Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/7282675.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!, ダイヤのA_|_Daiya_no_A_|_Ace_of_Diamond, Free!, 弱虫ペダル_|_Yowamushi
      Pedal, Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Akaashi_Keiji/Bokuto_Koutarou, Furuya_Satoru/Miyuki_Kazuya, Goshiki
      Tsutomu/Tendou_Satori, Daishou_Suguru/Kuroo_Tetsurou, Oikawa_Tooru/
      Ushijima_Wakatoshi, Nanase_Haruka/Tachibana_Makoto, Kuroo_Tetsurou/
      Tsukishima_Kei, Makishima_Yuusuke/Toudou_Jinpachi, Otabek_Altin/Yuri
      Plisetsky
  Additional Tags:
      Drabble_Collection, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Challenge:_Sport
      Anime_Shipping_Olympics_|_SASO_2016
  Collections:
      Sports_Anime_Shipping_Olympics_2016
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-25 Updated: 2017-04-14 Chapters: 12/? Words: 4411
****** Sports Anime Smut ******
by doxian
Summary
     Like my Sports Anime Drabbles collection, except everything in this
     is nsfw. So far: fills for the 2016 Sports Anime Shipping Olympics.
     You can find tags in the author's notes for each chapter.
***** Bokuto/Akaashi (HQ!!) - fingering *****
Chapter Summary
     "Akaashi," Bokuto protests, his voice a high whine, "do we have to
     talk about this now?"
Chapter Notes
     written_for_this_prompt_for_SASO_2016_bonus_round_2.
     Rating: E
     Tags: Underage, Anal Fingering, Begging
"Think more about connecting," says Akaashi. "You're excellent at slamming the
ball down, but getting the ball to someone else is just as important. Joshibi
was definitely targeting you during their serves. Itachiyama most likely will
as well, so you'll have to keep that in mind."
Bokuto's only answer is to groan.
"And you need to work on your receives."
"Akaashi," Bokuto protests, his voice a high whine, "do we have to talk about
this now?"
Akaashi doesn't still the two fingers he has inside Bokuto. He pulls them out
before sinking them into him again, all the way down to the second knuckle, his
rhythm never faltering.
"Is there a problem?"
Bokuto groans again, petulantly shoving his face into the pillow. He's on his
hands and knees in front of Akaashi, chest and face pressed down against his
bed, ass in the air.
"There's a time and a place for everything!" He wiggles his ass, grinding back
against Akaashi's fingers. "And right now I want you to fuck me already."
His shirt has started riding up. Akaashi tries his best to ignore the way his
muscles tense as his back bows prettily.
He takes Bokuto's statement into consideration:
- It's always best to debrief right after a match. That way it's still fresh in
their minds.
- Bokuto had been thrumming with frustrated energy after they'd lost. Akaashi
is very considerately providing him with an outlet to burn all of that energy
off. He'd initially wanted to practice all evening, but Akaashi's method
prevents him from unnecessarily tiring himself out, which is what he would have
done if he'd had his way. Going as hard as possible without focusing on what
actually needs to be improved would have been a waste, also.
- Talking and burning off steam simultaneously is more time-efficient.
"I think now is perfect," says Akaashi, with a particularly cruel twist of his
fingers. The sound Bokuto makes this time is closer to a scream than a moan.
Akaashi spreads his knees, forcing Bokuto to spread his wider as well.
"I'm gonna think about this next time we're practicing receives, I'm not even
joking--"
Akaashi hums.
"Would that necessarily be a bad thing?"
He parts Bokuto's butt cheeks with the thumb of his free hand so he can see his
fingers breach him more clearly. He thrusts deeper, pressing with his
fingertips.
"Akaashi, please--"
"No."
He's glad that Bokuto is face down and can't see the hint of a smile tugging at
the corner of his mouth.
Bokuto lays flat so he can rub against the mattress, continues whining about
how Akaashi should learn to read the situation already. Resisting giving in to
what Bokuto wants is more difficult than Bokuto probably realizes - Akaashi's
dick is already tenting his pants from all of Bokuto's squirming and gasping,
from how tightly he's clenching around Akaashi's fingers, but Akaashi ignores
it, ignores it.
"Tell me, what do you think of everyone pairing up for serve and receive drills
next practice, Bokuto-san?"
***** Furuya/Miyuki (Daiya) - kisses *****
Chapter Summary
     I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of
     habits.
     — F. Scott Fitzgerald
Chapter Notes
     written for this_prompt_for_SASO_2016_bonus_round_4.
     Rating: M
     Tags: Underage, Kissing, Developing Relationship, Non-Explicit Sex
Sometimes, after they finish a game, Miyuki gets Furuya and ditches their
team's ensuing post-game get-togethers.
Whether or not they win has little bearing on them ending up in Furuya's bed -
more often than not Furuya's bed, since Miyuki's room is always such a hub of
activity. (When both of their rooms aren't empty, Miyuki has gotten somewhat
creative with his choices of location. Fortunately for him, Furuya is always
pretty amenable to anything when Miyuki is involved.)
They get each other off with their hands or by grinding against each other
until the friction pushes them over the edge. Once, just once, Furuya takes
Miyuki in his mouth, in the locker rooms after everyone else has already
returned to the dorms.
Miyuki hasn't asked, but he's pretty sure he's Furuya's first. First anything.
He would have been Furuya's first kiss, too, if he let Furuya kiss him.
One thing Miyuki likes about Furuya is how, unless it's about pitching or among
the other handful of things he's particularly bull-headed about, Furuya doesn't
ask many questions. Miyuki expects that most anyone else would have commented
on the no kissing thing at the very least, but when Furuya leans in to peck him
on the lips and Miyuki covers his mouth, pushing Furuya's face away and wagging
a finger at him with a grin as if he's making fun, Furuya just accepts it.
Except that Furuya finds so many other places to kiss him. He kisses his nose,
fogging up Miyuki's glasses with his breath. He holds his hand and kisses every
single one of Miyuki's fingertips. And when he isn't kissing Miyuki, he's
nuzzling into his armpit when they're laying next to each other, or playing
with the downy hairs at the base of Miyuki's neck, or draping himself over
Miyuki like an oversized cat.
When Miyuki calls Furuya's name one evening, pulls him in by his collar to
press their lips together out of the blue, it's only because he figures, well.
If Furuya apparently enjoys touching him so much, maybe he should do something
nice for his kouhai and throw him a bone every once in a while.
(It has nothing to do with how Furuya sometimes looks at him as if, in that
moment, he's the only thing that matters.)
***** Goshiki/Tendou (HQ!!) - voyeurism *****
Chapter Summary
     Remember when Tendou walked in on Goshiki jerking it to the thought
     of Ushijima fucking him and then stayed to watch?
Chapter Notes
     written for this_prompt_for_SASO_2016_bonus_round_1.
     Rating: E
     Tags: Underage, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Semi-Public Sex,
     Dom/sub undertones, Crushes, referenced Goshiki Tsutomu/Ushjima
     Wakatoshi and Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi
The club room isn't empty when Tendou gets back, if the light being on is any
evidence to go by. The rest of the team has already gone on ahead, Tendou
having backtracked because he's realized he's forgotten his phone. Goshiki had
said he'd decided to stay on for extra practice, but the gym had been dark when
Tendou passed it.
How very suspicious. Is Tsutomu telling lies? Deceiving his senpai isn't a good
habit for a kouhai to have, especially Tendou's favourite kouhai. It's
practically Tendou's moral responsibility to set him straight.
(Ignoring the fact that Tendou himself had messed with his senpai on a regular
basis back when he was a tender young first year.)
There's a high window next to the club room door. Tendou peers into it, being
careful not to be seen.
...Well. That sure is Goshiki in there, and that sure is Goshiki's dick that's
out in plain view.
He's sitting on one of the wooden desk chairs, the front of his pants shoved
down and his hand wrapped around his dick. Tendou didn't have to worry about
being seen after all, since Goshiki's eyes are squeezed shut. He's biting his
lip in that way he does when he's about to cry, too.
Tendou grins, steps over to the door, and walks in.
Goshiki's voice catches on a long, drawn-out moan. It's mostly an incoherent
sound of pleasure - the moan - but Tendou can hear Ushijima's name in there
since he's paying attention. Not exactly a surprise. Admiration is definitely
not the only thing in Goshiki's eyes when he looks at their current ace.
Tendou can understand. He's had similar thoughts about Wakatoshi himself. It's
kind of difficult not to.
Goshiki abruptly stops what he's doing and curls into himself, drawing his feet
up onto the chair, making the legs of it scrape noisily against the ground.
"T-Tendou!!"
Tendou nonchalantly wanders over to the shelves where he usually stows his
belongings. Sure enough, his phone is there. He picks it up but doesn't leave,
instead turning around to face Goshiki.
"That doesn't look like 'extra practice' to me, Tsutomu-chan~"
Goshiki's face is bright red and his mouth is hanging open. He looks like a
surprised goldfish, but in a sexy kind of way. He still has his dick in his
hand. His embarrassment at being caught hasn't caused his erection to flag in
the least.
"Fuck me, Ushijima - isn't that what you just said? If you were really
practicing for that, shouldn't you be-- instead of-- ?" He makes one obscene
hand gesture, and then a different one.
Goshiki swallows. Tendou can practically see his brain recalibrating to account
for the fact that Tendou still hasn't left.
"Uh, I've... never..."
Tendou flops down into a chair opposite his kouhai, making himself at home. He
hunts around in his bag, locates the packet he's looking for, and tosses it at
Goshiki.
Goshiki catches it.
"Don't worry, I can coach you~ What are senpai for, right?"
Tendou watches Goshiki, fairly confident that the first year won't flat-out ask
him to leave. His guesses are almost never wrong, but there always is that
small possibility...
Goshiki stares at him. He looks less freaked out, now, and more like he's just
discovered something new that turns him on and is unsure how to feel about it.
There's the sound of foil ripping.
Goshiki takes a deep breath, shoving his shorts down further and trailing his
hand past his cock - that's flushed almost as red as his face - to press his
fingers against himself.
"Don't make an offer and then immediately take it back. Tell me how I should do
it, Tendou."
Tendou smiles at him, and tells him.
***** Daishou/Kuroo (HQ!!) - egg laying & nagas *****
Chapter Summary
     “I swear to god, if you said all that about being the last naga in
     the region and needing me to carry your eggs just so that you could
     sleep with me—”
     “Please, I wouldn’t do that to you, you know that. Besides, I don’t
     need an excuse like that to charm you, Kuroo~”
Chapter Notes
     written_for_SASO_2016_bonus_round_5, a prompt-free round with the
     theme of myth/lore.
     Rating: M
     Tags: Alternate Universe - Creatures & Monsters, Naga, Egg Laying,
     Pregnancy, Trans Male Character, Interspecies Relationship, Pain,
     Masochism
“Could you move, you’re hissing right in my ear,” Kuroo chokes out as a sharp
pain lances through his abdomen. He feels as though he's been here for hours -
lying naked with his legs spread open in the grass under a verdant canopy of
trees, his back against Daishou’s sinuous body.
“Sssorry,” Daishou says, not sounding very apologetic at all. His forked tongue
flickers against Kuroo's ear as he backs up a bit.
Kuroo gasps as another, more intense contraction rolls through him. These last
few have been building on top of each other, each one more unbearable than the
last. Daishou seems to sense this and moves to cushion Kuroo more comfortably -
a gesture that Kuroo would find more touching if it wasn't largely the naga's
fault he was in this situation in the first place. Warm, human skin rubs
against his back in place of smooth scales as Daishou shifts like liquid,
moving Kuroo to rest against his chest and winding his tail around one of
Kuroo’s ankles in a way that’s probably supposed to be comforting.
“I don’t even know why you have to be here,” Kuroo groans. He wants to curl up
into himself, as if he could make it hurt less by making his body as small as
possible. “I would’ve been fine on my own.”
“They’re mine, aren’t they?” Daishou sounds put out. “It’s only right that I’m
here for this.”
“You make it sound like this is romantic.” Kuroo fidgets. The coils of
Daishou’s body piled around him are becoming suffocating and oppressive. “I
only said I'd do this to help you perpetuate your species, remember?”
“Our species,” Daishou corrects, his voice plaintive, almost a whine. He drapes
an arm over Kuroo's front to pull him closer, running his other hand lightly up
Kuroo's belly. “You might only be a half-blood, but that's enough. And who's
saying this can’t be romantic as well as practical—”
It's becoming difficult for Kuroo to force any more words out, but he manages
due to pure irritation alone. “I swear to god, if you said all that about being
the last naga in the region and needing me to carry your eggs just so that you
could sleep with me—”
“Please, I wouldn’t do that to you, you know that. Besides, I don’t need an
excuse like that to charm you, Kuroo~”
Kuroo is about to bite out a snappy response, but it hurts, this is the worst
wave of pain yet, and then there’s pressure running down his abdomen all the
way down to his entrance and he knows that it’s starting.
It hurts so much worse than the contractions. The eggs are small, but they’re
hard and heavy and every single one feels like it's tearing its way through
him. By the fourth egg he’s sopping wet and this has to be a defence mechanism,
right, to help the eggs along, he can’t possibly be getting turned on from this
- but then the tip of Daishou’s tail flicks against his clit and Kuroo chokes
on an inhale. He hadn’t realized how hard and swollen he’d gotten.
He groans and shifts his hips.
“What are you doing.”
“I’m helping,” Daishou says, hissing in Kuroo's ear again, rubbing more of his
tail over Kuroo’s folds as yet another egg starts to breach him. “But if you
don’t like it—”
Kuroo grabs at him. He gets his forearm and squeezes urgently.
“Don’t you even think about stopping.”
He tells himself that his arousal is merely a good distraction, but after a few
minutes the agony compounds with the pleasure like a feedback loop and Kuroo is
unsure as to whether he wants to finish this as quickly as possible or prolong
it for as long as he can. He orgasms once before he’s done, Daishou gently
rubbing him through it as he pants and gasps with the effort.
When he opens his eyes, Daishou’s eggs sit neat in a little pile between his
legs on the grass.
He makes Daishou promise to never speak of this again.
***** Ushijima/Oikawa (HQ!!) - plant bondage *****
Chapter Summary
     Oikawa didn't know what he expected when he accepted Ushijima's
     invitation to "come inside and see my plants" after their date.
Chapter Notes
     written for the_following_SASO_2016_bonus_round_1_prompt:
     Remember when Ushijima's plants were used as bondage instead of
     ropes, also having fun along with Ushijima and Oikawa?
     Rating: M
     Tags: Alternate Universe - Magic, Tentacles, Plants, Fade to Black
Oikawa didn't know what he expected when he accepted Ushijima's invitation to
"come inside and see my plants" after their date. Hoping that "my plants" was a
euphemism for "my dick" turned out to be wishful thinking, Oikawa realizes,
after Ushijima leads him through his house out the back to where two
greenhouses are standing.
Oikawa squints.
"Are you secretly 60 years old?"
Ushijima gives Oikawa his typical, impassive stare that Oikawa doesn’t find
nearly intimidating as Ushijima must think it looks.
"What?"
"Gardening is an old man hobby, not the hobby of a 21 year old athlete."
Ushijima just shrugs and strides over to the greenhouse on the right,
completely unselfconscious about his thoroughly boring choice of hobby. It's
absolutely infuriating.
"I don't quite understand why you want to to show this to me. Plants are
plants. I could see the same thing at any park in the area."
"They're important to me, so I want you to see them."
Oikawa's heart jumps in his chest in spite of himself. Still, though, Ushijima
admits it so easily, without a modicum of embarrassment, that Oikawa has to
feel embarrassed for him for being so honest.
Ushijima starts unlocking the door to the greenhouse.
Oikawa follows him reluctantly. He'd leave, but if they go back into Ushijima's
house after this there's still a chance that Oikawa can take back control of
the situation and get Ushijima to fuck him like he's wanted since the evening
began.
It takes a while for Ushijima to finish unlocking the door. The padlock is
solid and heavy-duty - too intense for a mere greenhouse. The glass is thick,
too, probably double-glazed and reinforced. Oikawa highly doubts that anyone in
the neighbourhood is going to try and break in and steal Ushijima's tomatoes or
whatever he's growing in there, so he can only chalk it up to Ushijima being
unnecessarily anal about greenhouse security.
The lock clicks and Ushijima pushes the door, holding it open so Oikawa can go
inside first.
"Finally," Oikawa exclaims, and walks inside.
He already has a quip ready about how absolutely uninteresting it is in here,
but the comment dies on his lips when he's faced with what Ushijima wanted to
show him.
The plants can't possibly be moving - there's no wind - but there's a
pronounced, constant rustling along with a kind of low humming that doesn't
sound like it's of this world. It's already dark out, and Oikawa doesn't think
Ushijima has switched a light on, but everything is awash in a soft, blue-
purple glow. He would suspect that the light is coming from the plants
themselves, but that doesn't make any sense--
Oikawa is barely cognizant of Ushijima entering behind him because one of the
vines moves, detaching itself from the wall and snaking along the ground until
it's at Oikawa's feet.
Oikawa stumbles backwards away from it and turns around to look at Ushijima, a
horrified expression on his face.
Ushijima, irritatingly, seems relatively unsurprised by the fact that his
plants have just come to life right in front of them.
The vine, which looks to be about as thick as Oikawa's forearm, starts winding
around his legs. Countless more join it, all different sizes, coming off the
wall and writhing towards the two boys.
"Ushiwaka-chan, what--"
"Don't be afraid of them. They won't hurt you." Ushijima sounds way too calm
for someone who has just revealed himself to be some kind of secret wizard with
a tangle of animated, man-eating plants growing in his backyard.
"If they aren't going to hurt me, then what are they doing?!" Oikawa snaps.
Another vine is coiling around his arm, and he snatches it away. They've begun
to cluster around Ushijima, as well, but - just like with everything else that
has happened so far - he seems nonplussed by it.
"I can make them stop moving," Ushijima says, and they immediately stop.
They're apparently in tune with Ushijima's thoughts, then. The vines twined
around Oikawa's legs fall to the floor, and Oikawa steps out of them.
"So, what--" Oikawa asks again.
"I thought you might like them." Ushijima sounds a little proud, a little self-
congratulatory, as though he's decided that Oikawa must approve of them
already.
Oikawa frowns.
"Do I really seem like the kind of person who would be into this--"
"Would you like me to unfreeze them?"
Oikawa, uncomfortably, finds that he's actually curious.
"Go ahead," he finally says.
The vines twitch back to life. The ones pooled at Oikawa's feet lash around his
ankles, and a thinner one inches under his shirt. The surface of it is coarse,
but not entirely unpleasant against his skin. It moves against him, brushing a
nipple on its way out of the neck of his shirt, making him gasp.
"You have a lot of explaining to do after this," he says.
"Yes," Ushijima agrees.
"Both about what made you assume I'm the kind of pervert who'd like this, and
about why you even have them in the first place--"
The vine in Oikawa's shirt starts to pull, and continues pulling until his
shirt splits right down the middle - he would have been sent flying backwards
with the release of pressure if yet another thick vine hadn't come up to
support his back.
Ushijima agrees with him again, but Oikawa barely hears him over his own moan
as another vine pushes itself into his pants.
Neither of them talk much after that.
***** Makoto/Haru (Free!) - oral sex *****
Chapter Summary
     makoharu + oral sex
Chapter Notes
     going through abandoned drafts and posting bits i like
     Rating: E
     Tags: Oral Sex, POV Second Person
He gets your cock in his mouth and down his throat, serenely humming around you
as you gasp. You weave your fingers into his hair, not to pull him closer but
to cradle his head. Your other hand covers your mouth in an attempt to stifle
the noises you're making. Not as though there's anyone around to hear you in
Haru's empty house, but it's a habit partially born of being a teenage boy who
can't ever jerk off without being uncomfortably aware of your little brother
and sister's room down the hall, partially born of the embarrassment of hearing
yourself not only making sex noises but loud ones, at that.
Still, biting down on the knuckles of one hand isn't nearly enough to muffle
the groan you make as Haru licks the sensitive spot on the underside of your
dick, just underneath the head, and unexpectedly presses his thumb against your
entrance. You come back to yourself, trembling like a leaf and just in time to
catch Haru licking his lips like a cat and contentedly pillowing his cheek on
your thigh next to your now-flaccid cock.
You laugh, not quite managing it as you're still breathless, and pull at his
shoulders weakly until he cottons on to what you want, moving up your body so
that you can kiss him. You miss his mouth, catching his bottom lip and his chin
instead, so he leans down and kisses you properly, pressing his lips firmly
against yours and flicking his tongue into your mouth. He still tastes like
you, bitter and sharp, and tasting yourself in his mouth makes you moan and
slide your eyes shut, kissing him even deeper.
***** Kuroo/Tsukishima (HQ!!) - masturbation *****
Chapter Summary
     kurotsukki + masturbation
Chapter Notes
     started as a br fill for SASO2015 and abandoned
     Rating: M
     Tags: Post-canon, Masturbation, Shower Sex, Fantasizing
Tsukishima holds his hand up under the shower spray, letting the water wash
away the evidence of what he'd spent the majority of his time in the shower
doing. (It hadn't been getting clean.)
This is the third time this week, he reflects, watching the water trickle down
through the spaces between his fingers. Kuroo has a way of sticking in his
thoughts, like the residue of too-sweet popsicles on his skin in the summer.
It's always been this way, ever since high school when their relationship was
limited to volleyball games and text message conversations that could go from
sparse and sporadic to involved discussions that stretched on well into the
morning on weekends.
Now that Tsukishima is attending university in Tokyo, it's only gotten worse.
***** Toudou/Makishima (ywpd) - maid dresses *****
Chapter Summary
     toumaki + maid dresses
Chapter Notes
     Rating: T
     Tags: Dresses, Phone Calls & Telephones, Nonbinary Character
For somebody who rarely stopped talking about how attractive they were, Toudou
is surprisingly difficult to talk into dressing up.
"Maki-chan," the whiny petulance in Toudou's voice is clear through the phone,
"that's indecent."
Makishima clicks his tongue.
"What's so indecent about it? I'm talking about dresses, not leather dominatrix
outfits."
"No, you're talking about French maid outfits, like people have in their dirty
fantasies."
"Isn't that kind of the point?"
***** Toudou/Makishima (ywpd) - leg shaving *****
Chapter Summary
     toumaki + leg shaving
Chapter Notes
     Rating: T
     Tags: Shaving, Unresolved Sexual Tension
What the hell are you doing? Makishima is about to say, but the words die on
his tongue.
Of course, Toudou notices him looking. Makishima could deny it, could tease him
or ignore him like he does when Toudou boasts loudly about the various girls
that are always supposedly checking him out, but he doesn't want to, he
realizes.
"Oh? Maki-chan, do you like it?" Toudou says. "It looks really good, right?
Here, come and touch, it feels as smooth as it looks." And before Makishima can
react, Toudou has stepped forward and grabbed his hand. He pauses before he
does anything else, giving a Makishima a look that says is this alright?
"I," Makishima splutters. "Okay." And then his hand is trapped between Toudou's
thighs.
***** Toudou/Makishima (ywpd) - oral sex *****
Chapter Summary
     toumaki + oral sex
Chapter Notes
     Rating: M
     Tags: Oral Sex, Trans Male Character
Part of Makishima would gladly just stay down here on the carpet for the next
few hours staring at Toudou, but the other part of him is overwhelmed with the
desire to touch, so he does, brushing his thumbs down Toudou's inner thighs,
nudging his legs slightly further apart and shuffling closer on the carpet. His
lips follow his left thumb's trail.
"Can I?" Makishima mutters. Toudou says yes, and Makishima presses his lips to
Toudou through his briefs. He's already damp and smells salty and cloying, like
the sea.
***** Toudou/Makishima (ywpd) - first times *****
Chapter Summary
     toumaki + first times
Chapter Notes
     Rating: T
     Tags: First Time, Hand Jobs
"Maki-chan," Toudou says, sounding by all means like he's about to swoon into
Makishima's arms. "You're so amazing, Maki-chan, keep going - "
All I did was put my hand on your dick, Makishima wants to say, feeling his
face heat up, but that would probably spoil the mood. He knows Toudou well
enough to be able to tell that his enthusiasm is one hundred percent genuine,
even though Makishima himself can't see why anyone would be particularly
excited about his pale, skinny hand cupping the front of their jeans.
***** Otabek/Yuri P. (YOI) - rimming *****
Chapter Summary
     "Yura. May I eat you out?"
Chapter Notes
     supposed to be written for Valentine's_Lockers_2017 but didn't post
     it in time, oops. prompt was creampie+felching but it turned more
     into just, rimming.
     Rating: E
     Tags: Rimming, Unprotected Sex, Teasing, Established Relationship
Otabek orgasms so suddenly that he doesn't even take the time to warn Yuri.
Everything is in motion one moment and the next Otabek is frozen still,
breathing hard as his dick pulses. It rests heavy against Yuri's prostate and
it has Yuri squirming, trying to continue grinding up against him even as
Otabek starts to soften inside him.
Otabek pulls out of him, moves down his body. Yuri hurries him along because
his dick is uncomfortably hard and aching, swollen red against his stomach, and
he needs Otabek's hand, his mouth, anything. Otabek doesn't give him what he
wants, though - he mouths at one of Yuri's balls, swipes his tongue across
Yuri's perineum, and then he's pulling back again and Yuri wants to scream
because this is not the time for teasing.
He opens his mouth to tell Otabek so, but before he can Otabek is asking him a
question.
"Yura. May I eat you out?"
Yuri's mouth drops open. He shuffles to prop himself up on one elbow so he can
look into Otabek's face.
"You want to do what?"
He's still so wrecked and fucked-out that the exclamation is a weak one, a high
quaver of indignation that breaks as Yuri's voice gets louder. Yuri hates it
because it makes him sound scandalized, like he doesn't know what he's doing.
He knows what Otabek is referring to, he just never thought it was something
that anyone would actually want to do.
"That's gross, Beka," he declares, flopping back against the mattress again.
Otabek's dick was just in there.
Otabek shrugs, unperturbed.
"We don't have to do it if you're uncomfortable with it," he says, and Yuri
scowls because who said anything about him being uncomfortable?
"I'm fine, I just." He just still can't quite wrap his mind around the fact
that Otabek wants it. "Fuck, Beka. If you really want to, be my guest."
He has to resist the urge to look away or put his hands over his face. Otabek
nods, apparently satisfied with Yuri's answer, and leans in again. He touches
the backs of Yuri's knees, pressing lightly.
"Put your legs up. It'll be easier that way."
"Yeah. Okay."
Yuri swallows, lets Otabek press against the backs of his thighs until he's
folded in half, instinctively straightening his legs like he would if he were
stretching to touch his toes. He replaces Otabek's hands with his own when
Otabek lets go, pulling his legs close to himself.
He can feel Otabek's breath against his hole - gentle wisps of air that make
him shift impatiently against the sheets. Now that he's committed to the idea,
he doesn't want to do this halfway. He definitely doesn't want Otabek to think
about working him up to it slowly or anything like that.
"What are you doing up there," he demands.
"Just looking at you."
At what, Yuri wants to yell.
"Psh, take a picture, it'll last longer."
Otabek chuckles, actually chuckles, and Yuri wants to call him a weirdo but his
voice dies on a gasp because Otabek's tongue is moving along the crack of his
ass, diligently lapping up the come that was leaking out of him, over and over
until Yuri's skin is wet with it.
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