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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin/_Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Otabek_Altin, Yuri_Plisetsky
  Additional Tags:
      Omorashi, Porn_Without_Plot, Oneshot, Watersports, Wetting, Anal_Sex,
      Anal_Play, Pet_Play, explicit_-_Freeform
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-18 Words: 1984
****** Let’s Shoot a Home Movie ******
by Ehmotep
Summary
     Yuri and Otabek decide to film their next sex-capade. A half sequel
     half spin off of “I Never Knew You Were Into This”
The red recording light held steady beside the bed, capturing the scene before
it. The faces would be blurred and voices altered after the fact to protect the
two skaters’ identities— besides, this video was just as much for them as it
was for whoever may see it online. Otabek Altin sat on the edge of the bed,
clad in his underwear and a tight-fit t-shirt. There was a knock on the door.
“Come in,” came the baritone grumble of Otabek’s voice. “Did you do as I
ordered? Are you wearing your uniform?”
The door swung open, revealing a petite blond in a skirt and panties, and a
black compression shirt that cling to his frame. Around his neck was a collar
with a bell. “Yes master,” came the quiet reply. The figure strode into the
room, closing the door behind him.
“Twirl for me.”
The blond complied, putting his arms over his head and spinning around, skirt
flying up. As he spun, the last part of his outfit became apparent; a tail like
a cat, held in place by a vibrating plug that Otabek held the remote for.
“Perfection.” Otabek said, stroking his jawline. “Come here, kitten.”
Yuri approached the bed slowly, hips swaying teasingly as he walked, crossing
one foot elegantly in front of the other as he strut. When Otabek reached out
and grabbed him by the collar, he let out an involuntary mew. Otabek kissed him
hard on the mouth, pulling the smaller man into his lap. His hand slid under
Yuri’s shirt, sliding across his smooth chest and up his collarbone, flicking
the bell with a jingle.
Otabek scooted back on the bed, lying on his back with Yuri straddled over top
of him. They were both hard by this point, but Otabek wanted to tease him for
as long as possible, to force him over the edge. Grabbing the remote from the
bedside table, he turned on the vibrating tail plug.
Yuri’s head instantly snapped back as the vibrator started up, fingers grasping
desperately at the sheets as he moaned and mewled loudly.
“What a good kitten I have, so obedient! Just one more thing, and you’ll get
your reward.” Otabek told him, hand moving to Yuri’s lower stomach, which
jutted out noticeably. “You filled up for me, such a good boy~” He began to
massage small circles on Yuri’s bladder with his thumb.
Yuri could feel his bladder being pressed and played with from both sides.
Otabek’s callous, strong hand pressing on the front, and the tail vibrator
pressed generously against his prostate, jiggling his bladder and it’s
contents. “I-I did everything you told me to do, master.” Yuri managed to
stammer out, mouth hanging open. He felt a spurt of warmth force itself from
his bladder into the front of his panties, dribbling a few drops into the
material.
Otabek could feel the vibrations from the plug atop his hips, his dick
thrumming with excitement in response. “Mmm, you’re doing so good for me
kitten,” he said, thumbing at the wet spots on his Yura’s panties. Grabbing the
remote, he turned the vibrations up to the next level, vibrating so forcefully
he could see the muscles of Yuri’s thighs shaking and jiggling in response.
“Hold it as long as you can for me.”
The vibrations were too much. Yuri clenched his eyes shut, trying to
concentrate on holding in his piss. He reach down to grab his cock and hold
back the endless yellow tide that was waiting, but was stopped by Otabek’s hand
grabbing his. “No hands, kitten.” He said. The pet name, along with Otabek’s
commanding tone, was incredibly hot to Yuri. He was suddenly overcome with a
wave of desperation, a several-second-long dribble of urine escaping him,
dripping from under his skirt and panties and running in small rivulets down
his thighs, eventually being absorbed by the sheets and Otabek’s boxers,
straining against his erect length. That spurt lessened his desperation some,
just enough for him to regain control with a shuddering breath and the clench
of his teeth.
And then, the vibrations stopped. Opening his eyes, Yuri looked down at Otabek
questioningly before he felt the larger man’s fingers dragging across his ass.
Otabek stroked Yuri’s tailed, cupped his supple ass cheek, and smacked it,
making Yuri yelp in surprise and pleasure. And then, the fingers were circling
Yuri’s tail plug, gripping it and slowly pulling it out of him as Yuri lifted
his butt in the air to make it easier. It came out with a wet pop before being
discarded on the bedside table.
Yuri felt empty without the plug, having grown used to the full feeling of it
being inside him. “M-master!”
“Yes, kitten~?”
“I want you inside me...please, master.”
“You want me to stuff your hungry little tail hole? Is that it, my slutty
little kitten~?”
“Yes master, please master!” Yuri begged, face burning from humiliation and
desperation. He could feel otabek’s fingers probing at his hole, hips adjusting
underneath him to line up his cock with Yuri’s hole.
“When you’re ready, kitten.”
And so Yura began to sink down slowly, moaning loudly as he felt the hot head
of Otabek’s cock press against his entrance. It slid easily into his prepped
ass, filling him up with stiff heat. Once it was fully in, he paused to adjust,
fully enjoying the feeling of Otabek inside him and of his powerful hips
supporting Yuri’s weight. “O-okay, we can start.”
“Start, what?” Otabek pressed, wanting to hear Yuri say it.
“Start moving, please master! I want you to fuck me, p-please!”
And Otabek obliged. He rocked his hips, thrusting up into Yuri before dragging
his length mostly out and then ramming it in again. He bit his lip, gritting
himself against the raw ecstasy he was feeling. Yuri was stretched, but he was
still tight around Otabek’s cock. As he humped Yuri, he kept a close watch of
Yuri’s face.
Yuri’s tongue was lolling, eyes closed and unseeing, and his breathing was deep
and ragged. Otabek thrust into him again, and realized he must have found
Yuri’s prostate when Yuri yelped, eyes flying open. “Ah, Ota— master!” He
cried, fingernails digging into Otabek’s thighs. Otabek knew that was the spot
to focus on, so he settled his hands on Yuri’s hips to hold him and help move.
Now that he found his prostate, it was time to fuck him like there’s no
tomorrow.
Otabek began bouncing his hips, using his hands to guide Yuri up and down his
cock as he grated against his prostate again and again, eliciting a guttural
moan from the small blond. Every single push against his prostate intensified
Yuri’s desperation, compressing his bladder from behind as Otabek entered him
again and again. He felt a familiar coiling in the pit of his stomach as he
drew closer and closer to climaxing, his dick twitching with increasing
frequency as the head turned a desperate bright red. After a few more thrusts,
Yura came over Otabek’s stomach, chest, and face, even splattering his hair
with some cum as Yuri’s mouth opened and closed with silent cries of ecstasy.
He felt a burning heat underneath him, and when he looked down he saw a rapidly
growing pool of piss engulfing him and Otabek. He had been so overstimulated
and desperate, he hadn’t even felt himself lose control. Yura knew he wouldn’t
be able to stop it now, so he just panted as the sound of hot piss hissing
mixed with the creaking of the bed and the wet sounds of Otabek fucking him.
The combination of the sight before him, hot piss pooling around him, and
tension built up from the foreplay and sex was too much or Otabek, and he soon
followed suit, cumming in Yuri’s ass. As soon as. Yuri was done, he pulled
himself off of Otabek’s cock, falling next to him in the sodden sheets. His
hands and legs were shaking, eyes tearing up, and his mouth let out a wracked
sob of relief, orgasmic bliss, and embarrassment at having lost control like
that.
Otabek was beside him instantly, peppering his cheeks and forehead with kisses
and wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes. “You did fantastic, Yura.
I’m so proud of you, my little Russian kitten. You did so good!”
Yuri pressed into Otabek’s comforting touches, feeling small and tired in his
strong arms. “Beka, ‘M dirty.” He complained with a whining lilt, acutely aware
of the cooling piss that covered both of them and the semen dripping out of his
ass. He felt dirty.
“I know, baby. I’ll get you cleaned up.” Otabek told him comfortingly. “I’ll
run us a hot bath.” He got up, stopping to pause the camera recording, and went
to the bathroom, getting the bath started. He put in some bath salts and bubble
bath, wanting to soothe Yuri as much as possible. He went back into the room to
collect Yuri bridal-style, carrying him into the bathroom and whispering sweet
nothings into his ear. After sitting Yuri on the edge of the bath, he stripped
the soaked panties, skirt, and shirt off of his lover and left them in a pile
on the floor next to their towels. “Is it warm enough for you?”
Yuri submerged his hand in the water before nodding tiredly. “Mm, yeah. Feels
good.” He said, before falling quiet once again. He stared at the steaming
water for a few moments before a felt a hand on his, bringing him back into the
moment.
“Let’s get cleaned up, Yura.” Otabek said calmly, stepping into the bathtub and
guiding Yuri in as well. The bubble bath and mineral bath salts were floral and
sweet, and they set to work easing his discomfort and pain almost immediately.
Otabek cupped his hands to collect the hot water and suds, dumping it down
Yuri’s shoulders and arms, front and back. He grabbed a washrag, and from his
position seated behind Yuri he ran the rag across his skin, lathering the body
wash into Yuri’s skin. He reached around, putting his arms around the small
blond and kissing his neck lovingly as he cleaned Yuri’s chest and stomach,
reaching down to clean his private as well.
When he was touched with the rough rag down there, Yuri yelped and grabbed
Otabek’s arm to stop him from moving more. “Nnng, Beka! Sensitive.” He
explained, his penis extremely oversensitive due to the lack of stimulation
while they had sex. Cumming hands-free had left Yuri exhausted and
overstimulated, the sensitive organ between his legs felt raw.
“Sorry, Yura. I’ll make it quick, baby.” Otabek comforted him, cleaning him
much more gently before wiping down his thighs and legs. “Don’t you feel better
now? My nice, clean kitten.”
Yuri nodded, brushing a strand of his hair out of his face. His hair was wet
and slick with sweat. But Otabek didn’t forget about that either. As soon as
the rag was wrung out and set aside, he squeezed shampoo into his hands and
lathered it up, massaging it into Yuri’s scalp softy. He pulled the bubbles
along the delicate golden strands, running his fingers from root to tip. Yuri
just closed his eyes and leaned into the sensation, relaxing in Beka’s arms.
Some warm water was dumped over his head, rinsing the suds from his hair.
Otabek repeated the process with the bottle of conditioner, stroking his
kitten’s hair softly. Yuri leaned into his touches, sighing contentedly.
“Beka?”
“Mm, Yura?”
“I feel a lot better. Thank you.”
Otabek chuckled at that, pressing his lips to the skin of Yuri’s neck and
kissing it, sucking on the skin gently for a second before pulling away. “Of
course. I love you, Yura.”
“I know. I love you too, Beka.” Yuri said, his face flushed from the heat and
embarrassment.
“I know.”
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