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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov
  Character:
      Otabek_Altin, Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri, Victor_Nikiforov
  Additional Tags:
      Top_Otabek_Altin, Bottom_Yuri_Plisetsky, thigh_fucking, Rough_Sex, Dirty
      Talk, Incest, this_isn't_pedophilia_but_i_don't_want_it_deleted_so, Shota
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-24 Words: 3318
****** Let's Play a Game ******
by softotayuri
Summary
     Otabek Altin had been living as a single dad for the past 5 years.
     His only save from the loneliness he felt was his son, Yuri, whose
     love and beauty made him feel happier each day. But what happens when
     Otabek starts to feel things he shouldn't and his headstrong son
     starts to encourage those feelings? Let the games begin.
Notes
     Hiya! So just some background before you read. This was a fic I
     originally wrote for a present for my friend on Wattpad, but after my
     account got reported and deleted I couldn’t post it and FFNet has me
     banned too so I’m posting this here. I don’t care what anyone has to
     say, this is a kink and I obviously wouldn’t support this in real
     life. Read, comment, review and share if you have anything nice to
     say!
See the end of the work for more notes
It was a bright sunny day, and Otabek was watching Yuri Plisetsky-Altin swing
on the swing set in awe. The sun's rays shone across the young boy's cherub-
like face, his golden hair almost glittering in the light. Otabek scratched his
chin and pondered on the beauty of his little boy. Yuri laughed as he swung
higher and higher, his feet touching the sky as his friends all pushed him to
the brink.
Otabek was 21 years old, the youngest parent out of the group of parents all
sitting on benches, watching their little ones play. Mothers rocked babies in
their arms and fathers chatted to each other, each finding comfort in adult
conversation. Otabek stared at his son and wondered what that would be like.
His best friend was his son and he had no one else, especially after his
girlfriend had died and all rights were given up to him. Otabek found that he
didn't trust anyone other than the 5 year old little boy; his spirit was so
pure and honest that Otabek knew he would never find another human being so
beautiful as long as he lived.
"Daddy!" Yuri called over to him. "Look at me go!"
"I see you, baby!" Otabek laughed as his son flew higher with each kick of his
legs.
Yuri beamed at his dad, his sweet shining so bright. Otabek wanted this moment
never to end, until a kid behind Yuri pushed him too hard and his son went
flying out of his seat and onto the wood chips below.
“YURI!” Otabek bellowed. He ran as fast as he could over to his crying son.
Blood stained the kneecaps of the pants Yuri was wearing, but other than that
and some dirt, he seemed to be fine.
“Are you okay, my fairy?” His father asked sweetly.
Yuri sniffled and reached out for his dad to pick him up. “I wanna go home!”
Yuri yelled after nodding.
“We’re going home right now,” said Otabek, “I just need to speak with this
boy’s parents first.”
*
After speaking with the parents of the boy who had pushed Yuri, Otabek grabbed
his belongings and walked the short distance home with his big boy in his arms.
After finding out he had gotten his girlfriend pregnant, Otabek had given up
all the bad things his teenage self did: the drinking, the motorcycle and the
partying late at night. He had proclaimed that he would be the perfect dad that
his own dad wasn’t, and he hoped that one day his son would love him for that.
What he had never expected was the attachment that he had grown toward his son.
Yuri’s mother was a Russian groupie of Otabek’s. Otabek, a DJ by night at all
the famous clubs in Kazakhstan, had met her as a one night stand and wound up
with a son out of it. He didn’t prefer women, but her skin was light and soft
and her hair was like looking at the light of the sun, and Otabek didn’t
complain when the feisty young woman took him to bed. Months later, she had
returned with news of her pregnancy, and when she had died in a car accident
shortly after giving birth, Otabek became a full time dad.
It was a hard life being a single dad, but he wanted nothing else. If all there
was to life was himself and his darling boy, he was okay with that.
Otabek was snapped out of his reverie by the splashing of water as it hit the
tile floor. “Kitten, you know you’re not supposed to splash water at me when
you’re in the bath!”
“But I want you to play with me!” Yuri bellowed from the tub, his wounds all
freshly cleaned and bandaged with waterproof gauze.
“The tub’s not big enough for me in it, you know!”
“I don’t care,” Yuri huffed. “I want to play a game with you like you did
before.”
Otabek pondered what game he could be talking about. They frequently played
games like hide and seek and ring around the rosie, but there was one game they
liked to play so rarely and delicately that Otabek knew he couldn’t possibly be
talking about that.
“Baby, we can’t do that anymore,” Otabek whispered despite it being only him
and his son in the apartment. “It’s a sin.”
Yuri splashed water on the front of Otabek’s jeans and crossed his arms in
front of him. “Bullshit.”
“Don’t use that language with me, Yuri Plisetsky-Altin (AN: Otabek hyphenated
the name of his lover and his own for his last name because it’s 2017 why
not)!”
“You say it all the time! I want to be able to say what daddy says.”
“You can when you get older,” Otabek said. “Right now, I want you to stay my
little boy.”
“Then get in the tub with me and hold me, daddy.” Yuri looked up at his dad
with big green eyes, the eyes almost sparkling with beauty and life.
Otabek shrugged off his jacket and shoes, taking off the rest of his clothes
quickly to Yuri’s clapping and whistling. Yuri scooted up toward the faucet so
his daddy could rest behind him, placing his larger legs around Yuri’s slight
form and sandwiching him in between. Yuri rested his head on his dad’s chest,
his ass pushed back against Otabek’s swelling member. Yuri jumped a bit at the
feeling of his dad’s cock against his back, but after the initial shock his
face turned to a smile.
“Let’s play, daddy.”
*
Otabek was spent and tired, his fingers and toes pruned from hours spent in the
lukewarm water with his son. They had played a game again, that game that Yuri
so loved but made Otabek feel so wrong. He wasn’t used to a five year old being
so precocious and wanting to know everything about sex. Otabek wasn’t a
paedophile, he knew that, but his son was easily the most gorgeous creature in
the world. His form was as slight as his mother’s had been, and he couldn’t
help himself when his son had pulled his hardening dick underneath his
asscheeks and wriggled around until he came.
Yuri couldn’t produce semen yet, but the feeling of stimulation on his penis
was still enough to make him feel good and tingly inside. Otabek had read up
before on the precociousness of young children and the sex games they could
play, but he had never expected it to happen so regularly with his own son.
Yuri was a firecracker of persistence and agency, and though Otabek wanted him
to keep shining and be persistent, he didn’t know what that meant for him
legally.
People usually oohed and ahhed at the sight of dad and son together out and
about, giving condolences when they heard of the circumstances behind Yuri’s
mother’s passing. The landlord of the apartment building they lived in knew the
whole story and gave the two their space, and as far as Otabek knew no one
suspected anything. Yuri was the one who pushed for their games most of the
time, and it had only started after he had seen Otabek trying and failing to
masturbate to generic porn one year earlier.
                                   FLASHBACK
The sounds of two men moaning as the other thrust into his tight asshole had
Otabek on the edge. He pulled and tugged at his own dick, quickly thrusting
into the tight squeeze of his palm as he used his other hand to stick two
fingers deep within his ass. Yuri was asleep, the sound of a music box running
lightly in the young boy’s room. Even with the double stimulation, Otabek
struggled to get off. It had been 15 minutes already and the constant push and
pull should have already made him come already. It wasn’t enough.
“Daddy?” Otabek stopped what he was doing and slammed his laptop shut. His
little boy stood behind the couch with wide eyes, his nightgown barely covering
the loose cut of his underwear. “What are you doing?” He asked sleepily.
“Adult stuff, nothing for you to worry about.” Otabek covered his still hard
dick with the nearest pillow, the force of his movements causing his laptop to
fall to the ground and reopen. The porn started playing again, the sight of a
freshly fucked asshole gaping with come greeting his 4 year old son in the
face.
“Daddy, that looks disgusting!”
“I know it is baby, you’ll understand when you get older.” Otabek grabbed his
son, not caring if his nude form was on display. “Time for bed again.”
Yuri stopped suddenly and stared down at his dad’s hard length, eyes still
wide. Otabek knew he had never seen anything like this before, and Otabek was
definitely not little by any means.
“Can I touch it?” Yuri asked. Before waiting for an answer, he tried to grab
the thickness between both of his hands.
“D-don’t do that, kitten. You’ll make daddy-”
“I wanna play with it!” Yuri cut his dad off. He looked transfixed with the
sight before him. “Can I play with it, daddy?”
Otabek sighed and his legs gave way underneath him. He fell to the floor in a
heap and took his son with him on his lap. The younger boy’s legs clutched
around his waist, the full force of Otabek’s length hitting against the thin
cotton of Yuri’s panties.
“That feels good, daddy,” Yuri sighed. “Can I get that white stuff in my butt
like those guys did?”
“That stuff comes out of this,” Otabek motioned to his dick, “not out of your
butt. But no, you can’t yet. Got to wait until you’re older, kitten.”
Yuri groaned and began to move his bottom back and forth on his dad’s length.
Otabek moaned loudly, stifling his moans with the back of his arm just in case.
“Let’s play a game,” Yuri said. “If you make the white stuff from me moving on
you, I win, and if I don’t, you win!”
Otabek knew he was playing a dangerous, losing game but he sighed, not wanting
the pleasure to stop.
“Okay baby, let’s play.”
                                 END FLASHBACK
Otabek was a man and all men enjoyed feeling pleasure from someone they loved,
so he justified it as being a secret in his mind. As long as he didn’t force or
coerce his son into feeling such pleasure, he was okay. Yuri would grow up safe
and sound, in the loving care of a father that loved him.
The next day, however, Otabek caught Yuri trying to masturbate on his bed.
“I can’t get it to come out!” He told his dad as he stroked his small member.
His chest was flushed and his hair all mussed, and Otabek had never seen a more
erotic sight in his life.
“You can’t get it yet, baby, I’ve told you a million times.”
“But I want it!” Yuri began to cry. “I want to do what you do and I want to do
what those men did!”
Otabek didn’t know Yuri had still remembered the porn from a year prior, but he
figured it was time for a talk. “You can’t do any of that stuff now, kitten. If
I tried it with you, you’d get hurt and you wouldn’t feel any pleasure.”
“But I know you want to! Just try!”
Yuri was too smart for his own good. Otabek had spent months staring at his
son’s body, admiring the pretty pink hole that led to the insides of the
creature he had created with another. He knew Yuri’s mother was spinning in her
grave, but this was Yuri, and he wanted to give Yuri everything all at once.
“Do you want to try?”
“Yes!”
“Then we’ll try. But we’re going to need a lot more slick stuff to open you up,
okay?”
*
Otabek bought four bottles of lube that night, sending Yuri off to his
babysitter’s to wait out the day. If he was going to try penetration with his
beloved, he wasn’t risking a single ounce of pain to his son. Once Yuri got an
idea in his mind there would be no other way of solving it, and Otabek wanted
so badly to give into his animal instincts and pound his son’s tight hole until
he whimpered and begged. It was too soon, though. For now, he would be content
fingering and loosing his son’s hole.
That night, Otabek decided to set up the same porn video his son had caught him
watching a year before. Yuri had seem entranced, not disgusted, and Otabek had
researched and knew children could get aroused by the sex acts of another. Yuri
lay spread eagle on his tummy on Otabek’s big bed, the laptop in front of him
blasting the sounds of two men fucking to keep him occupied.
“Can you see it, daddy?” Otabek knew Yuri was referring to his puckered
entrance, the hole that was currently winking at him as he prepped his fingers
with as much lube as he could muster.
“I can, baby. Just hold tight while I pour this over it. It’ll be cold, my
love.”
Yuri gasped as the lubricant dripped over his asshole, the cold, slimy feeling
causing him to lean away for just the slightest bit. “It’s okay,” Otabek
reassured, his warm palm rubbing circles over Yuri’s left butt cheek. “Just
relax and watch.”
Yuri nodded and kept his gaze fixated on the screen in front of him, where a
man was currently eating out another. “Are you gonna do that to me?” Yuri asked
innocently, and when Otabek said no, Yuri whined in protest.
Otabek gently slapped the asscheek in front of him, causing Yuri to gasp.
“You’re being impatient, Yuri.”
Yuri murmured and settled back down, waiting for what would come next. Otabek
gently moved his index finger back and forth against the pink hole in front of
him, Yuri making slight gasps as he did so. By the time he had fully inserted
his finger, Yuri was shaking and rutting against the bed below.
“Unf, daddy… more.”
Otabek quickly insert another finger filled with lube, and Yuri cried out in
pain and not pleasure this time. Otabek jumped to remove both fingers, his
comforting hands making warm circles on his son’s shaking back.
“I’m sorry baby, I went too far.”
“S okay,” Yuri whimpered. The sounds of the two men’s violent fucking continued
to float throughout the room, making Otabek’s dick stand harder than ever
before. He tried to control his urge not to thrust his fat dick in that pretty
pink hole and watch it suck him up. He had to do this good and well for his
darling boy.
If Yuri couldn’t take two fingers, however, Otabek knew something else they
could try.
“Yuri, baby… can daddy fuck your asscheeks?”
Yuri turned around to lie on his back, his small penis rock hard and aching. He
nodded his head vigorously, his short blond hair covering his sweaty forehead
and making him look debauched. Otabek had never felt so hard in his life.
“Can I be rough with you, sweet?”
Yuri whimpered and started thrusting into the blankets around him. That was all
the consent Otabek needed. He grasped Yuri’s legs and pulled him straight down
on the blankets. Grabbing the bottle of lube, Otabek poured the substance all
over the inside and sides of Yuri’s ass, coating every last inch with the cold
jelly. Otabek grasped more in his hands and spread it on his own dick, now
leaking precum at the tip. The men on screen seemed to fuck with earnest now,
balls slapping against skin in a desperate bid to come first. Otabek slipped
his dick between his son’s cheeks and lightly kissed his back before leaning up
and whispering into his ear,
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll never say another’s name again.”
With that, Yuri cried out and Otabek pushed his boy’s cheeks tightly together
around his large cock, thrusting with abandon. The sounds of slushing and
slurping filled the room, Otabek’s balls slapping against the backs of Yuri’s
legs so rough. He was like a man possessed, and all he wanted to do was thrust
so hard and fast into his boy that his come dripped out of him for days.
Instead, he would have to deal with painting his boy’s back in the nastiest
display of body fluids, ruining him for anyone else.
“Aw fuck, daddy! Fuck me, fuck me!” Yuri recited the words like a mantra and
Otabek knew it was because he had heard them come from the mouths of the men on
screen. He didn’t care, the action spurning him on.
“Fuck yourself against the blankets, baby, make yourself feel good,” Otabek
groaned out. Yuri started moving like a worm against the material below him,
his squeals quickly turning into moans of pleasure.
All too early, Otabek felt a tightening in his balls and he shouted his
release, forgetting to cover his mouth with his hands. White come shot out of
him and onto his son’s back, splattering his skin with the sticky substance as
his son shuttered underneath him, seemingly finding release without coming.
“Oh fuck… oh fuck… Yuri…”
Yuri reached to shut the laptop and turned around to kiss his dad full on the
mouth. Otabek parted his lips and took his son’s tongue into his mouth, lightly
sucking and teasing like a grown lover would. Despite being spent, Otabek felt
a tingle rise to the surface and he looked over the small form of his now
lover-son, Yuri’s body so tight and small that Otabek imagined his cock could
split him in two. The thought made him want to try it some day.
A knock at the door made the boys stop and stare. Otabek began to freak out,
imagining all sorts of scenarios, from police to neighbors to the FBI (AN: I
know this is Kazakhstan but hush). He raced to put on his clothes and told Yuri
to stay in the bedroom and keep quiet.
Otabek opened the door with trepidation, only to see the smiling faces of
Victor Katsuki-Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki-Nikiforov in front of him.
“Oh hi, what are you two doing here?”
“We came to give Yurio a little present,” Victor announced, “but I think that
won’t be necessary now.”
Otabek blushed and looked down. He had told the married couple about his games
with his son a while before after they had babysat and hard nasty phrases come
out of the child’s mouth. Instead of reporting him to the police and having him
arrested, they had laughed as Yuuri told stories of what he and Mari would do
as children. Victor had waved it off as a no brainer, a cultural divide that
people didn’t much understand. But had he gone too far by making it more than
just a game?
“You-you heard?”
Victor gestured down to his tented trousers and smiled. “It was kind of hard
not to. Good thing it’s a work day for most of this building or you’d be in
trouble.”
Otabek blushed and stammered, but Yuuri was quick to recover for his husband.
“We know it’s hard for you, especially with him being so young and all. People
will mind their business.”
Yuri came running out suddenly, come still covering his back and chest flushed.
“Victor, Katsudon! I hoped it was you guys!” He went running for hugs from the
couple and Otabek let out a deep moan.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he muttered to himself, chastising himself for
sexualizing something so innocent. That is, until his son looked up at Yuuri
and smirked.
“Daddy, I want Victor and Katsudon to do what you just did to me.”
Victor, who was already stripping his jacket and trousers, gave a heart smile
in delight.
“With pleasure!”
End Notes
     So I’m thinking of writing either another chapter or part 2 to this.
     Should I? I think the idea of a Victor/Yuuri/Yuri/Otabek 4some is
     hot, especially with the age difference. Please note if you leave a
     bad comment I have a no tolerance policy and you will be banned.
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