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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Christophe_Giacometti/Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Yuri_Plisetsky, Christophe_Giacometti
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Smut, Size_Difference, Size_Kink, Initiation, Semi-Public
      Sex, Age_Difference, Yuri_is_15, rare_pair_hell, actual_use_of_a_condom
      what's_happening_to_me?
  Collections:
      NSFW_Yurio_Week_-_Unanon
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-14 Words: 1928
****** Initiation into Eros ******
by annabeth
Summary
     "There's a certain… initiation," Christophe says with a soft smile.
     It oozes Eros and all sorts of other mature ideas.
Notes
     Written for nsfwyurioweek on Tumblr, day 4, size kink/size
     difference.
     Beta'd by ShadesofHades.
     I am enjoying rare pair hell with this one, guys!
See the end of the work for more notes
"Sooo," Christophe Giacometti says, lounging against the locker room door,
directly in Yuri's path. "You're in the Senior division now."
"Yeah? What the fuck is it to you, asshole?" Yuri snaps, trying to push by him.
"There's a certain… initiation," Christophe says with a soft smile. It oozes
Eros and all sorts of other mature ideas. Yuri feels like he's looking at
something not meant for children. It makes him shiver; he's not quite as upset
about having to stare at Christophe.
"Yeah? What kind of initiation?" Yuri challenges. The smile on Christophe's
face spreads even wider. He's wearing a robe—and nothing else.
"Well, mon cher, it's up to you if you want to participate, but I have to tell
you, I would absolutely love it if you did."
"I'm up for anything," Yuri boasts, puffing up his chest. He's fifteen—he's the
youngest boy in the Senior division. He has to make himself a space, and fast.
Make them respect him.
"Follow me if you're really ready for this," Christophe says. He reaches down
and palms his own cock, and that's when Yuri swallows, suddenly unsure of
himself. He wasn't kidding; he really is up for anything, but he didn't know
what he was getting into. "Not too late to back out, little kitten," Christophe
offers.
"Nah, fuck that shit," Yuri says, shrugging. Christophe's eyebrows rise a
little.
"Such a mouth on such a pretty little fairy," he says, then turns. He swings
his hips as he walks away, and Yuri follows, keen to find out what it's
like—what Christophe's promising.
"I'm not a fairy," Yuri grumbles.
"All right, a waif, then," Christophe says easily. Yuri scans his back,
starting from his ass—rounded and perfect—all the way up to the nape of his
neck. Christophe is tall. Much taller than Yuri and Viktor—and his shoulders
are twice the width of Yuri's. His hands are so large Yuri thinks Christophe
could span Yuri's entire stomach with one hand.
Maybe he is a waif.
Christophe leads him through the locker room to the back, where the stalls are.
He flips one open and holds it.
"After you, sweetheart," he says, and Yuri bristles at the term, but from what
he's heard, that's just Christophe's way. So he stomachs it and steps into the
stall.
There's a sign above the toilet that says out of order, and Yuri wonders just
how many people have been fucked—or done some fucking—in this particular stall.
He shakes his head a little and goes in, Christophe entering after him and
clicking the door shut, throwing the latch.
"This goes as far as you want it to go, pretty kitty," Christophe says. "You
can have a blowjob, you can suck me off, everything up to and including actual
fucking. What do you want?"
"Is it always you?" Yuri asks, his breathing already labored in the cramped
space. He can feel his young dick twitch in his track pants; yeah, he likes the
idea of this. Of being one of the guys. Of belonging.
"Not always, no," Christophe says, "but I volunteered especially for you. So
tiny. So cute. So foul-mouthed… I had to get a taste."
"Fuck me, then," Yuri says, shedding his track jacket and then his t-shirt
beneath. He's not ashamed of his body, and he's not uncomfortable with nudity.
It all comes with the territory of being a professional figure skater.
"One last chance: are you sure? You don't just want me to suck you off?"
"Do you want a piece of this ass, or not?" Yuri asks with more confidence than
he really feels, but that's pretty much his default setting. Everyone he's been
around lately is bigger and older, and Yuri wears his self-confidence as armor.
"Oh, I do indeed," Christophe says, licking his lower lip deliberately. He
shrugs out of his robe, hanging it on the back of the stall door, and lazily
caresses his cock to full hardness as he waits for Yuri to be ready.
Yuri shoves his track pants and briefs down his hips, letting them pool on the
floor and stepping out of them, shaking each foot to get them over his tiger
print sneakers. He inhales, hoping Christophe likes what he sees.
His mind boggles at the realization that his hips are so narrow compared to
Christophe's. From the raised eyebrow and the hand that scrubs through his
blond hair, Christophe is probably taking him in.
"You're so lovely and petite," Christophe says, wonder in his voice. "I'm so
grateful I'm the one who gets to introduce you to the Senior division."
"Hurry up," Yuri says with a snort. He's trying not to imagine what he looks
like in Christophe's perception.
When Christophe puts his hand on Yuri's hip, curling it around him, he can
literally brush his hipbone with his thumb and still cover half of his ass with
his palm. Jesus/
"You're so lovely," Christophe says, and leans down. He has to help Yuri go up
en pointe in order to reach Christophe's mouth. The kiss is simple, sweet. But
it's filled with so much eros Yuri's left gasping, his toes curled in his
sneakers. Christophe kisses him again, once, gently, almost no tongue, then
pulls back. "Turn around," he instructs, "and brace your arms on the wall."
Yuri does what he's told. He's not usually obedient, truth be told, but he
likes where this is going. Christophe is a great kisser—even if that was his
first real kiss—and he's been careful of him. Yuri likes that, as if he's
fragile. He supposes he might hate it in some other situation, but right now,
with butterflies in his belly, he's okay with a little fragility—as long as
Christophe doesn't know about it.
He hears the crinkle of a condom wrapper, and then Christophe's warm hand is
covering his dick, swallowing it completely. God, his hands are huge, and
Yuri's hopefully still growing. In fact, his cock grows a little in length and
thickness as Christophe rubs at it, bringing him all the way to full hardness.
"You can moan if you like," Christophe says cheerfully, thumbing over Yuri's
slit and smearing precome around.
"Christophe—"
"Call me Chris, if we're going to be lovers," Chris says. "You needn't stand on
ceremony with me."
"Touch me harder," Yuri orders. Chris's mouth is suddenly against his ear, a
smile curving his lips. It's like a brand on Yuri's skin and he hasn't even
done anything to him yet.
His hand covers Yuri's ass, and he splays it open, so that his thumb and
forefinger are on one ass cheek and his ring finger and pinky on the other,
with the middle finger delving inside.
It's slick, and absolutely huge, when he works it past the ring of muscle
there. Yuri gasps and his hips shake. Chris is patient, though, and cautious.
He manages to get the broad tip of his finger inside, then Yuri's body
tightens, and Chris brushes the hair away from his temple.
"Breathe and relax for me," he says softly. Yuri sucks in a breath and releases
it, using meditation techniques he knows from dealing with nerves in skating.
All of a sudden his body feels pliant and ready, and Chris slips his finger
inside up to the knuckle. "You're so small," he says. "I don't even know if you
can take my dick."
"But I want it," Yuri whines. He shoves back onto Chris's finger and they both
gasp when it sinks in deeper. Yuri finds his hips rolling without his volition,
pistoning in place as Chris starts to finger-fuck him.
When Chris adds another finger, Yuri winces slightly, but it's not so much pain
as pressure, and Yuri's okay with that. Even if it hurts, he's not going to
complain; he's no stranger to pain. Figure skating will do that to you.
"You stretch so nicely for me," Chris murmurs. "Are you ready, mon cher?"
"I'm ready," Yuri says, even though he has no idea if that's true. He hears the
crinkle of the condom wrapper again, and then something huge and blunt is
pressed against his entrance.
"Deep breath in, then let it out slowly as I push in," Chris instructs, and
Yuri complies; as his breath empties from his lungs, Chris's cockhead pops
through the ring of muscle and then he's inching his way into Yuri, slowly,
thick and scorching hot and throbbing. Or maybe it's Yuri's ass that is
throbbing; it's hard to tell. It doesn't matter.
The feeling is rich, like sucking on a dark chocolate, and heady, making his
brain stutter to a halt and his vision go blurry.
"You're doing so well, like a pro," Chris praises him, and then another
centimeter or so slips inside, into the clutch of his muscles. "Taking it so
well, baby. Just about—ah—yes, there," he adds, and Yuri can feel his much
larger pubic bone dig into his ass as Chris's cock is finally sheathed all the
way in his body.
He's not a virgin anymore. The thought excites him, and his cock dribbles
precome at it. Chris smudges it into his flesh and begins to jack him, long
slow strokes, and he doesn't wait, just starts to move his hips. He pulls back
a little, then slides back in, the lube on the condom making it easy for him to
go in and out.
He wraps his arm around Yuri's middle and Yuri is enveloped in his embrace,
Chris's strong, broad chest overwhelming him by its sheer size. He immediately
starts sweating, and the backs of his knees are wet as Chris fucks him slowly,
like a lover. His thrusts are almost unbearably gentle, and Yuri doesn't want
that. His hole is burning a little from the size of him, but he wants more.
"Harder," Yuri insists, and wiggles his ass to try and get Chris to speed
things up. "Faster."
"I'll hurt you," Chris says quietly, but Yuri scoffs.
"No, you won't," he says. "But I wanna feel it!"
He can feel Chris shrug, then he pulls back, almost all the way, and this time,
when he dives back in, he slams home hard.
Yuri's whole body bounces from the impact, his hands pressed tight to the wall
of the cubicle. He shivers and leans up a little, tilting his head back. Chris
obliges him again, another forceful plunge into his body, stroking every inch
of his inner walls.
"Oh," Yuri says in wonder, and then he's spilling over Chris's hand, orgasm
taking him completely by surprise. It's never been like this on his own—so
powerful. His eyes slam shut and he's wracked with shudders as Chris pumps into
him a few more times before withdrawing.
He doesn't feel Chris come, and he figures out why when he manages to crack
open his eyes and look over his shoulder. Chris has tugged off the condom and
is jerking himself, cock over the toilet, until he comes with a theatrically
loud moan.
His come spatters in the bowl and Yuri is still braced against the wall, trying
to breathe, to recover.
"Was it good for you, mon cher?" Chris asks, wiping his hands with toilet paper
and then reaching for his robe.
"Fuck yeah," Yuri says, but he can't move; his knees are jelly.
"I'll just let you get your strength back," Chris says, "then we can join the
other skaters."
"Yeah. Fuck. Good idea," Yuri says, and breathes heavily against his forearm.
                                     end.
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