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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, Katsuki_Yuuri, Victor_Nikiforov
  Additional Tags:
      Consensual_Underage_Sex, Consensual_Sex, This_Is_Why_We_Can't_Have_Nice
      Things, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Light_Bondage, Blindfolds,
      Riding, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Shameless_Smut, Dressing_Room_Sex,
      Welcome_to_the_Madness_(Yuri!!!_on_Ice), Light_Sadism, Yuri's_a_bit_of_a
      masochist_in_this_so, Dirty_Talk
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-06 Words: 3216
****** Madness In Our Love ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Yuri's been a constant tease during his 'Welcome to the Madness'
     performance, and Otabek just can't help but to pull the other into an
     unused dressing at the back of the building and have his way with him
     for the night.
Notes
     Enjoy you thirsty bitches.
Yuri barely had time to finish talking to Viktor and Yuuri after the
performance, let alone register the fact that his hot-ass boyfriend was
dragging him by the wrists toward the nearest dressing room available.
“You’re crazy, Yura. Absolutely insane. What part of ‘control yourself before
you get on the ice with me’ did you not understand?” Otabek hissed, though he
was oblivious to the lust that hid behind his voice. Yuri smirked at the sight
of his tightened leather pants, the crotch area stretched just enough for him
to see.
“All I did was grind myself on you. Big deal.”
“I don’t think you quite understand the situation, Yuri ~”
Turns out in the few short minutes they’d been conversing they’d already
reached the dressing room at the end of the entire rink. Otabek outright
snarled, letting his frustration overcome him as he twisted the door knob and
failed to unlock. It was surprising, though. Usually there’d be the security
guards planted around here to make sure no one went in to steal some of the
skaters’ valuables, but Yuri prayed his thanks to whoever was the god of this
world.
Yuri heard another huff beside him, and turned to the brunet towering a few
inches above him with his forehead barely touching his. He tried, and failed to
keep the signature straight face when he saw the closest thing to a pout on his
partner’s face.
“You need a bobby pin? All you had to do was ask, ya know,” the blond said with
the devil’s look in his eyes. He held it in front of Otabek jokingly before it
was snatched right out to his shock.
The small jumble of metal against metal and satisfying click was heard seconds
before Otabek grabbed whatever he could of Yuri and pulled him in, shutting the
door tight and smashing his lips into the blond’s. The hurried motions of both
their hands were blurred in Yuri’s vision, none of them bothering to look where
they threw their clothes as they collided into each other harder and harder.
Warm skin blazed Yuri’s pale comparison with each touch he took of Otabek’s
body, while Yuri’s near ghostly-white skin sent pleasurable shivers through
Otabek every time he pressed his body on him.
“Ota—be…you’re insatiable, y-you know that? Your stupid clothes and your stupid
face and your stu—Fuck—Beka!”
He felt Otabek’s mouth kissing its way down his torso, massaging his lean but
toned abs and mouthed them as well. He went further down and traced the blond
fuzz leading down to ‘that place’.
“You’re growing up. I’m so proud of you,” he murmured into the soft hair.
“Stop being sappy and screw me already will you?”
“No.”
Being Yuri, ‘no’ wasn’t the answer he liked hearing. And if Otabek planned to
take this teasing too far as he always did, Yuri was going to have to play just
as dirty.
“No, huh?” he said carefully, snaking his leg around Otabek’s hip and taking
him straight to the wall. “Then how exactly are you going to take care of
your…situation, hmm?”
All of a sudden he pushed Otabek’s hips toward his own and bucked up at the
same time, earning a slight grimace and groan from his mouth. He kept at it,
grinding and bucking up his hips again to see exactly how long the brunet would
last. He hoped the game would end soon, though, since this damn boner of his
was killing him with every press of his hips.
“Ah—keep d-doing that and you won’t be able to use your legs tomorrow. I—s-
shit—I’m going to make you beg on your knees for me to make you come, and then
I’m going to fuck you raw and dry until you’re sobbing in pleasure,” Otabek
grinded out, making his accent and voice thicker to get Yuri’s attention.
“You’re going to come all over my hands, my hands only. You’re—fuck!”
"I bet—oh my god, Beka—that you're only going to last a few minutes with me.
What do you think?" he teased again.
Otabek grinded out when he spoke, making his accent and voice thicker to get
Yuri’s attention. “You’re going to come all over my hands, my hands only.
You’re—fuck!”
Yuri had put his mouth directly onto his partner's pulse point and sucked,
biting and nipping at the spot until the spot of purple appeared subtly.
Satisfied, he slid his fingers down into Otabek's boxers, fighting his inner
concience to keep from laughing at the bear-printed yellow boxers he sported.
He noticed though, and used this exact moment to turn themselves around and
take it to the floor. Bitter cold seeped into Yuri's skin as he registered the
wooden floor he'd been pinned to. The feeling however was accompanied by
unending horniness and suffocating lust the both of them suffered.
"That was very nice of you, Yura. But don't think you're that sleek for getting
away with those tricks of yours. Now look what you've gotten yourself into,"
the Kazhak drawed out, keeping his syllables thick with an accent Yuri could
listen to all day. Wavy wisps of brown hair fell limp over his forehead,
shining with sweat from the heat circulating in the dressing room. He slid his
own boxers down, but didn't bother to take off Yuri's on purpose, to the
blond's annoyance.
"Get—get them off...please..." he begged silently.
"Oh? But you know how the rules go. Bad boys always get their punishments, and
you're one of them, Yuri. Now, how long do you think you'll last under my mouth
while your boxers are still on? You think I can mouth you until you come hands-
free?"
This man was hellbent on ruining him tonight.
He started before Yuri could protest, ducking just below his vision to get to
his crotch and lower his lips a centimeter above the fabric. His stupid,
sensual, perfectly pink lips that could make a mess out of Yuri before he even
touched them. The way one of his eyebrows would make a striking arch when he
made his first moan and got to work to make him emit more of those sounds
because he got drunk on them. Otabek experimented first by sucking lightly
where the tip was, and when Yuri tried everything to pull himself together but
ended up twitching slightly, he turned into a mad man. His hands weren't even
out yet as they were grounding his knees down to the floor, but god he wanted
Otabek to let him ride his dick already. He wanted to feel Otabek hold him down
while he shot his hips up and pounded into him over and over again until he
screamed Otabek's name along with cries of mercy.
But no, he would turn Yuri into a twitching, teary, begging slut of a mess
first.
"Yuri, there are not enough words in my language to tell you how beautiful you
look right now. Moan for me."
"N-no."
His tongue, his gods damn tongue licked a stripe up Yuri's length through the
boxers slick from Yuri's pre-cum. A string of saliva connected him, the sight
making the blond want to yell at Otabek to let him release already.
Another lick, and this time he put his whole mouth on his length, hollowing out
his mouth to suck harder. He tried, he really did try to keep his sounds in. He
failed to control his thoughts however, and common sense was soon overthrown by
a harsh wave of torturous pleasure.
"Be—ka. Beka, please, please d-damn it! How—please—how long do you plan to keep
on doing this?" he gave up some of his dignity by saying it, the only response
being Otabek's hands pinning him down harder to the floor. Speaking of the
floor, the intensity had already started to build up, the sweat increasing on
his back and making him more uncomfortable and desperate.
Out of nowhere, he felt the rush of cold air breeze by him for a second, and
registered it as the motion of Otabek's hands yanking down his boxers and
flinging them into oblivion.
And as he recalled, everything could go fuck themselves as the brunet went down
on him, taking him in whole and sucked the literal life out of him.
"Ah!—no—shit..shit, Beka!" Yuri nearly yelled, a silent prayer for Otabek to
take more of him, to which he did despite his full mouth. "Fuck...me already,
will ya?"
"I said, beg for it," Otabek groaned out, slapping the pale skin of his ass.
The stinging burn brought more pleasure to his system, burning him on the
inside out and making him crave more of the pain. Tears were brimming at the
corners of Yuri's eyes, smudging a bit of the eyeshadow Otabek had put on for
him earlier.
The signs of release were coming, and knowing how good Otabek was at
manipulating Yuri's release he held in his voice and tried his best to look him
in the eye. It seemed to work for a minute, since his partner was still blowing
him.
Well to Yuri's utter disappointment and complete shock, he pulled back
immediately, kneeling back and pulling Yuri's hands up along with him into his
lap.
"You idi—"
Another slap, this time with a little anger sprinkled in to signal that Otabek
didn't plan to go easy on him tonight. The bright red had already begun show on
both of his hips, a broad handprint showing off his current status with the
brunet.
"You're at my mercy tonight, Yura. Disobey me one more time and your hands
won't be the only thing tied up tonight," Otabek growled. He noticed Yuri's
heavy breathing and blooming skin, however, and decided it best to reassure him
before taking him completely.
"Hey, you're okay with this right? Don't forget the code, alright, Yura?" he
brought both of hands up to Yuri's cheeks, brushing his thumb to smooth back
the hairs of his eyebrows and trying his best to get his lover to relax and
enjoy this moment. "I wouldn't hurt you, not ever in all the lifetimes I'll be
reincarnated into."
The small encouragement had gotten Yuri to calm down slowly, his wrists tensing
and loosening rapidly and finally relaxing completely into Otabek's arms.
"I'm fine, Beka. Don't treat me like a virgin, jesus. We've had sex in the past
a thousand times already—how many times do I have to say it? Of course I give
you my conse—ah!"
He felt the sensation of Otabek's coarse fingers brushing against his entrance,
then pierced his hole past the loose ring of muscle. Luckily he'd thought
carefully to use Yuri's pre-cum as the lubricant, since going in dry was the
last thing the both of them would want to experience. Three of his fingers
shifted in him, scissoring him apart cautiously then pulling out slowly only to
thrust back in again. The burn lasted a matter of seconds, blossoming into a
subtle rise of ecstasy in Yuri.
Otabek kept thrusting his fingers in and out, focusing on missing Yuri's
prostate by just a little to drive him to the tip of the edge. Yuri kept
pouncing up and down, hoping to get some sort of relief from this hell but to
little success due to the iron grip the Kazhak had on him. Fire burned its way
through his thighs as he kept moving, frustrated by the second that he was
still getting teased like this.
"It's not enough for you, is it?" Otabek talked out of nowhere. He slowed his
pace down a notch, but kept moving to keep Yuri sated.
"What—"
"Hah. I told you, Yura. I wasn't planning to go easy on you, tonight," he said
again, arm outstretched toward the pants he'd flung onto the ground and reached
his hand into one of the pockets to reveal a purple cock ring.
He placed a quick peck on Yuri's nose and gently placed the ring onto the tip
of his cock, checking to make sure it was firm then gave the blond a predator's
grin.
"I am going to fuck you like this, and I will decide whether you get to cum or
not, not you. You're going to sit on me and ride my dripping fat cock like the
little cumslut you are until I tell you that you can stop, got it?"
He hastly nodded, already feeling the tension the cock ring was giving him.
The brunet came closer to his face again, brushing aside a lock of hair to
whisper something—god knows what he'd planned now.
"And I'm going to pound into you however hard I want it—you're going to take
every. single. ounce. of what I give you."
The frightening chill those words had made the hairs on his neck perk up,
shivers spreading down to the tips of his toes at oddly satisfying controlling
demeanor Otabek had right now.
The taller of them wrapped a hand around the small of Yuri's back and pulled
closer, and he saw out of the corner of his eye another hand reaching down to
grab his cock firmly and position it. His tip brushed at Yuri's already wet,
puckered hold, aching from Otabek's fingers and constant teasing. It was
hard—Otabek was hard for the sweaty, ruined mess of a blond in front of him,
the anticipation of what was going to happen exciting the both of them.
"You ready, Yura?" Otabek asked.
"Please," Yuri choked out needily.
"Good...kitty," he purred using his pet name for Yuri that he so craved to
hear.
"Wait! I—"
One of the blond's hands reached around his back to tug at the purposely torn
fabric of his costume, ripping a good sized chunk and turned around to wave it
into Otabek's questioning face.
"Would it be okay with you if I...blindedfolded myself? I just want this
experience to be not so...drab, since we're fucking in a dressing room and
all—"
The cool wetness that was Otabek's lips kissed him once again, taking the piece
of fabric away from him and placed it around Yuri's head for him.
"Anything for you after all," he said chuckling, the last of Yuri's able vision
turning black as he finally tied the knot of the blindfold.
—X—
His cock was dripping, throbbing red at the merciless, cruel thrusts Otabek
gave him. His wrists were already lightly bruised from the hands that were
holding him in place to keep him from falling backwards. Yuri's legs remained
on either side of the brunet, the sweat cascading down both of their faces.
"Why don't—fuck more, Beka!—why don't you wreck me, Beka? Use me," he spat out,
a string of saliva shining at the corner of his chin, his feverish skin
accompanying the desperate lust in his blue eyes.
Otabek kept holding Yuri down harder each time he got Yuri to beg while he
pistoned his hips upwards into him, earning silent screams that echoed across
the empty space around them. Of course he wanted to wreck him—find a nearby
mattress or at least a softer place for Yuri to lie across as he fucked him
into his sobbing partner endlessly. He wanted to get even more intoxicated from
the blond, make it known to the world that Yuri was his and the other way
around.
He thrusted even harder, yanking the other man down so he could feel exactly
what Otabek wanted him to feel—him.
"Why don't I wreck you?—I didn't know you could talk dirty like that, Yura—do
you want more of my cock in you? You asked for it, kitty~"
Grabbing both of his lover's shoulders Otabek shoved him—not too hard as so he
wouldn't get anymore bruises on him—onto the damp wooden floor and fucked him
that way, pushing on of his legs out the other way so he could have access to
his hole more easily. The angle earned him more moans, his core all of a sudden
lighting on fire that nearly destroyed him.
The brunet slowly put a hand on the blond's mouth however, silencing him and
putting a blanket on his screams, wanting him to feel only his cock driving
into him into his sweet spot repeatedly.
He was a sadist in some ways, Otabek guessed. But Yuri seemed to love it.
"Mmphf! Pleh Beka—fuh—pleh..." he yelled against the calloused hand that
muffled him. Along with the blindfold, his sense were heightened to the max,
euphoria shooting through him like a bolt of lightening striking him suddenly.
His released was undeniable, quickly unraveling like a loose ribbon and coming
undone altogether. The cock ring was stopping his release it seemed every time
he felt like coming, but Yuri wanted Otabek now, wanted every essence of him to
just collide with Yuri all at once. The blond's head was slowly becoming a
blank canvas, unable to string together coherent thoughts to form a sentence.
He could tell that Otabek was close to release too, and pushed back against his
rolling hips that drove into him.
He too, wanted to turn Otabek into a pile of ruins. As quickly as he could he
yanked his hand out of the brunet's grip to pull down the hand muffling his own
mouth.
"How much do you love my ass, Beka? Do you love driving your cock into me all
the way—or would you rather I ride the fuck out of you until you can't speak
anymore? Hm?"
Yuri's words came out as groans though, unable to hide the trace of his need to
come to Otabek's amusement. The other man pulled him up in seconds, and with
the last of his strength he pistoned his hips all the way to the hilt into the
blond as hard as he could. Crystallic-like tears streamed down his face from
the insane amount of pleasure beholding him—torturing him.
Otabek lasted only a little longer, trying his best to hold himself in before
releasing into his lover and took off the cock ring holding Yuri back so he
could hear his sounds. Yuri came undone, spurting himself over the floor and
heard his voice crack as he gasped. He attempted to lift himself up to support
himself as Otabek thrusted his cock into him a few more times, the sensitivity
causing him to collapse in defeat.
"Beka...I'm not going to be able to walk for months!" he suddenly scolded
Otabek, who was grinning ever so slightly at him. "You're—I don't even know
now. All I know is that—"
"That you enjoy me banging you in an empty dressing room?" the other
interrupted, smirking until he felt bruised knuckles slap him on the shoulder.
"That may or may not be true, you know," Yuri blushed.
"Hah. You know, Mila and the rest of the team are going to have a fun time
teasing us tomorrow."
"Don't get me started, Beka—please, give me and my hips a rest for now."
The two of them chuckled lightly anyway, giving each other a hand to clean up
the mess they'd now made in their borrowed dressing room.
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