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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky, Otabek_Altin_&_Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki
      Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov, Katsuki_Yuuri_&_Victor_Nikiforov, Katsuki_Yuuri_&
      Yuri_Plisetsky, Victor_Nikiforov_&_Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Yuri_Plisetsky, Otabek_Altin, Victor_Nikiforov, Katsuki_Yuuri
  Additional Tags:
      First_Dates, First_Kiss, First_Time, Loss_of_Virginity, Loss_of
      Innocence, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Anxiety_Disorder, Protectiveness,
      Sleepovers
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-16 Chapters: 1/2 Words: 3454
****** Things Left Unsaid ******
by DomesticProwess
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
“Do you have any plans for this evening?” Yuri had been trying to think of the
coolest way to ask Otabek to come over for close to three hours now, but had
opted for a more straightforward approach as his time began to run out and the
Kazakh man was beginning to change from his practice clothing into his street
clothes.
“Nothing currently. Do you have plans with Victor and Yuuri?”
“Nope, but they said you could come over tonight if you want…”
Otabek paused as he was unlacing his skates to look up at Yuri. The blond was
hovering by his elbow, his purple duffle bag slung over one shoulder. “They
did?”
“Yeah, Victor and Yuuri have some sort of dinner meeting about the new skating
school they are opening, and I asked if you could come over and watch movies.
You could stay the night if you wanted.”
Otabek smiled. It was the kind of smile that made Yuri’s heart flutter as he
tried to hide the excitement that tingled just below his skin.
“Sure, I’d love to come over. I’ll bring my sleeping bag.”
“Great, they will be leaving after six. So, you can come over anytime after
that to avoid them being awkward and weird,” Yuri mumbled as he zipped up his
winter coat.
“I can bring some movies over, if you want,” Otabek suggested as he got to his
feet, bridging the small space between himself and Yuri. The closeness causing
the blond to take a step backward as he tried to hide how excited he was for
the Kazakh man to be close to him. He noticed Victor and Yuuri out of the
corner of his eye as the pair seemed to be heading toward the locker room exit.
“Perfect. I watch just about anything. I’ll see you then,” Yuri called over his
shoulder as he hurried after Victor and Yuuri, waving a quick goodbye to Otabek
as he slammed the locker room door behind him. His heart was dancing in his
chest as he climbed into the backseat of Victor’s car.
He had a date.
The blond stood in front of his floor to ceiling mirror with a frown etched
into the soft plains of his face. He had tried on several outfits now, and
nothing seemed right. He wanted to look perfect, if that was something he’d be
able to achieve. At the moment Yuri had on a tight pair of exercise pants and a
loose blue hoodie. He groaned when he realized he had just worn the same hoodie
earlier this week to practice...Otabek had been there. He wasn’t going to wear
it again. He threw the hoodie to the floor to join the rest of his clothing
with a sigh, poking at his flat stomach as he decided whether or not to wear
the pants. They could work… He pulled the waistband of the pants to sit lower
on his hips, exposing the sharp lines of his hipbones as he continued to
scrutinized himself in the mirror. He rolled them down just a little further,
stopping just above his crotch and deciding he had made the correct choice in
deciding not to put on underwear. Yuri turned, smiling when he saw the way his
pants hugged the curve of his rear. His ass looked amazing. At least something
was fitting him in the right way. He kicked through the pile of clothes at his
feet, unearthing his tiger sweater from the mess and deciding it was better
than nothing as he slipped it on. Yuri was glaring at his reflection when a
knock at the door pulled him away.
“Yuri?” Victor asked in his singsong voice as he peeked his head into the room.
“You’re going to need to tidy up if Otabek is coming over-”
“I fucking know. I was getting ready to fold my laundry before you just walked
in uninvited,” Yuri grumbled as he threw most of the pile onto his bed with a
huff. His emerald eyes were narrowed with frustration as Victor slithered into
the room for further inspection. “This is my room-”
“I didn’t mean to upset you. I just wanted to give you some advice,” Victor
said with a grin as he moved to sit on the edge of the blond’s computer desk.
“Do you guys have any big plans?”
“No, we are just going to watch some movies that Otabek is bringing over. Maybe
eat some takeout. We might stay up late playing the new video game Katsudon
bought me.”
Hopefully lose my virginity.
“Sounds like a fun time-”
“Yes, it will be. Now get out and let me clean,” Yuri huffed, chucking one of
his stuffed cats in the silver haired man’s direction before turning to put all
of his clothing back onto the hangers he had ripped them off of just moments
earlier.
Yuri had bought everything he thought they would need. Snacks, drinks...other
adult things. It had been embarrassing to buy condoms from the little old woman
that ran the convenience store down the street, but he wanted to be ready in
case Otabek found himself seduced by the blond’s willing form. He had paced
around the living room while waiting for Otabek to arrive, Makkachin was
staring at him with large dark eyes as Yuri refused to settle down.
Eventually Otabek arrived with a large bag full of junk food and movies. Yuri
lead the dark haired boy to his bedroom, which was now in a state of perfection
as he locked the door behind them. The pair set up a pile of pillows on Yuri’s
bed before turning off the lights and starting the first movie. Otabek had
selected a classic horror film, one of his personal favorites that he had hoped
Yuri would enjoy, but much to his chagrin the blond did not.
Yuri burrowed into Otabek’s side, the soft fabric of the blond’s shirt began to
creep up as he hid his face in the Kazakh man’s chest during a particularly
scary scene that flashed across the screen. Yuri trembled as the music got
louder, and more menacing with each passing second.
Otabek rubbed a hand over Yuri’s back, frowning as he watched the blond shake,
eyes closed tightly in fear. “Did you want to watch something else-”
“No,” Yuri said quickly, nervous green eyes peering up at Otabek as another
loud jump scare made him flinch. “Scary movies...just scare me. Just hold me,
okay?”
Otabek could feel his cheeks going pink. His mouth was dry as he tried to
speak, only managing a nod as he wrapped an arm around Yuri’s thin waist and
held him closer. Yuri was molded perfectly to him, the dark haired man’s
fingers toyed with the hem of the blond’s shirt, stealing soft touches to
Yuri’s milky skin whenever he had the chance. The petite Russian was
practically in his lap for the rest of the movie and it was slowly killing him.
Otabek swallowed the moans that threatened to push past his lips as Yuri
wiggled in his lap, the way the blond’s bottom was pressing into his pelvis was
sinful and it became very difficult to ignore his hardening penis. His hands
settled at Yuri’s hips, attempting to hold the blond still as Yuri turned to
glance over his shoulder and up into Otabek’s dark eyes.
“I’m not wearing in underwear...if you were wondering,” Yuri said softly,
cheeks pink as he tried to wiggle his hips against Otabek again.
“I could have guessed by how tight your pants are,” the Kazakh man managed to
mumble as he tried to keep himself under control, his mouth set into a thin
line.
“I picked them out just for you,” Yuri said in a voice barely above a whisper
as he slipped out of Otabek’s lap and moved to press their chests together. “Do
you like them?”
“I think I’d like them better on the floor, if I’m being honest.”
“Then why don’t you take them off?”
Otabek slid his hands under the fabric of Yuri’s sweater, fingertips gliding
over the warm skin as he found his way up to the blond’s muscled shoulders.
Otabek kneaded at the damp flesh, pressing his lips to Yuri’s as he muted the
television set and leaned the blond down to lay on his back. The dark haired
man kneeled over Yuri, his long legs spread on either side of the blond as Yuri
wrapped his arms around Otabek’s neck to pull him closer. Their kiss was all
tongue and teeth as Yuri struggled to allow Otabek to take the lead.
It was his first kiss.
Yuri’s nervousness was causing him to tremble, which prompted the Kazakh man to
pull away and look at him with concern. “Are you okay with all of this? You can
tell me to stop-”
“No, I want this, Beka,”
Otabek pulled Yuri into a sitting position, bringing the blond up to straddle
his waist as he began to kiss the sweat slicked skin of Yuri’s neck. The petite
Russian moaned, fisting his thin hands in the soft strands of Otabek’s hair as
the older boy nipped at the area between his neck and shoulder. Otabek rolled
his hips upward, pressing his erection to Yuri’s as he tried to entice more
kitten mewls from the blond. He couldn’t get enough of the noises Yuri was
making as he sucked a dark mark into the skin of Yuri’s shoulder, somewhere the
blond could easily hide from his guardians.
Otabek pulled the sweater over Yuri’s head, throwing the dark fabric to the
floor as he began to worship the blond’s chest. His fingers toyed with the soft
pink buds of Yuri’s nipples, making each of them into hard peaks before leaning
in to suck one into his hot mouth while his hand continued to tease the one not
being sucked. Yuri whimpered as Otabek lapped at him, his teeth grazing over
the tender skin as he playfully nursed. His free hand traveled lower, tracing
the outline of Yuri’s erection, smiling as the blond bucked up into his touch.
Otabek squeezed once, loving the warm feeling of the flesh as Yuri tried weakly
to push him away
“Beka, please…”
The dark haired boy pulled away, a long line of spit trailing between his lips
and Yuri’s nipple as he did so. “Please what, Yura?”
“Please just do it.”
“Do what?” Otabek grinned wildly as he waited for the blond to say it. He
wasn’t doing anything until he heard the words from Yuri’s lips.
“Beka, don’t tease me.”
“I don’t know what you want me to do, sweet Yura.”
“I...I want you to fuck me,” Yuri finally whimpered, his hands guiding Otabek’s
downward to cup the delicious swell of his ass.
“Oh...that’s what you wanted,” Otabek said with a laugh as he hooked his
fingers under the waistband of Yuri’s pants to ease the fabric down. He paused
just before freeing the blond’s erection, Yuri whimpered as the dark haired man
leaned forward to lay on his stomach, his mouth inches from the trapped flesh.
Otabek pulled the tight pants away, allowing Yuri’s cock to spring free. He
quickly sucked the hot flesh into his mouth, humming happily as Yuri sobbed his
name.
Otabek had always loved sucking cock. He had found that he possessed a natural
talent for it, mostly because of his lack of a gag reflex, but he had always
loved seeing the way a man's toes seemed to curl when he sucked them in deep
and fondled their balls. His nose was buried into the nest of blond curls
around Yuri’s cock as he worked to bring the blond to the edge. Yuri was
moaning his name like some sort of gentle prayer, until he suddenly began
trying to wiggle away from the Kazakh man’s touch.
“Beka stop, I don’t want to finish in your mouth-”
“But what if I want it?” Otaek asked coyly, taking large, lazy licks of the
head of the blond’s penis.
“I...I guess that’s fine.”
“I’m just teasing,” Otabek said softly as he climbed up to be nose to nose with
Yuri. “Do you have a condom?”
“Yeah,” Yuri said between deep gulps of breath. “Top drawer...there is lube in
there too.”
“You’re so prepared. Was your plan to seduce me, Yura?” Otabek laughed as he
grabbed the small bottle and a condom from the drawer.
“I might have had that in mind…”
Otabek smiled at the blond as he coated his fingers in the cool gel. “You
should lay on your stomach for this part. It will be easier.”
Yuri rolled over, pushing up onto his knees to present his ass to Otabek. The
Kazakh man felt his mouth water as his eyes raked over the pale, unmarked skin.
He resisted the urge to just lean in and take a bite. Deciding it would be
smarter not to potentially frighten the blond, and focus on prepping him. He
parted Yuri’s cheeks carefully, licking his lips at the tight pink pucker that
was waiting for him. Otabek swirled one finger around the rim, teasing the
muscle with soft playful touches as Yuri tried to push back and force the
wandering digit inside.
“Be patient,” Otabek warned, pushing just the tip of one finger inside. He
grabbed the bottle of lubricant and began to slowly drip more onto Yuri’s
entrance, smiling as the blond whimpered from the cold kiss of the liquid.
Otabek pushed one finger all the way in, his free hand holding Yuri steady as
he wanted to wait for the blond to adjust to the sensation. He then added a
second, moving the fingers together in and out of the tight ring as he slowly
began to open Yuri up.
“Have you done this before?” Yuri asked breathlessly as Otabek continued to
work his fingers inside of him.
“A few times. What about you?”
“You’re my first,” Yuri admitted shamefully, hiding his face in his hands as
Otabek added a third finger. He moaned pathetically as the stretched caused his
hole to ache.
“I’ll take care of you, Yura.”
“I’m sorry I’m a virgin-”
“Don’t be sorry. I like it. I promise,” Otabek said quickly as his three
fingers made a come hither motion inside of the blond’s passage. “You are
amazing.”
Yuri moaned loudly, trying to push his hips back to meet the shallow thrusts of
the digits, but found himself being held in place by Otabek. He felt ready. He
didn’t know how much longer the older boy had planned on working him, but he
hoped it would end soon. He craved Otabek’s cock. Yuri’s mind was racing as he
tried to imagine how it would feel inside of him.
“I’m going to put it in now.”
Yuri’s heart began to pound as he heard Otabek remove his pants and return to
his position behind him. His hands were fisted in his sheets as he tried to
brace himself
“I will go slow, Yura, but you have to relax.”
Yuri tried to even out his breathing, his knees shook as he felt Otabek’s hands
parting his cheeks, followed by the gentle prodding of the thick head of the
dark haired boy’s cock. The head pushed in with a burning stretch. Yuri took
deep breaths as Otabek rubbed the small of the blond’s back as he inched his
way inside. He eventually felt Otabek’s hips press up against his bottom, and
the Kazakh seemed to let out a breath he had been holding the entire time.
“You need time to adjust. So, just stay still, Yura.”
Yuri nodded weakly. He felt as if the cock in his ass was trying to split him
in half. He didn’t want to move, and didn’t want Otabek to move. Yuri was
unsure if he wanted Otabek to just take it out or just leave it in there
forever, but he did everything in his power to stay calm as Otabek massaged the
flesh of his ass.
“You really have the most amazing ass I’ve ever seen,” Otabek said softly as he
landed one playful slap to the pale skin. “It doesn’t ever belong in pants.”
Yuri found himself gently laughing, not noticing the slight shift of Otabek’s
hips as he pulled out and slowly eased back in. “Beka, you are ridiculous.”
“Just trying to lighten the mood.”
Otabek shifted again, rocking his pelvis a little more forcefully this time and
rolling harder up into Yuri’s tight heat. Yuri whimpered at the full sensation.
The burn and stretch was still present, but had dulled slightly as he began to
get used to the invasive member. Otabek began a steady rhythm, thrusting into
the blond while holding Yuri steady with his strong hands wrapped around the
small Russian’s waist. Yuri moaned with each motion, occasionally trying to
push back to meet the snapping of Otabek’s hips, but moreso finding himself
lost in the feeling. His body felt warm and floaty as his cock swung between
his spread legs. He knew his orgasm was close and he began to whine softly when
Otabek reached around to tug at his erection.
“Does this feel good, Yura? Just think of how amazing it will feel when you
ride my cock. I’ll just hold you in my lap and you will just ride me like the
sweet little kitten you are. You’re my good kitten, aren’t you, Yura?”
Yuri’s vision went white as he felt his seed splatter in thick ropes on his bed
and all over Otabek’s hand. His body went tense, and then suddenly limp as
Otabek continued to fuck him, finishing moments later with a loud grunt as he
draped himself over the blond’s back. Otabek rolled them onto their sides,
sliding his cock out with a wet pop as semen, tinged pink with blood slowly
oozed from Yuri’s hole. He held the blond close, whispering his praise softly
into the smaller skater’s ear as he massaged the petite Russian’s stomach.
“You were amazing. I’m so proud of you. I’ve never been with anyone like that
before…” Otabek mumbled.
Otabek’s words just washed over him. Yuri was in a daze as the dark haired
skater grabbed a dirty shirt from the floor to clean them both up, before
helping Yuri into an oversized sweatshirt and flopping back down onto the bed
with him. They laid together in blissful silence until they heard the soft slam
of a nearby door. Otabek jumped up, pulling on a pair of pants and tossing
shorts to Yuri as the knob of the bedroom door jiggled. The blond let out a
sigh of relief as he remember that he had locked the door. He hurried over and
cracked open the entry, glaring up into Yuuri’s face as the Japanese man smiled
down at him.
“We are home and just wanted to check on you.”
“Well here we are, and we’re trying to watch a movie so can you leave us
alone.”
“Have you two been behaving?”
“Like fucking angels, now leave before you let Tsarina out. I don’t want
Makkachin to chase her again.”
Victor poked his head into the room, blue eyes settling on Otabek as the dark
haired boy tried to appear busy and rummaged through his backpack. “Don’t stay
up too late. You both have practice tomorrow.”
“We know,” Yuri groaned as he tried to shut the door. “Good night and go away!”
Otabek grinned as Yuri slammed the door shut. “They really care about you-”
“They care too much.”
“It’s endearing,” Otabek laughed as he began to unroll his sleeping bag.
“What are you doing?”
“Making my bed-”
“I figured we could both share my bed...it is big enough,” Yuri mumbled, eyes
glued to the floor as he hoped Otabek wouldn’t reject him.
“I would love to.”
Yuri laid awake, green eyes staring up at the dark ceiling of his room as tears
threatened to spill down his cheeks. The blond felt embarrassed as negative
thoughts began to swirl around in his head. His anxiety was gnawing at him as
he picked at his fingernails and tugged at the ends of his blond hair. Had he
been too willing? Had be been too forward? Too slutty? Would Otabek still want
to be his friend after this? Had he royally fucked everything up? Yuri
whimpered as he buried his face into his pillow, turning his back to Otabek. As
he slowly drifted off to sleep he was unable to shake the cold feeling of
guilt. He had fucked up. He had ruined everything and was sure their friendship
would never be the same.
End Notes
     A gift for a close friend ♥‿♥ We both loved the idea of sweet otayuri
     sharing their first time together during a cute little naughty
     sleepover. I hope everyone likes it and I hope everyone is having an
     amazing day!!!!!! There will be one more chapter to this and I can't
     wait to share it with you!!!!!
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