an embarrassing
kindof strangled sound.
Yuri smirks. He can’t help it.
“Alright let’s kill him,” he thinks to himself, and then bobs his head all the
way down until he feels Yuuri’s cock at the back of his throat. He stays there
for a moment, letting both of them get used to it. Yuuri doesn’t seem like he
is gonna get used to it, ever. He’s writhing like he’s trying to get away and
get more at the same time. His hands have moved from covering his face to
tangle in his hair. He pulls it harshly.
That is cute and everything, but Yuri reminds himself that this is the dick of
an annoying, incompetent fuck presently in his mouth. He’d scowl if his lips
weren’t so thoroughly occupied. He pulls off, hand wrapping around to replace
his mouth, looking up to assess how close he is to completing this run-of-the-
mill chore. His lips shine with spit and precome. He starts a brisk pace with
his hand, panting just a little. Yuuri looks like he’s suffering. That’s a good
sign. Just a little more.
He lowers his head again and swirls his tongue around the head.
Yuuri makes a pained noise, one of his hands shooting down to weakly push
Yuri’s head away.
“D-don’t! I’m-oh my god-”
Yuri tries very hard to empathize but he is extremely irritated by the hand on
his head. He wrenches it off with as much aggression as possible.
“It’s fine.” He growls, “The whole point is to come.” … “But don’t fucking
touch me again.”
Yuuri’s brain is firing about 1,000 signals at once, thoughts blurring together
in hysteria and ecstasy. It’s something like: Close close how is- so good- wet-
fuck fuck fuck- fifteen- so good- stop- dontstop- just- !!hh!!!h!!!!
“Yuri! Ah Yuri I’m---”
Yuuri scrambles to warn Yuri as he feels his orgasm about to hit him, still too
uselessly embarrassed to say something as lewd as “I’m gonna come.”
And to his horror and delight, Yuri doesn’t move, just lets Yuuri come over his
tongue like it’s the simplest thing. Yuuri glances down just as Yuri pulls off,
a little come streaking down his lip. Their eyes meet and Yuuri’s blush
deepens, which seems upsettingly impossible. Yuri stands up, smirking again,
and brushes his thumb over his lip to wipe off the come. He leans over Yuuri
and smears it over the corner of his still panting mouth. He smacks Yuuri’s
cheek twice with a cupped hand in mock good nature.
“Pork cutlet bowls don’t do that.”
End Notes
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