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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Gen
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin_&_Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Yuri_Plisetsky, Otabek_Altin
  Additional Tags:
      Omorashi, Watersports, Yuri_solo, Smut, Masturbation, kink_meme_fill,
      Wetting, Accidents, purposeful_wetting, Desperation
  Series:
      Part 7 of Under_the_Golden_Sea
  Collections:
      Yuri_on_Ice_kink_meme_collection
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-19 Words: 1314
****** Piss and Vinegar ******
by annabeth
Summary
     Yuri discovers something about himself, and decides to indulge
     himself in it.
Notes
     Written for the YOI kink meme for this prompt!
See the end of the work for more notes
Yuri stretches his legs out in the bathtub, tight jeans digging into his
distended belly. As he breathes, grateful that Yakov and Lilia are out—on a
"date," as Yuri thinks of it—he recalls the first time this happened.
He'd been alone then too, Skyping with Otabek, and he had had a long day at
practice, he'd drunk more water than usual, and he was drinking juice while he
chatted with Otabek. Pretty soon he'd realized he had to piss—badly. He'd been
sitting on the hardwood floor of his bedroom that he had at Lilia's, and the
conversation they'd been having was too interesting—Yuri hadn't wanted to
excuse himself.
So he'd held it. He'd held it through an hour of listening to Otabek wax poetic
about his music, his DJing gigs… he was fascinating, and he was Yuri's best
friend. Yuri couldn't stop listening compulsively.
But the need had grown stronger, till he was grinding against the heel of his
hand just out of Otabek's sight. Then they were discussing skating, and Yuri
had gotten so excited about it, so into it, that he almost forgot how badly he
needed the restroom.
He'd been drinking more juice, and at the time that he realized it was
unbearable, and quite likely the worst he'd ever had to piss in his life, he
had spent another hour yakking with Otabek. It was then that the worst
happened: his dick was already hard as fuck from having to piss so bad—he
grabbed his dick and breathed slowly, and Otabek had said,
"Are you okay, Yura?"
"Yes, I just—I'll be right back, okay?" It was too long; Yuri stumbled trying
to stand up, he knocked into his computer so that the screen leaned back and
exposed his lower half to the camera just as everything came to a head and Yuri
gasped, face going red, humiliated as he spurted into his jeans.
"Yura?" Otabek couldn't see what had happened yet, but Yuri knew he was losing
the battle. Otabek could see him grabbing at his junk, and then Yuri bit his
lip so hard as he spurted again, and this time it didn't stop. Piss drained out
of him like water from on a tap turned on high, pouring through his jeans and
splattering on the floor.
"Shit, fuck, oh my God, Beka, I—" Yuri gave up and ran out of the room. But it
was too late. By the time he got to the bathroom, he was done, empty; his pant
legs were overwhelmed, and he was dripping on the bathroom floor.
But when Yuri had unzipped them, and dumped them in the bathtub to rinse before
he put them in the wash, he noticed the streak of whitish-clear fluid oozing
from his slit.
He'd gotten turned on from the experience. He'd washed up, and gone back to his
room, apologized to Otabek again, and mopped the floor. Thankfully Lilia never
found out; she would have killed him—pissing on her hardwood floors? Totally
unacceptable.
When he'd called Otabek later, Beka had been so understanding, and his calm,
quiet voice, he had soothed Yuri about having an accident like a five-year-old
when he was sixteen fucking years old. But Yuri hadn't told him that before
he'd come back, he'd rubbed one out over the toilet, and he'd come harder than
he ever had in his life.
So now, it's two weeks later, and Yuri is curious. He'd spent the last two
weeks surfing porn sites he'd never imagined he'd be on, and now here he is,
wearing his oldest pair of jeans—soft and worn with holes at the knees and
thighs—and his dark blue boxer briefs, because he's dying to see them defiled
by urine.
Yuri takes another deep breath. He hasn't pissed since he got up this morning,
and he's drunk coffee, and water, and juice all day long. His bladder is
distended, a throbbing ache in his pelvis, and he's ready. Except it's more
difficult than it looks in porn.
He's situated in the bathtub for easy clean-up, the door locked—even though
Lilia insists he keep it unlocked when she's home, because he's a teenager and
she doesn't trust him (which is stupid because he just whacks it in the shower
instead anyway)—and his hair is already lank with sweat around his face, his
cock throbbing in time with his bladder, hard, so hard; Yuri's never been this
turned on, and he's not sure he's ever waited this long to take a piss, even
that last time when he had the accident.
"Okay, fuck, I can do this," Yuri coaches himself, and inhaling, he lets the
breath out with a push, forcing a few drops past the iron gates of his control.
He's an adult, after all; pissing yourself isn't something you're supposed to
do—but he wants to, so bad. Those few drops quickly become a couple of quick
jets that soak through his underwear, though when he looks down he can see his
jeans are still unaffected.
Biting his lip, Yuri pushes against his restraint again, and tries to relax: it
happens in breaking open of the floodgates, a torrent of piss just shooting out
of him, flowing and flowing until his jeans are drenched and he can hear the
piss running down the drain, a thick glug glug glug.
Yuri quickly unzips his jeans, tearing the flaps open, and shoves his hand into
his underwear, staring in fascination at the deep, navy blue of the soaked
fabric as he begins to stroke himself, the flow unfettered now, and showing no
signs of stopping. His head goes back and he works himself through it the way
he might milk himself through an orgasm, and it feels like forever before the
stream lightens, then slows, petering out and coming to a stop.
As soon as his bladder is empty, his cock is even harder, hot as fire against
his hand, sticky-wet with piss and now precome and Yuri wraps his fingers
around it, heedless of the urine clinging to his skin in wet droplets, and
pumps himself fiercely.
Coming is faster than pissing till he was empty. He's literally on his third or
fourth stroke when everything starts to feel like a fire building up in his
balls, and his body is straining, his hips bucking, back arching, and oh, God!
He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and comes, white jizz spraying him,
landing in globs on his belly, staining his white t-shirt even more than the
yellow liquid that had spurted up over it before.
"Fuck!" Yuri says in a strangled shout, trying to keep his voice down. He keeps
touching himself, working himself through it as his cock jerks, as his body
spasms, and wow, this fucking orgasm is even better than the last—Yuri
eventually slumps against the tub, exhausted and spent in every possible way,
breathing heavily like he just finished a free program with 6 quads.
He allows himself to lie there, catching his breath for a few minutes, before
rushing into the activity it takes to clean up and make it look like nothing
ever happened—because Lilia would probably rip his balls over his head if she
knew.
But he can't wait to tell Otabek. He probably shouldn't, but Beka is literally
the best—well, only, but still—friend he's ever had, and he tells him
everything.
"Fuck," Yuri says again, as he turns the shower on. He steps under the spray,
his body trembling, legs actually shaking from the release of all that pent-up
piss and sexual frustration, and sighs as he leans back against the shower
wall. The water sluices over him, rinsing all the evidence away, and Yuri
closes his eyes. "I'm fucked up," he tells the empty bathroom, "but I like it."
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