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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:
      oldtabek, Office_Sex, Pet_Names, Master/Pet, Daddy_Kink, Kitten, Age
      Difference
  Collections:
      Otabek_Altin_Week
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-09 Words: 1699
****** Office Kitty ******
by djdaddybek_(llyn)
Summary
     Daddy likes to play with his kitten at work
Notes
     Written for the Otabek Altin Week prompt: past/future
See the end of the work for more notes
“Yuri,” Otabek calls.
The pretty boy peeks into his office, one eye hidden in his sweep of blond
hair.
“Yes, Mr. Altin?” he asks, shifting his weight so his slender hip sticks out,
hipbone bared by the black jeans he wears every day, always slipping down his
narrow frame.
“Will you help me?” Otabek asks. When the kitten nods and takes a step inside
he says, “Close the door.”  
Yuri does as he’s told, turning his head when the door clicks shut to ask over
his shoulder, “Am I in trouble, sir?”
Otabek doesn’t answer right away, eyes slipping over the intern’s plump little
ass–he’s such a skinny brat but with those chubby, juicy little cheeks, “You’re
not in trouble.”
The kitty relaxes, approaching Otabek’s desk and ignoring the chairs, as
always, in favor of crossing to Otabek’s side and leaning his weight against
the desk, close enough for Otabek to smell all that milk and honey. He’s such a
young thing Otabek can practically taste his sweetness in the air.
“What’d you need help with, sir?”
Otabek turns his chair so Yuri’s caught between his legs, cock hard and tenting
his pants. He doesn’t need to say a word.
Yuri’s hand floats up to his fringe as he blushes, sweeping some butter-blond
back behind his ear. “Mr. Altin,” he bites his bottom lip, eyes drifting to the
door and back. “What if grandpa finds out?”
Otabek doesn’t answer, rubbing his cock through his pants as he stares up at
the kitty. Those wide, green eyes follow Otabek’s hand up and down. He has a
big cock, he knows, too big for this little brat, but the kitten’s in denial
about that. Already, the pretty boy licks his glossy pink lips and purrs, “‘m
not supposed to be, um–”
Otabek reaches out to drag the kitten by his beltloops between his legs. He
pushes his thin shirt up his tummy, leaning in to drag his teeth over tight,
pale skin. All the kitty’s muscles go tense, babydoll not breathing as Otabek
slips his hand over the kitten’s delicious little ass, palms covering his plump
cheeks.
“Mr. Altin, not too rough,” the kitten whines when Otabek digs his fingertips
in, hard enough to bruise even through the worn denim. “Miss Lilia checks me at
dance–”
“Shh, kitty,” Otabek says. “Get undressed.”
The kitty bites his lip, eyes flitting to the door. Otabek loves those fairy
tale eyes, those sweet lips, the kitten’s doll baby features. Ever since the
little angel’s first day at the office–meeting his heavy gaze and blushing pink
as a flower–Otabek’s struggled to care about anything else. His job, his
friends, his reputation, his future–there is no future for him. Not anymore.
Just his sweet thing, green eyes and wet, parted lips, from now until the day
it ends ugly.    
“What did I say?” he asks.
Yuri sucks in a breath and murmurs, “Yes, Mr. Altin.” He treats his daddy so
well. His fingers slip the buttons of his faded black polo free, then he drags
his ragged t-shirt over his head. In his forties now, Otabek’s grown used to
polished dinner club kittens, pretty orchids draped on hotel barstools. This
little high school brat thrills him with his cheap plastic stretch choker, his
silly bead bracelets, his scuffed sneakers, and–most of all–his foul mouth.
But under all of that coarseness he’s such a pretty baby, all creamy smooth
skin and silky blond hair. He leans close to let his daddy drag his pants down,
giggling when he takes a big sloppy bite of his hipbone. “Wearing the panties I
bought you, angel?” Otabek asks, running his finger under the frilly pink
ruffles.
The kitten wiggles for him, pretty cock trapped and leaking a little wet spot
onto the silk. “I love them,” Yuri says, then gasps as Otabek mouths over his
perfect pink cock. He catches the waist band with his teeth, dragging them down
the kitten’s skinny thighs. Yuri leans back on the desk to steps out of the
panties. He chews on his lip, staring down with a shiver as Otabek buries his
nose in the pink silk, sucking and licking the warm fabric as he stares right
back. Then he slips them into the bottom drawer of his desk. The kitten will
get new painties to wear later, if he’s good.
“Turn around, buttercup.”
“Nn, daddy, the door’s not locked, though,” Yuri says, biting his black-painted
thumbnail. But he follows Otabek’s insistent hands on his hips, turning to face
the desk and sticking that ass out. He’s such a good boy.
Some daddies wouldn’t let a kitty so young speak until he was spoken to, but
Otabek likes his mouthy brat. He’s always been a quiet one, but the kitten
brings out his attitude, too. “Don’t worry about that, kitten,” Otabek tells
him. He leans in kiss the dimples above Yuri’s heart-shaped ass, “They can’t
take you away from me.”
“But, grandpa could–”
“Nobody could, babydoll,” Otabek says. He takes a little cheek in each hand and
squeezes, pushing his plump ass up and spreading his cheeks apart to look at
his angel’s tiny cunt. “Look how pretty,” he says. The kitty hums, already
forgetting his doubts, the silly thing. He bounces his ass just a little in his
daddy’s hands. “That’s good, babydoll. Lean over,” Otabek tells him. The kitten
obeys, bracing himself on his elbows over Otabek’s desk as he keeps bouncing,
little cheeks jiggling in his daddy’s hands.
He looks over his shoulder, biting his lip so just a white canine sparkles
back, “Daddy, are you gonna–”
But Otabek doesn’t let him finish, stilling him with a hand on his waist, “Shh.
You’re gonna be a good kitten for your daddy, now. Remember the rules?”
He knows Yuri does, the kitty lives for them. Or lives for breaking them. He
purrs for his daddy and chirps like a kitty hungry for cream.
“Good kitten,” Otabek says, watching how the kitten’s pretty cunt squeezes with
the praise. He leans in to lick a wide, wet stripe between his plump cheeks,
drooling down his chin at the taste of his office kitty’s eager puss.  
“Mrr,” Yuri purrs, lifting his ass for each lick, Otabek giving his baby a lazy
tongue bath. He purrs so sweetly after each swipe, skin all goosebumped and his
hair hiding his face, shoulder blades poking up as he wiggles. Otabek pushes
the tip of his tongue against his tight little rim and swirls it in circles,
pressing harder and harder until the kitten’s sweet purrs start to break into
moans and then, “Daddy, fuck me.”
Otabek closes his eyes and licks against that tight cunt harder. He won’t count
that little outburst, just because this is his favorite part. Then the sweet
thing begs, “Daddy, please,” and Otabek pulls away to nip the fattest part of
his smooth pink cheek.
“Play by the rules, kitten.”
“But it’s hard,” the kitty whines. “I can fit it all, I just know it.”
He gets a bite on the other cheek. “That’s two times, now, sweetheart. You
better behave.”
“Mmr,” Yuri hides his face from him, silky hair spilling over his forearms. How
is it that no one’s plucked this pretty peach? School must be hell for his
classmates, his teachers. Otabek groans, thinking of all the detentions he’d
give this little tart if he was the principal. He’d send him home each night
spanked raw, leaking cream.
He buries his tongue in the kitty’s tender little cunt, feeling the kitten buck
back and meow. He tries to spread his slender thighs but Otabek holds them
together, pushing in further. Those narrow, young walls squeeze him tight, suck
his tongue in deeper. Otabek needs this kitten alone, in some cheap motel that
wouldn’t notice a baby kitty and his daddy checking in for the night. He needs
more than stolen half-hours after lunch, during the old man’s nap time. The
brat’s just too little, and Otabek too big. He’s gotten a finger in, once, with
the kitten purring on his lap during a conference call. He still gets hard when
he sees that client’s name flash on the phone’s display.
“Mrow,” the kitten says, lifting up on his tiptoes to fuck himself back on his
daddy’s tongue. Otabek lets him. Poor little brat. It must be so hard to wait
for it–his shiny pink cunt too small, but not any less eager. Otabek wraps his
hands around the kitty’s thighs, dragging him back with sharp tugs. The kitten
moans, loud, then breaks, “Daddy!”
Oh, no. “Kitty, that’s three.”
The kitten whimpers, raising up on on hand to look back at his daddy, bottom
lip out. “I didn’t mean to,” he says, teary eyed.
“You know the rules, kitten.”
Yuri whines and slips down off the desk, paperwork stuck to his skin. His balls
are drawn up tight against his pretty cock, so close for his daddy.
“What do bad kittens do, baby?”
The kitty’s shoulders slump, little nipples so hard it’s all Otabek can do to
keep from snatching him onto his lap and sucking them until he comes. “They
crawl,” the kitty says, eyes on the carpet already, hidden by those long pale
lashes.
“Go ahead, babydoll. You know you’re not ready until you play by daddy’s
rules.”
The kitty sniffles but obeys him, getting down on all fours to crawl across the
carpet, giving Otabek a pretty view of his little swinging ass before he turns
and slips underneath the desk. That’s where bad kittens say they’re sorry.
Otabek scoots in, trapping the kitten there. In the dark, he does look just
like a cat, eyes luminous as he blinks up between his daddy legs. “Do I need to
tell you again?” Otabek asks.
The kitten whines.
Otabek shakes his head and goes back to his work. Someday, soon, he’s taking
the kitten away from this place. But until then he tries not to smile, tries to
stay mad, as the kitten’s soft tongue runs over his shoe, the kitty purring
softly as he shows his daddy how much he cares.
End Notes
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