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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov, Katsuki_Yuuri/Yuri_Plisetsky, Victor
      Nikiforov/Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov/Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Katsuki_Yuuri, Victor_Nikiforov, Yuri_Plisetsky
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome, Anal_Sex, Blow_Jobs, Hand_Jobs, First_Time, Anal_Fingering,
      Yurio_is_still_a_bit_kinky, Semi-consensual_Voyeurism
  Series:
      Part 2 of Russian_Sandwich
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-30 Words: 4314
****** Keep It Down Over There! ******
by Redawilo
Summary
     Yuri is staying in Russia for a while. For several reasons Yurio is
     now living with him and Victor. He quickly learns that the lovey-
     dovey couple can never keep their hands off each other. And what's
     worse is that they don't seem to care if he's in the room when they
     start to get frisky!
     But maybe, just maybe, that's deliberate...
Notes
     This is a sort-of sequel to the other fic in the series. It can be
     enjoyed without reading that, though, as it is only referenced twice
     and enough of what happened can be gathered from those two
     mentionings.
     Like many, I've adopted the "Yurio has a crush on Yuri" theory since
     my last work. So this new fic might feel a little odd if you are
     coming straight out of my old fic where Yurio was a lot more into
     Victor.
See the end of the work for more notes
Katsuki Yuri was in Russia now, and while he wouldn’t ever admit it Yurio
couldn’t be happier about it. Well...okay that is a lie. He could most
certainly be happier about it. Why? Because although it meant he got to see the
Japanese man every day, it also meant that Yuri and Victor were almost
constantly flirting with each other. Yurio was still not happy about their
engagement, and the only solace he was able to take from it was that he had
barely managed to beat that katsudon for the GPF gold medal so they weren’t
going to be married anytime soon.
A strange series of circumstances had made things even more annoying than just
their flirting, however. The lovey-dovey couple had invited Yurio to stay with
them in their apartment. It was an offer that would get Yurio away from Yakov
and Lilia, which he was all for, as well as would save him some money as he was
looking to rent a place of his own anyway. At first the boy refused, but the
two kept insisting. And so despite knowing how unbearable living with the
couple would be, Yurio finally agreed and with Lilia’s permission moved in with
them.
A few days was all it took for Yurio to realize that this was indeed the worst
decision he had ever made. Sure, the two were insufferable in public, but in
the privacy of their little home there was hardly a time when Yurio didn’t feel
like barfing around them. They were always touching! They would hold hands
while eating, lean on or hug each other while cooking or cleaning, and of
course the sofa had become a prime cuddle-zone. Yurio tried to avoid them as
much as possible, but of course he couldn’t stay away from them all the time.
When he moved in with them, one of the first things Yurio had bought for
himself was a large bean bag chair. It was tiger-striped and most certainly not
an impulse buy, no matter how much Yuri teased him about having suddenly
snatched the magazine it had been advertised in away and how quickly he had
dialed the number up on his phone. It had become a bit of a saving grace for
him. He had tucked it into a corner of the living room, a corner that quickly
became what the annoying couple jokingly called “the Yurio den” where it would
eventually be joined by other odds and ends that Yurio typically kept within
arm’s reach while relaxing. From that spot he could see the TV and a small part
of the kitchen. But most importantly he was behind the couch, which meant that
he had a small amount of shielding from Yuri and Victor’s cuddling.
However, the bean bag couldn’t shield him from everything. There were still
plenty of places in the house where Yuri and Victor could be disgusting and in
full view of Yurio. A couple of weeks into their living together the three of
them were eating dinner when Yuri suddenly flushed and took a long, slow, deep
breath. Yurio of course raised an eyebrow at him before noticing the smile
playing on Victor’s lips. A few seconds ticked by, and Yuri’s knuckles turned
white from gripping his fork so tightly and he shot a glare up at his fiancé
across the table. It clicked what was happening, and Yurio abruptly got up from
the table.
“SICK!” he spat at them, gathering up his plate, silverware, and glass. “If
you’re going to fondle each other under the table, at least wait until I’m done
eating!” he shouted, storming out of the kitchen and locking himself in his
bedroom.
This was only the first of many disgusting situations that came up. It was one
thing if Yurio left his bedroom to get a drink and happened to walk in on the
pair getting a little too handsy in the living room, it was another when they
would start things while he was already in the room. And unfortunately the
latter had begun to happen more and more often. At first Yurio would yell at
them and leave in disgust. But after a while that became too exhausting and it
was clear they weren’t going to stop if he kept giving them privacy. So he
tried another approach. Instead he would just loudly call them gross and put
his headphones on, turning on music or a video on his phone and would ignore
them. His hope was that they would take the hint that they couldn’t make him
leave and so would have to retreat into their own room.
It didn’t work.
Not really, anyway. By the time Yuri and Victor would stumble their way into
their bedroom both were sporting obvious hard-ons and the sounds of their
making out and heaving breathing and soft moans had already filled the main
area of the apartment. Yurio counted it as a blessing that his ears could take
having the volume up high enough to drown them out. Most of the time, at least.
As the night in the hotel before the Rostelecom Cup had informed him, Yuri and
Victor were most certainly capable of being loud enough to cut through just
about anything. Those times were the worst. When that happened and they finally
retreated to their room, Yurio would have to quickly get up and go to his. It
was uncomfortable, and he chastised himself for being just as gross for getting
turned on by the sounds of their foreplay, but he couldn’t help it! They were
both attractive, and he was harboring a crush on Yuri (although he would never
in a million years admit to it), and he was a healthy teenager! The way he saw
it, there was no way he couldn’t get at least a tiny bit aroused whenever he
would catch them sucking on each other’s necks.
One evening they were all relaxing in the living room. Victor and Yuri were
watching some Japanese movie that the younger man had been saying they should
watch all week. From his corner Yurio could tell that both were stretched
across the length of the sofa, Yuri on top of Victor. Yurio was scrolling
through Instagram and completely ignoring the movie. He shifted further into
his bean bag, and through the noise of it he thought he heard something else.
He froze and strained his ears. A second later there was a wet sound and a
quick glimpse towards the couch was enough to tell the boy that his roommates
were paying about as much attention to the movie as he was. With a silent groan
Yurio pulled on his headphones and fired up his music.
He grimaced. He had forgotten to charge his battery the night before and had
been too lazy to plug it in all day. His phone was running on only 17% power.
He prayed it would last long enough for the pair to leave the room. The loud
music hammered at his ears, and fortunately Yuri and Victor weren’t being their
loudest. But the minutes ticked by slowly, and much to Yurio’s dismay his
battery meter was getting lower and lower. With half a dozen social media apps
being open and music blaring, that 17% was now down to 10%. A warning popped up
telling Yurio to close things and/or plug it in, and he dismissed it. He closed
all but the music app, but it was all for naught. The battery drained all the
way down to 5%, and then his phone shut off, taking the music with it.
As if the world were testing him, Victor released a needy moan immediately
after. Yurio heard Yuri chuckle, followed by the distinct sound of wet lips
meeting skin. Yurio was about to get up and leave when he heard Victor whisper.
“Yurio’s still in the room.”
“His headphones are on. Keep it down and we’ll be fine.”
Victor hummed at that. “Yuriii~ I didn’t know you were so naughty!”
“If he didn’t like it, he’d leave. Remember at the hotel?”
The only response to that was a soft giggle followed by another wet kiss.
Yurio felt his face flush. They couldn’t possibly mean…? Oh God. OH GOD! They
heard that?! No way. There was no way they had. Yurio’s grip tightened on his
phone. He wanted to dig through the audio files on it to play the recording he
had taken of Yuri and Victor having sex. He hadn’t listened to it even once
since it had been made, and so he had no idea just how loud he had been at the
time. Not to mention the question of how they would knew it was him even if he
had been far louder than intended.
While Yurio panicked in silence, Yuri and Victor had stepped up their actions.
Yurio caught a glimpse of Victor’s shirt being stripped off his outstretched
arms and it got tossed onto the floor between the couch and the TV. A short
gasp followed by Yuri’s name escaping Victor’s lips followed. The sound went
straight to Yurio’s crotch and the boy cursed his luck. Now was his chance. If
he got up and went to his room now, neither man would ask questions. But if he
waited any longer it would become apparent that his headphones were completely
for show at the moment. Not that he expected the men to look up from what they
were doing in order to see the problem.
Things continued to escalate. Yuri’s shirt was removed, followed by two pairs
of pants and underwear. Their heavy panting and moaning became almost as loud
as the TV, and Yurio was certainly paying more attention to the action on the
couch than he was whatever action scene was taking place in the movie. He
shifted uncomfortably. God he was hard! A shaky hand reached for the front of
his pants and he barely managed to bite his lip and stop himself. He might be
perverted enough to listen to his crush and the man’s fiancé having sex on the
couch nearby, but he wasn’t going to degrade himself by masturbating in the
same room as them!
Yuri moved on the couch. Yurio watched silently as he slid down Victor’s body,
as was evident by his bare ass peeking out from around the sofa. Victor moaned
loudly and Yuri let out a muffled chuckle. Slick, wet sounds filled the room,
punctuated now and then by a slurp or a moan. Yurio exhaled silently, closing
his eyes and sitting on his hands. He couldn’t lie to himself; he wanted so
badly to have Yuri’s mouth on his dick instead. He listened as the Japanese man
sucked off the older Russian, and when he slid an eye open to gaze towards the
couch again he barely restrained a whine. Victor had his fingers inside of
Yuri! The sight made Yurio’s cock twitch and his butt clench involuntarily.
That was it! He couldn’t take it anymore!
He threw off his headphones and scrambled to his feet. He had intended on going
back to his room to relieve himself, but apparently his sudden loud movement
had actually managed to draw the attention of the naked couple on the couch.
Two heads peeked over the back of it, and Yurio was all too aware of the
prominent problem in the front of his pants. His cheeks burned as he glared
down at them.
“How many times do I have to tell you to get a room?!” he shouted angrily,
feeling more embarrassed than he ever had in his life.
He was about to turn around and stomp his way into his room when a smirk
crossed Yuri’s face. He exchanged the quickest of glances with Victor before
speaking.
“Why don’t you join us?”
Yurio stopped mid-turn. He whipped his head back towards them, utter shock
crossing his face. He wanted to scream about how gross that was. Wanted to
declare the two of them the most disgusting people he had ever met. He didn’t
care if his penis said otherwise!
“Are you kidding me?” was what he actually said. He wasn’t incredulous or
angry, either. His voice and expression had betrayed him by only showing
genuine curiosity.
“Of course not.” Yuri laughed, sitting up better. “If we weren’t comfortable
with you being here, we’d have gone into the other room.”
Victor draped himself over the back of the couch, a lop-sided smile on his
face. “Yuri gives the best blow jobs~” he chimed in happily.
Yuri at least had the decency to blush at that. “Victor!”
“It’s true.” The older Russian stated, leaning over onto him and kissing his
ear.
Yurio ran his hand down his face. “You two are so gross.” He grumbled.
“What does that say about you?” Yuri asked with a laugh. No one needed to point
out exactly what that meant. “Are you going to join us or not?”
Yurio glanced over his shoulder at his bedroom door. He may be in deep now, but
he still had a chance to escape. He clutched his phone tightly. He begged
himself to retreat. He prayed that he had the strength to end all of this and
go back to his room. It was embarrassing enough as it was. He didn’t need to
take things further.
“…Not out here.” He whispered. He received a pair of puzzled sounds from the
men in the room. He glared down at them again. “Not out here! That couch is too
small for three of us! If I’m going to degrade myself like this, the least I
can demand is a bed!”
Why had he just said that? Yurio’s mind raced with panic at the matching
shining smiles Yuri and Victor were giving him now. The pair nodded at each
other and clambered up from the couch. Yurio swallowed thickly as he got his
first full-frontal view of both of them while they were erect. Victor snatched
up the lube he had obviously been using on Yuri and led the way to their
bedroom. Yuri motioned for Yurio to follow and waited for the boy to drop his
phone onto his bean bag. As Yurio took his first few steps towards the bedroom,
Yuri approached him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist forever.” He stated before leaning in
and pressing their lips together.
Yurio was done. He was completely and utterly done. All his inner screaming and
complaints were stamped out with one simple kiss. He pressed himself
unconsciously into Yuri and parted his lips eagerly when the man swept his
tongue across them. Yurio had kissed before, but never with tongues. He groaned
at the feeling of another wet organ sliding against his own. Saliva trickled
from a corner of their lips down his chin, but Yurio couldn’t care less. He
gripped Yuri’s shoulders tightly, dying for there to be more than just a kiss
happening between them.
They parted when they heard a groan that did not belong to either of them.
Victor was leaning on the frame of the door to the bedroom, having come out to
see what was taking so long. Clearly the sight of his fiancé and the teenager
making out had had an effect on him. His eyes were half-lidded and his tongue
lightly swiped across his lower lip.
“You both are such teases.” The Russian man whined.
“Sorry Victor. We’re coming now.” Yuri laughed, stepping away from Yurio and
leading the boy into the room.
As soon as Yurio was in the bedroom Victor scooped him up into his arms, making
the boy yelp before dumping him onto the bed and climbing on top of him. Yurio
hardly had any time to recover before once again his mouth was invaded by a
foreign tongue. Victor’s lips were softer, and just a little sweet. It wasn’t
all that surprising, as the older Russian was better about using lip balm than
Yuri ever was. His mouth on the other hand had its own Victor-y flavor. And it
was intoxicating.
Yurio hummed into the kiss, raising his arms to loop around Victor’s neck. When
the man moved from his mouth to let the boy breathe, he refocused his attention
on the sensitive skin beneath Yurio’s ear. The boy moaned loudly. He felt
rather than heard a laugh breathed onto his neck and goosebumps ran down his
spine. A moment later the bed beside him sank and a hand pushed his shirt up to
his chest. Yuri’s fingers traced the thin, lithe muscles of Yurio’s stomach and
the boy shivered beneath his touch.
“Have you ever done this before?” Yuri asked him. Yurio couldn’t trust his
voice and instead shook his head frantically. It should have been embarrassing
for him to admit to his virginity, but he couldn’t care anymore. “Then we’ll go
easy on you.”
“I’m…” he breathed, amazed with himself at how difficult the simple act of
talking was. “I’m not so…so deli…cate…”
“Nope.” Victor stated into the skin of his neck. “We have practice tomorrow and
we can’t have people asking why you’re sore.”
Yurio grumbled out a few curses. Victor left his neck and the boy sat up to
allow Yuri to remove his shirt. Yuri gave Victor’s shoulder a light push and
the two switched places. Yuri propped himself up over the boy and quickly went
to work on his chest. Yurio whined as his crush’s teeth grazed a nipple and his
back arched off the bed. Beside them, Victor popped open the bottle of lube and
applied a generous amount to his fingers. Without any prompting Yuri undid the
button and zipper on Yurio’s pants and the boy lifted his hips so that they and
his boxers could be removed in one go.
His dick was leaking just a little and was laying flush against his stomach.
Both men eyed him up lovingly, and Yurio felt the slightest sting of self-
consciousness. He didn’t dare try to cover himself up though, and instead
fought it by spreading his legs further and casting Victor a challenging smirk.
The older Russian let out a shaky breath. Yuri lifted one of Yurio’s legs at
the knee and rested his thigh against his shoulder. The boy gasped as the
Japanese man kissed along the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, getting closer
and closer to his hard-on. Victor’s finger found his hole first, and after
reflexively clenching up Yurio took a deep breath and relaxed again. He gave
the tiniest of nods and Victor pushed in.
It wasn’t so different than when he did it to himself, Yurio decided, although
it was definitely bigger than his finger and Victor could go deeper. He let out
several ragged breaths and Victor began to thrust his finger inside of him. A
few thrusts in Yurio panted for more, and Victor complied by inserting a
second. He scissored them a little and curled them inside, pressing into his
prostate. Yurio gasped loudly, eyes clenching tight. Between his legs Yuri
laughed and placed a series of wet kisses over the coarse hairs around his
dick.
Finally Yuri took the tip into his mouth. Yurio’s back arched violently at the
sensation, and Yuri had to forcefully pin him back down by the hips. The man
could certainly take having his throat fucked, but that didn’t mean he was
prepared for it at the moment. He sucked on the head before moving further down
the shaft, pausing to suck or lick the underside every so often. Once he had
the full length in his mouth, the head brushing the back of his throat, he
pulled almost all the way off again. Yurio’s mouth fell open, breathless, and
Yuri took him all the way back in again in one fluid motion. Beside them Victor
let out a giggle.
“I told you he was the best.” He muttered softly, voice full of love.
Yurio didn’t even have the strength or presence of mind to berate him. He was
panting heavily, every breath desperate to fill his lungs that were stubbornly
refusing to take in air. He might’ve felt Victor adding a third finger, but
honestly he was so far gone that he was entirely uncertain. The boy was coming
undone, and he wanted to at least give Yuri some sort of warning. He only
managed to choke out “C-com-” before he released himself down the Japanese
man’s throat. Yuri swallowed everything in stride. The boy thought somewhere in
the back of his mind that it was impressive. He went limp against the bed,
panting in earnest to recover his breath. Victor removed his fingers and Yurio
opened his eyes.
The view that greeted him was nearly enough to make him moan. While Victor had
been fingering the boy with one hand, the other had been working on his own
backside. Yuri took a moment to stroke himself, coating his aching erection
with a little more lube. Victor laid on his back and spread his legs for his
fiancé, who wasted no time positioning himself and gently pushing in. Victor
whimpered and tossed back his head, clearly loving the feeling of being filled
to the brim. The semi-frantic pace Yuri set and the way Victor’s cock leaked
profusely spoke volumes of how close both of them were. When Victor reached for
his own dick, Yurio rolled over and smacked his hand out of the way.
“Me too…” he muttered, wrapping his hand around the weeping appendage. “I want
to help.”
Victor had no complaints with this situation. He gripped the sheets until his
knuckles turned white. Yuri pounded into him roughly, Victor’s name falling
from his lips like a mantra. A tinge of jealousy swept over Yurio and he picked
himself up off the bed. Without stopping his hand for a moment, he pulled Yuri
in for a kiss. The man’s mouth was already open from his heavy breathing, and
Yurio invaded it with his tongue eagerly. Below them Victor cracked open an eye
and let out the softest “Yes…” at the sight before biting back yet another
moan.
Both men came at about the same time. Victor’s breathing hitched and his cock
splattered his stomach and Yurio’s hand. Yuri on the other hand groaned into
Yuri’s mouth and his hips stuttered. Yurio milked Victor dry until the man
flopped back onto the bed, completely exhausted. Yuri waited a moment before
pulling out and rolling onto the other side of his fiancé. Yurio grinned down
at the two of them, marveling at their twin panting as they come down from
their climaxes. He briefly entertained a thought before deciding he may as well
do it. He flopped over on top of them, laying across both of their chests.
Victor let out an “oof” at the impact and Yuri laughed, running a hand through
the boy’s hair. Yurio closed his eyes and turned his head into the affectionate
gesture, allowing himself to enjoy being pet.
“We should probably clean up.” Yuri stated after a few minutes. Yurio let out a
non-committal grunt.
“We should.” Victor agreed, patting Yurio’s thighs on top of him. “I need to
clean myself out. A word of warning for you, Yurio; semen does not feel great
inside you when it starts to dry.”
“Gross.” Yurio mumbled.
“And lube should be cleaned out, too.” Yuri added.
“I know that!” the boy cried out. “I get it, I get it. I’ll get up.” He sighed,
carefully picking himself up so as not to hurt either man. He got to his feet
and looked around to find his underwear. He pulled it on, and noticed the
couple had sat up and were exchanging a kiss in the meantime. He rolled his
eyes and picked up the rest of his clothes. “You two are obnoxious.”
Both men laughed, finding no venom to the boy’s words at all. Yurio didn’t
blame them. He still found it weird how affectionate they were with each other,
but he did just have sex with them. Before he left their room, Victor caught
him by the arm and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.
“This doesn’t have to be a one-time thing, okay?” he informed him. “You don’t
have to join us every time, but you’re welcome to come between us if we ever
make you uncomfortable again.”
“Or even if you’re just feeling a little frisky yourself.” Yuri chimed in.
“Or that. Both of us would love to do this again some time. Or we could do
things one-on-one. Whatever you want.”
Yurio shook his head and looked away from them, his cheeks coloring despite
himself. “Right. Whatever. Let go of me.”
Victor released him and Yurio hesitated before quickly kissing him again and
hurrying out of the room. He crossed the living room where the movie they had
been ignoring had ended and was now looping on the main menu. He snatched up
his phone and headphones from his bean bag and slammed the door to his bedroom
closed behind him.
To be honest he had been hoping to lose his virginity before his seventeenth
birthday one way or another. He hadn’t ever in his wildest dreams actually
expected it to happen like it just had. His heart was beating like crazy as he
thought about it. He had just had sex with his crush and his crush’s handsome
fiancé. By all accounts his first time had been better than he had ever allowed
himself to imagine. A faint smile played at his lips as he entered his personal
bathroom and turned on the shower.
Yeah. All things considered, he had a pretty awesome deal presented to him. He
decided he liked it.
End Notes
     I noticed a weird and somewhat gross trend in other Yuri/Victor/Yurio
     fics. The trend can be summed up as:
     Victor starts things. Yuri barely says anything throughout the sexy
     times. Yurio doesn't really consent so much as he is dragged into
     everything. Yurio is clearly way more into the thought of doing it
     with Victor. Yurio gets awkwardly passed off from Victor to Yuri like
     he's some toy for them to trade off and play with. Yurio gets kissed
     by Yuri and hates it, but gives up because he's a horny teenager who
     just wants to do the sex. Once Yurio has come, Victor and Yuri then
     turn their attention back to each other and pretty much ignore Yurio
     from there on out.
     I set out writing this with the intention of avoiding that trend. I
     hope you enjoyed the change as much as I did!
     And also if you found any errors, by all means point them out to me!
     Especially when catching any Yuri-Yurio name mishaps can be difficult
     to do when I am my own beta reader. =|
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