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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Victor_Nikiforov/Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Victor_Nikiforov, Yuri_Plisetsky
  Additional Tags:
      Kissing, Anal_Fingering, Blow_Jobs, Anal_Sex, Jealousy, slight_jealousy,
      Confessions, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Porn_with_Feelings
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-08 Words: 3870
****** Kissing Pigs ******
by Phayte
Summary
     Victor knew Yuri was jealous of Yuuri-- he needed to show him there
     was no reason to be.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
“So wait… you are not engaged and not getting married?” Yuri asked as he laid
back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
“I already told you we weren’t,” Victor explained as he sat on the edge of the
bed.
“But you said at dinner the other night…”
“I know what I said, but we aren’t.”
“You kissed him,” Yuri mumbled.
“Da, I did.”
“Why?”
Victor shrugged and sat back on the headboard. “Was one of those in the moment
things. Didn’t mean anything.”
Yuri sat up and glared at Victor, “You kissed him!”
“I’ve kissed a lot of people.”
Yuri groaned and flopped back against the mattress, his arms spread out to the
side of them. “You aren’t even making sense. You still wear that garbage for a
ring. I won gold.”
Victor wrapped his hand around the thin ankle laid next to him. “The ring was a
gift for good luck.”
Yuri sat up again, propping back on his elbows, “Do you love him?”
“Of course I do,” Victor replied.
It was then he saw the flinch in Yuri’s face. Rubbing his thumb over Yuri’s
ankle, trying to sooth him. Yuri tried to hide his feelings, but Victor knew
better— he knew Yuri, better than Yuri knew himself. He wanted Yuri to
understand that he loved Yuuri, but not the way he was thinking he did.
“So you do love him,” Yuri mumbled.
“Yurio, listen—”
“—that’s not my fucking name!” Yuri said as he jerked his foot away from
Victor’s reach.
“Oh you like it no matter how much you cringe,” Victor said with a chuckle.
“You let Yuuko and the triplets call you that.”
“It is different when they say it,” Yuri said as he looked away from Victor.
“You’re upset,” Victor said.
“No shit.”
“Why?” Victor asked.
“Cause you fucking love him! That pig!”
Victor shook his head and moved so he was leaned towards Yuri— pressing him
back into the mattress without touching him, his body looming over him.
“Platonically. I love him like I love a brother,” Victor said, his face mere
inches from Yuri’s.
Yuri turned his face away so he was not looking at Victor’s face. “You still
kissed him.”
“I’ve kissed him quite a bit, but it is not what you think,” Victor said.
“Have you fucked him?” Yuri whispered.
Victor shook his head, “No. We have not done anything.”
“But you love him.”
“Yes.”
“How does that even work?” Yuri asked.
“Well, you fuck me and you don’t love me,” Victor said with a smirk and wink.
Yuri growled and pushed at Victor’s chest. He was too close and Yuri was mad.
Victor moved and sat back again against the headboard, watching Yuri sit up and
draw his knees to his chest. He knew Yuri wa trying to comprehend it all— it
was a lot to take it and try to understand.
“Is this why you ran off after Otabek?” Victor asked. He already knew this
answer, but he wanted to hear it from Yuri.
“No,” Yuri said.
“Are you lying to me?” Victor asked.
Yuri nodded his head. Victor knew Yuri was reckless, he was still so young, but
he also kept to himself. Even when he was in the juniors group, he never talked
with the other kids. He was alway over with him and Mila. There was something
about him that was off putting to kids his own age.
Reaching out, Victor grabbed Yuri’s arm and pulled him over to him, settling
Yuri’s body between his legs as his head rest on his chest. Running his fingers
through his hair, he felt how Yuri melted into him.
“I’ve missed this,” Victor said. He really had. He liked having someone curl up
next to him, to hold.
“Bet the pig doesn’t cuddle.”
Victor rubbed his back and chuckled, “We are just friends, Yurio.”
“Don’t fucking call me that.”
“So you and Otabek?” Victor asked.
Yuri shook his head, “It is nothing.”
“You did strip on the ice for him,” Victor pointed out. He knew Yuri had done
all that to get his attention. Running off to the club, shopping all day with
Otabek and posting pictures all over Instagram— it was Yuri’s way of saying he
was pissed at him. Yuri never hung out with anybody.
Yuri sat up and looked into Victor’s eyes. “It wasn’t for him, you dumbass.”
Cocking his head, Victor looked at Yuri, “Oh?” That did make him feel better.
Victor would be lying if he said that Yuri skating with a Otabek has not made
him a little jealous.
“You went out there skating with that pig… I had to show you up!”
Victor laughed and pulled Yuri back down on his chest, “It was all for show!”
“So you will still coach him?” Yuri asked.
“Da, but I will be back in Saint Petersburg skating as well.”
“But the pig is moving here.”
“Da, but he is getting his own place.”
Yuri sat up off his chest where he was sprawled out on Victor and looked back
up at him.
“He is?” Yuri asked.
Victor leaned down and kissed him softly, “Yes.”
Yuri responded by growling and biting at Victor’s lower lip. Hissing out,
Victor felt the sharp pain, but did not jerk away. This was Yuri acting out, he
was use to this. Once Yuri let go, Victor cupped his chin in his hand.
“That hurt,” he said.
“It was suppose too.”
Pressing his lips hard against Yuri, he heard the yelp from him though his lip
throbbed— he ignored it and pushed his tongue into Yuri’s mouth, demanding
entrance. Yuri always gave in and it was not long before Yuri’s hands were in
his hair, pulling as he growled against his mouth.
It had been too long, Victor had not had Yuri since the Hot Springs on Ice, and
jerking off in the shower every night was not working for him anymore. Yuri was
pressed tight against him as their tongues battle back and forth— Yuri trying
to prove a point and take over this kiss.
That was not Victor’s plan.
Pushing Yuri back, he eased him down onto the mattress and laid over him, not
pressing fully into him, but kissing him breathless. Yuri would spread his legs
so he fit comfortably, rolling his hips against Yuri, hearing him moan and try
to bite again at his lip.
“Quit with the biting,” Victor warned.
Yuri growled at him and nipped again. Victor knew all he was doing was testing
him. Moving his hand up, Victor wrapped his fingers around Yuri’s thin throat,
though he did not squeeze, just held his hand there. Yuri loved to test him,
push him.
Yuri growled and bucked his hips up at him. Using his full weight, Victor laid
down against Yuri, trapping him to the mattress— knowing his body was twice the
size of Yuri’s as he did this.
“You’re fucking heavy!” Yuri growled out as he smacked at his back.
Tightening his hands around Yuri’s throat, Victor looked back down at him.
“Are you going to stop biting?”
Yuri snapped his teeth at him again and Victor had to chuckle as he shook his
head. Tightening his fingers, he heard Yuri growl at him. Yuri always loved a
powerplay, and Victor was willing to take that from him— every time. Even as
his fingers gripped at his throat, Victor would not press too tight, just
enough to show Yuri he was there, with him— not with Yuuri. He needed to
understand this, know this.
Holding Yuri tight to the bed, Victor quickly pressed another kiss to Yuri’s
lips. The more he kissed him, the more relaxed Yuri was getting. He would still
growl at him, though Victor knew it was Yuri just fighting his own emotions.
Moving his hand off his throat, he pushed his fingers through Yuri’s hair and
held him tightly against him as his tongue took dominance in his mouth.
The growls started to turn to low moans as Victor started to let up on Yuri.
Using his arms, he lifted off of Yuri’s body, though he kept his mouth
connected to him. Yuri was arching his body so they were still touching— how
quickly he could turn that anger around in Yuri.
“You never could stay mad at me,” Victor said against his lips.
“Fuck off,” Yuri said.
Victor chuckled and pushed off completely, sitting against the headboard as
Yuri crawled over where he was. Again, resting between his legs, Yuri had his
hands on his chest as he started to kiss Victor. Victor liked when it was Yuri
coming to him, when Yuri kissed him, when Yuri pressed against him, moving his
body as if he were seducing Victor.
Moving his hands under Yuri’s shirt, he felt the thin muscular back under his
palm as his fingers traced his ribs, causing his body to jerk at each movement.
“Stop that!” Yuri hissed against his mouth.
Victor moaned and leaned in to kiss him again, moving his hands down his back,
grabbing his ass and squeezing it. In just a few months and he could feel where
the muscles were defining better in his body, forming where they would soon
fill out more. Dipping his hands under the material of the leggings, Victor
felt how warm Yuri’s skin was, palming and kneading at his ass as Yuri moaned
into his mouth, kissing him deeply.
“What do you want?” Victor asked as Yuri pulled back from the kiss.
“You,” Yuri said.
“More specific,” Victor asked as his hands tightly grabbed at Yuri’s ass.
Yuri moaned and started to kiss at Victor’s neck, lightly biting at him.
“No marks,” Victor breathed out.
Yuri growled and continued to move his mouth across his neck, licking and
kissing. Sometimes Victor wondered if Yuri knew just how insane his breath
against his neck drove him. Victor could not hold back the low moan that
rumbled in his chest as Yuri pressed tighter to him.
“Tell me what you want,” Victor said.
“This… all of this,” Yuri breathed against his neck, right under his ear, cause
his side to tingle and run straight to his cock.
Moving his hands from under those leggings. Victor pulled Yuri’s shirt off,
seeing his pale skin already flushed. Yuri was pulling at his shirt as Victor
grabbed the hem and pulled it over his head. Pressing Yuri back to him, he
loved how warm his skin was against his, their chests moving out of rhythm with
one another as Yuri continued his assault on his neck.
Victor was half hard in his pants as Yuri continued to move his mouth along his
shoulder and down his chest. That pink mouth tasting him, licking him, kissing
him. His tongue licking around his nipple as Victor pushed his hair back, then
Yuri bit down— too hard.
Victor hissed out as Yuri chuckled.
“You little shit,” Victor said as his hand grabbed for his chest.
Yuri continued to chuckle as Victor rubbed at his chest. He felt the warmth and
sting that radiated through his chest as Yuri sat back laughing at him. Shaking
his head, Victor palmed his chest again, looking at Yuri, seeing he was fully
hard under his leggings.
“Sometimes you play too rough,” Victor said as he moved closer to Yuri.
“Payback,” Yuri said.
Victor cocked his eyebrow at Yuri in question. He knew Yuri would be sore over
all this for sometime. Tugging at his leggings, Yuri let him pull them off, his
cock standing hard as Yuri kicked them off his ankles, letting them fall to the
floor.
Reaching out, Victor wrapped his hands around Yuri’s leaking cock, hearing him
moan at the contact. Stroking him hard twice, Victor gripped at the base,
holding him there.
“No more of that,” Victor warned.
Yuri’s eyes went wide as he nodded at Victor. Letting go of his cock, he pushed
Yuri back onto the mattress. Victor spread his legs wide, pressing his thighs
into the mattress. Yuri laid there, his chest rising and falling as his cock
twitched against his body. Victor loved to look down at him, so small and thin
under him.
Using his mouth, Victor licked at his inner thigh, feeling the muscles in his
legs twitch against his lips. Nipping lighting at his skin, Victor licked up
and down the sensitive area on his inner leg, trailing his tongue higher to the
junction of his hip.
Yuri would make low little moans as Victor kissed and licked everywhere that
was not his cock— Victor knew what Yuri wanted, and he doing everything to make
him practically beg for it. Using his tongue, he licked at Yuri’s balls,
hearing Yuri moan out and grab at his hair. Sucking one into his mouth, he
rolled it around and then went to the other.
“Always fucking teasing me!” Yuri yelled out.
That is what Victor was waiting for. Yuri was always impatient, and Victor
wanted him to beg for it. Kissing at his other hip, Victor bit down and sucked
hard at the skin. Yuri hissed out as his cock started to leak against his lower
stomach. When Victor let off, there was a bright purple mark right on the bone
of his narrow hip.
“Asshole!” Yuri said as he looked down, seeing the mark that seem to scream
from his hip so bright.
Victor never let Yuri mark him where it could be seen, and he liked to mark
Yuri in places no one would ever see. Using his tongue, he licked at Yuri’s
lower stomach where he was leaking out, teasing the tip of his cock with his
tongue as he did so. Each light brush of his tongue over his cock head caused
Yuri to moan a little bit.
“Fucking get on with it!” Yuri growled.
Victor grabbed at Yuri’s hips, holding him to the bed as he took his cock into
his mouth, slowly sucking him down. Yuri tried to press against Victor’s hands,
but Victor was stronger and held him down easily.
Once his nose met the mass of blond curly hair, Victor held still, Yuri’s cock
down his throat as Yuri tried hard to move his hips. Sucking backup, Victor
found a slow rhythm that was driving Yuri insane. Since Yuri could not move, he
endured it all at Victor’s excruciatingly slow pace. He moaned loudly as he
looked down at Victor, his mouth slightly opened, his face fully flushed and
his eyes blown out.
“Please!” Yuri begged.
That was exactly what Victor wanted to hear. Humming around his cock, he
tighten the suction on his mouth and started to bob his head faster up and down
Yuri’s length. Yuri was able to arch his back, though his hips were firming
being held down.
Victor knew when Yuri would get close. His breathing changed, his moans got
higher pitched and his cock would twitch differently. Sucking up, Victor
released his cock from his mouth, hearing the wet sound as it landed against
his body.
“What the fuck?” Yuri cried out.
“My turn,” Victor said as he sat back and started to undo his pants.
He loved to get Yuri right at the edge. Two more good pulls at this cock, and
Yuri would have easily been cumming down his throat— he knew this.
Watching as Yuri’s hand went to his cock, Victor grabbed his wrist, his hand
large enough to completely circle his arm.
“Wait,” Victor said.
Letting go of Yuri’s wrist, he sat back and lift his hips, pulling pants down.
Yuri was already moving towards him, pulling at his black briefs hugging his
hips, slipping those off as they threw them to the floor. Yuri immediately
wrapped his hand around Victor’s cock. He loved how large his cock looked in
Yuri’s smaller hands— his fingers could not meet as he grabbed at him, stroking
him.
“Let’s see how much you can take this time,” Victor said with a wink.
Yuri glared at him and leaned down, lightly licking at the slit of his cock,
his hands pulling his foreskin down as he did so. He would give little licks a
few time before wrapping his lips around his cock. Victor loved how those pink
lips would stretch around him, almost losing all color as they did.
Yuri never could take him in deep. He would use his hand to stroke him as he
sucked. Victor put his hand on the back of Yuri’s head, pushing him a little
further down each time— enjoying the gagging sounds he would make. The more he
did it, the more Yuri would drool down his shaft.
“Still only halfway,” Victor breathed out as he pushed Yuri’s head back down.
Loud gagging then slurping sounds as Yuri would move his head back up. Victor
knew with time, Yuri would perfect this as he did with everything he had ever
done. Moving his hands off the back of his head, he rubbed at Yuri’s jaw,
knowing he could not do this long before it would start aching.
Yuri slurped off his cock and looked up at him— the thin trail of saliva
connecting his cock to Yuri’s mouth. Slapping the wet head of his cock against
Yuri’s chin, he smiled his approval down at him.
“Very good,” Victor said as he brushed his hair off his face. “Now let me see
you prep yourself.”
Grabbing the lube, he watched Yuri sit back and spread his legs. Opening the
bottle, Victor pours some on his tight rim then into his hand.
“No touching your cock,” Victor said.
Yuri rolled his eyes and started to move his finger against his opening.
Keeping his eyes locked on him, Victor grabbed at his own cock, stroking it
slowly.
“No fair! You can!” Yuri gasped as he stuck a finger inside himself.
“I won’t get off as easily as you will by doing this,” Victor said.
Yuri growled and pushed another finger inside himself. Victor knew he was
rushing himself, he could see it in his eyes.
“Not so fast,” Victor said, still slowly stroking his own cock.
“Shut up. I already fingered myself this morning,” Yuri hissed out.
“Oh really? Even before your exhibit skate?”
“Da… was nervous, needed to get off,” Yuri breathed out.
“You, nervous? Never,” Victor chuckled.
“Shut up!” Yuri growled as he worked his fingers in himself. Arching his body
and breaking eye contact as his head fall back— moaning.
Victor loved watching Yuri do this. He was always so free and open at this
point— almost vulnerable. It was a rare moment to see this side of him. As much
as he loved working him open himself, he enjoyed watching him do it more.
“It has been awhile, stretch yourself good,” Victor said.
Yuri was panting hard, trying to work himself open quickly— always impatient.
Getting the lube, Victor coated his fingers, knowing they were larger than
Yuri’s and worked his way over to him, moving his hand out of him.
“Here, let me see,” Victor said as he stuck two fingers in Yuri, feeling just
how tight he was around his digits. “Oh you are still much too tight.”
Spreading his fingers, he felt as Yuri clenched around his fingers, trying to
suck them into his body. So greedy. Pressing into him, Victor rocked his
fingers in and out of Yuri a few times before sliding in a third. Yuri arched
up and pressed down on his hand.
“Just a little more,” Victor said as he slid his pinkie in, watching the blush
spread across Yuri’s pale body.
“Please, Vitya!” Yuri moaned out.
“How do you want it?” Victor asked.
“Let me ride you,” Yuri breathed out.
Nodding, Victor slid his fingers out of Yuri, wiping them on the bedsheets and
sat back against the headboard. Yuri worked his way in Victor’s lap as Victor
worked his cock between those full ass cheeks, pushing up and down. Yuri would
roll his body against his, his hips tantalizing and teasing as he do so.
Spreading his cheeks, Victor pushed the head of his cock at Yuri’s rim, but not
pushing in. Pressing to the point of popping into him, he would pull off and
run his cock back up and down between his cheeks.
“Fucking tease!” Yuri growled as he leaned in to kiss Victor.
Victor moaned as his cock pressed up and down, and teased at Yuri’s entrance.
He could feel Yuri press against him— deepening their kiss, Victor grabbed at
those full cheeks and spread them as he pressed slowly, feeling the resistance
at his cock head pressed in.
Yuri hissed and let off his mouth. Victor held still as Yuri slowly took him
in. He was so tight, so warm— Victor missed this.
For every moment Yuri was impatient, he took this slowly, taking Victor slowly
as he rocked his hips gently, each movement taking a little more of Victor in
him.
When he was fully seated, Victor pushed the sweaty hair off his forehead. Yuri
was breathing hard, his face twisted and contorted.
“So good,” Victor said as he rubbed at Yuri’s thighs straddling him.
Yuri nodded, trying to control his breathing as he did. Slowly rolling his
hips, Victor moaned and moved his hands to his hips, wanting to feel each rock
and movement of them. It felt so good the way he moved around him, those
slender hips that Victor’s hands almost encased as he held him tightly.
Yuri rose up and fell back down. Victor moaned louder and Yuri continued,
bouncing as he did— his cock half flagged from the concentration of taking all
of Victor into him.
Stroking him, Victor had him fully hard and leaking again. He loved watching
that pink cock bounce between their bodies, the way his cock dragged against
his stomach, leaving a wet trail behind.
Thrusting his hips up, Yuri cried out. Holding his hips, Victor met each
movement Yuri gave him.
He had missed this, these moments Yuri danced on him and not on the ice. All
those movements and twist of his body while he skated, was nothing compared to
the beauty of him on his lap, fucking his cock.
Yuri continued to move faster up and down his cock. Moaning and holding Victor
tightly. Shifting his hips, Yuri’s moans changed and Victor knew they were both
close.
Pulling Yuri’s hair, Victor kissed him hard, making Yuri gasp and moan. Warm
wetness hitting against his stomach and chest as Yuri let off his mouth,
moaning and cumming. The way Yuri clenched around his cock as he came, had
Victor thrusting deep into him. Yuri was so tight and so warm— he was releasing
deep in him.
Holding him tightly, Victor rubbed at Yuri’s back, the sweat covering them
both.
“No more kissing pigs,” Yuri said.
“No more running off on motorcycles.”
Yuri nodded against his shoulder as Victor held him tightly, his cock sliding
out of Yuri and the cum dripping down on him.
“I do love you, by the way,” Yuri mumbled.
Victor smiled and kissed the top of his head, holding him just a bit tighter.
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