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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov/Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri/Yuri
      Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov, Victor_Nikiforov/Yuri
      Plisetsky
  Character:
      Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri, Victor_Nikiforov
  Additional Tags:
      ot3_relationship, Underage_Sex, Threesome, Consensual_Sex, sweet_virgin
      yurio, Anal_Fingering, Masturbation, Hand_Jobs
  Series:
      Part 1 of the_bonding_of_Agape_and_Eros
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-02 Completed: 2016-12-15 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 5429
****** the bonding of Agape and Eros ******
by KyokoUchiha
Summary
     ** “Let Yuuri wash your hair”, Victor suggested next to him.
     The blond opened his eyes to glare at the older. “I never said that I
     would do this bonding shit with him”, he snapped, pushing the bangs
     out of his eyes.
     Victor tipped his head to the side. “If you don’t want to cooperate,
     I guess you don’t want me to coach you anymore.”
     The urge to punch this fucker’s face was really strong. “Fine!”, he
     grumbled. He looked over his shoulder to the other man. “If you get
     shampoo in my eyes, I’m gonna punch you.”
     Yuuri crouched down behind the younger boy and accepted the bottle
     from Victor. “I’ll be careful”, he smiled reassuringly. **
     ––
     Some bonding smut between our favorite trio.
     ––
     Takes place between episode 3 & 4
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
     1: I know that Yuri is underage. If you don’t like to read about sex
     between a 15 year old boy and two over 20 years old men, feel free to
     leave :)
     2: I don’t support these relationships, this is purely fiction!
     3: ‘Yuri’ or ‘Yurio’ refer to Plisetski Yuri and ‘Yuuri’ (and
     ‘Katsudon’) refer to Katsuki Yuuri
     4: It’s my first time writing gay smut, and a threesome none the less
     ^^’ I thought that my first time would be Klance or even Shklance,
     but then YOI aired ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
     5: English isn’t my first language, so please forgive me for my plain
     writing style.
     No beta reader.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Yuri liked to think that he would become the champion in figure skating. That
nobody could beat him except for Victor.
But after watching Katsuki Yuuris performance on the internet, he wasn’t so
sure anymore, that he would win in the senior circuit. He wasn’t so dumb to
underestimate this annoying fool. Yuuri was pathetic but he had talent. So
yeah, Yuri could recognize him as a rival, but he would still treat him as
someone not worth of Victor’s attention.
“Damn, Victor”, Yuri cursed as he sat on the edge of the pond, hot water
soothing his aching legs and feet. They had just finished their first training
session and Yuri felt like his body would give out any moment. It wouldn’t be
easy but he had known as much with Victor as a coach.
He still hated that Victor had chosen Agape for him. He didn’t like to skate
soft, sensual. His performance had to be powerful, emotional like Eros. Ugh. He
couldn’t picture Katsudon to be sexy. Nothing about him was attractive. Not his
annoying personality, his lack of confidence, nor his stupid glasses and
definitely not his way of skating. At least he wasn’t fat anymore.
Yuri kicked the water with his foot. He still couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Dammit.
Just as he decided to get up and start cleaning himself, he heard the door open
behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see Victor and that stupid Katsudon
entering the room. Both men had wrapped a towel around their waists – which
didn’t make Yuri’s heart beat slower.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”, he demanded.
Victor smiled this stupid smile of his, which made people swoon including that
raven idiot. “Ah, there you are, Yurio. I thought that we could bond a little
after training~”
“Don’t call me that!” He hated his new nickname. “And I don’t want to bond with
either of you. I just want to bathe in peace.” Through the bangs of his blond
hair his gaze shifted from Victor to Yuuri, who stood behind the older one.
Their eyes met and Yuri turned away, embarrassed at being caught.
“A healthy rivalry needs some bonding. And this onsen is great opportunity for
you two. Yuuri is going to wash your back and you will wash his.” Victor wound
his arm around Yuuri’s shoulders and pulled the shorter one more into the room.
“He doesn’t seem fond of your idea”, Yuuri said after observing the boy’s sour
expression.
“Oh, he will”, Victor smiled at his side. He pushed the raven down onto a stool
and sat down next to him on another. He glanced over to the boy who was
silently fuming by himself. He noticed the dry mop of blond hair. “Yurio, did
you not wash your hair?”
Yuri gritted his teeth, a curse at the tip of his tongue. “No, I haven’t
cleaned myself yet. I wanted to relax my feet first”, he explained, stubbornly
leaving their back to them.
“That’s not hygienic. You cannot put your dirty feet into the water!”, Yuuri
suddenly exclaimed.
When Yuri turned his body he was surprised to see the raven at his side. Hands
on his hips, looking down at the blond like he was a child, which had done
something wrong. He felt his cheeks heating up. “Stop looking at me like that.
I washed my feet before I put them in the water, you idiot!”
Now it was Yuuri’s turn to blush in embarrassment.
Serves him right, the blond thought, grinning smugly. “I do have manners.”
“I can hardly believe that”, Yuuri retorted.
Victor laughed and Yuri growled, now glaring menacingly up at the other. The
silver haired man clapped his hands together. “Don’t fight. Both of you are
tired and did well today. Let’s wash up and relax together.” Again this stupid
smile.
Yuri huffed, regarded the raven with an angry scowl, but none the less obliged.
Victor patted the stool next to him and Yuri sat down. “Yuuri, come here.”
Yuri filled the wooden bucket with warm water and poured it over his head,
letting it soak his hair. When he reached for the bottle with shampoo, someone
grabbed his wrist.
“Let Yuuri wash your hair”, Victor suggested next to him.
The blond opened his eyes to glare at the older. “I never said that I would do
this bonding shit with him”, he snapped, pushing the bangs out of his eyes.
Victor tipped his head to the side. “If you don’t want to cooperate, I guess
you don’t want me to coach you anymore.”
The urge to punch this fucker’s face was really strong. “Fine!”, he grumbled.
He looked over his shoulder to the other man. “If you get shampoo in my eyes,
I’m gonna punch you.”
Yuuri crouched down behind the younger boy and accepted the bottle from Victor.
“I’ll be careful”, he smiled reassuringly.
Yuri whipped his head back, now he wanted to punch the idiot. His hands grabbed
the towel around his waist as he waited, hoping that nobody could hear the
frantic beating of his heart.
When he felt big hands in his hair, he closed his eyes and tried to concentrate
on breathing evenly. Yuuri's hands carded gently through his hair, carefully
messaging his scalp. It felt ... nice. He began to relax.
After a few minutes the hands disappeared. He couldn't open his eyes due to the
soap, but he heard water running in front of him. Then he felt a hand on his
forehead. "I'm gonna rinse your hair now." The next moment warm water ran over
his head. And seconds later: "There, done."
"Wasn't so bad, was it?", Victor asked smugly.
Yuri ignored the pang in his chest. Instead he opened his eyes and glared at
the silver haired man. "Whatever. Are you happy now?" Hopefully he would now
stop with this bonding shit.
"Nope, Yuuri still needs to wash your back~"
Yuri's whole body went aflame. He opened his mouth to protest but Victor
wiggled his finger in front of his face. "Ah, ah. Don't forget~" which made the
blond shut his mouth again. Victor smiled and winked at Yuuri behind the
younger's back.
The raven shook his head and gathered a wash cloth and the soap in his hands.
Victor used this time to charge for Yuri's towel at his waist. The blond boy
realized too late what the older had done and hastily put his hands over his
lap to conceal his private parts. "Victor!", he screeched. Again probably the
whole onsen had heard his outburst.
The silver haired man chuckled and held the towel just outside of Yuri's reach.
"It will just get wet when you leave it on", he explained. "We are all men. You
don't have to be shy~"
"Pervert, give it back!", Yuri tried to reach behind him, which made him loose
his balance.
Strong hands around his waist saved him from falling off the stool. When he
raised his head green eyes met with brown. "You okay?", Yuuri asked, brows
knitted in concern.
The boy stared into the depth of those warm, brown eyes. A melodic chuckle
brought him out of his trance. He whipped his head around and glared down at
the hands in his lap. He absolutely hated how many times he had blushed today.
Damn this stupid Katsudon with his stupid smile and his stupid friendly
behavior.
"Don't mope, Yurio."
"Shuddup", the blond snapped. "Just do whatever you want", he pushed wet bangs
out of his eyes. He was tired and hungry.
"I'm gonna start washing", Yuuri announced behind him. Seconds later a warm wet
cloth touched his back. He still let out a tiny gasp but managed to stay still.
He needed to concentrate and not let the soft touches get to his brain or other
body part, which would further embarrass him. The cloth traveled from his
shoulders down his back, over his sides and back up. When it disappeared he let
out a sigh of relief.
Suddenly a hand between his shoulder blades pushed his upper body forward,
making his chest touch his legs. "Bent down, Yurio", Victor ordered.
Yuri wanted to yell at him but when the cloth dipped down into the cleft of his
ass cheeks brushing over his hole, he choked on his words. Instead he bit down
on his tongue to suppress a moan. He looked back over his shoulder, ready to
tell the other Russian off, but when he realized it wasn't Victor who was
touching him, a little gasp escaped his mouth. Green eyes met brown again and
Yuri blushed a deep shade of red as he felt his dick responding to the
treatment. He hastily clamped his hands over it, hoping they didn't see it.
A deep chuckle next to him shattered all hope. "Seems like you do enjoy
bonding~", Victor stated, a smug smile on his lips.
Yuri glared through his bangs, a snarl ready on his lips, but when Yuuri again
brushed over his hole – and applied pressure – he couldn't hold back a moan
anymore, unconsciously arching his back and pressing his ass more into the
touch. Needless to say that his dick was at full attention now – that
traitorous little shit.
The hand between his shoulder blades moved lower, tracing his spine, making
goose bumps raise on his skin. Yuri had to bite down on his lips to not let out
another embarrassing sound.
"Don't do that", Victor's fingers grabbed his chin. His thumb traced gently
over his abused lower lip. Blue eyes gazed into green, their faces so close
that the boy could only see pools of sparkling blue.
Suddenly a hand clamped over his own in his lap, which snapped him out of his
trance. Shame overwrote arousal, giving him power to stand up. Both men looked
surprised as he gave them a heated glare. "I'm not playing games with you", he
spat and hastily left the room, not looking back. He didn't see the crestfallen
expression on Yuuri's face nor Victor's disappointed eyes.
When Yuri reached his room he his threw himself onto the futon and pulled the
duvet over his body. His backside still tingled from their touches, shame and
arousal still burning in his veins.
Fuck them and their pretty faces! Fuck all this shit!, he mentally cursed. His
face was still flushed, his aching dick was trapped between his body and the
mattress. He pressed his hips down harder. Fingers brushing wet bangs out of
his face, he cursed his stupid young body. Adults probably wouldn't stay hard
after all this shit – wouldn't get aroused in the first place.
"Stupid Katsudon, stupid Victor", he mumbled into the pillow. His hand moved to
his butt, fingers tracing his hole. It was still wet and slippery from the
soap. He bit his lip as he pushed one finger inside. His dick jumped at the
sensation. A few seconds later a second finger joined the first.
The situation resembled the one from a few days ago, after he had seen Yuuri's
performance video on the internet. He wouldn't admit it out loud but he had
been hard after watching Yuuri skate Victor's routine so perfectly.
He began to move his fingers in and out as he imagined them to be Yuuri's. He
couldn't reach as deep inside as the raven probably would. His hips began to
rut into the mattress. He remembered Victor's warm hand at his chin, on his
back, touching his skin. The places he had touched still felt hot.
Yuri let out a wanton moan and squeezed his fingers between his body and the
mattress to touch his dick, which was leaking precum on the sheets. He would
have to erase the evidence tomorrow morning. Imagining Victor and Yuuri finding
out about this made his cheeks burn in shame.
He remembered Victor skating the choreography for Eros and imagined the raven
doing it. His back arched, fingers twisting inside him, his other hand pumping
his pulsing member. Eyes closed, surrounded by darkness, he could clearly
picture both men on the ice, in the bath, together with him. With their names
on his lips he reached his climax. His release spilled onto his hand, cum
staining his skin and sheets.
When he came down from his high, he sat up and touched the mess he had made on
the sheets. He clicked his tongue, again cursing his stupid hormones. He
couldn't go back to the bath. With his current luck he would run right into
those idiots. Which meant he would have to get up early tomorrow.
Sighing in annoyance he plopped back down onto a dry part of the mattress and
pulled the covers back over himself. His stomach growled, but he ignored it.
Because of these idiots he had to sleep on an empty stomach. He grumbled some
Russian curses at them and closed his eyes.
Luckily he didn't need much time to fall asleep thanks to all the hard
training. Unfortunately his dreams consisted of men with blue and brown eyes.
Chapter End Notes
     End part one
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     1. Thanks for all the kudos and comments ^^ They really made me happy
     :D
     2. I don’t recall the exact wordings from the episode (I don’t have
     time to watch the episode again :/ ) so I wrote down what seemed to
     fit for my story
     3. I’m not really sure about Yuri’s family background (don’t
     remember, if he talked about other family members apart from his
     grandpa), which means that I again wrote what fit for me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
     Please, bear with me
     4. Enjoy the smut ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It turned out, that cleaning the futon without anyone noticing, was an
impossible task. On his way to the washroom, he ran into Yuuri's sister,
Katsuki Mari. Stumbling on his words, he tried to explain, why he was up early
and wanted to clean his bed sheets.
 
Mari offered to put them into the machine, but he insisted on doing it himself.
She eyed him warily, but after noticing his beet red face, she grinned. "Don't
be ashamed. Yuuri had to clean his sheets every day when he was at your age."
 
Yuri's blush darkened. He hastily pushed the sheets into the machine and fled.
He could still hear her laugh when he returned to his room.
 
After his cheeks returned to a normal color, he stepped out and went to the
bathroom to finally wash all the nasty stuff off his body, but it was already
occupied by Victor. For the second time this morning he fled to his room.
 
At the hallway he stumbled into Yuuri, who had just woken up and was still in
his pajamas. "Ah, good morning, Yurio", the raven greeted, yawning.
 
Yuri blushed, the dried cum on his lower body reminding him of his activity
yesterday. Before he could bite out a greeting, his stomach rumbled loudly.
 
"Ah, you must be hungry. You didn't eat dinner yesterday. I'm sorry for what
happened. It's our fault. We went too far", Yuuri apologized, nervously
fumbling with his fingers.
 
The blond crossed his arms over his chest. "I was just tired. It had nothing to
do with you two", he lied, not daring to look into the other's eyes. It was
easier to lie if he wasn't confronted with Yuuri's gentle eyes. He caught his
nervous smile in the corner of his eye and clicked his tongue. "Let's go eat."
 
===============================================================================
 
 
It was awful to sit at the table, eating breakfast with everyone, when he still
felt dirty. He didn't dare look Victor in the eyes, fearing that he would guess
what was bothering him. He ignored every attempt at conversation and just
focused on his food.
 
When they arrived at the ice rink he went straight to the bathroom to change
into training clothes. He would have to endure until practice was finished,
then he could take a shower. He zipped up his hoodie and went to grab his skate
shoes, ignoring the questioning look he received from the older Russian.
 
Practicing his routine made him forget his problems. He could ignore both men
and just focused on his moves. Being 'Agape' was harder that he had thought.
Victor had made it look so easy but he had made it clear that Yuri did it
wrong.
 
"Think about something you love", the older Russian said.
 
Yuri huffed. "I'm trying, dammit!", he snapped.
 
"You are talented, but your greed is showing. 'Agape' is about loving
unconditionally and being selfless. Giving everything for the one you love", he
explained.
 
"This is bullshit", the younger snarled. "I didn't want to skate this!"
 
"I gave you this routine because I thought you could learn something new. Maybe
you're not ready. It seems that I overestimated you", Victor stated.
 
"Shut the fuck up! I can do this. You'll see", Yuri exclaimed and started
again.
 
Victor's gaze met Yuuri's at the other side of the rink.
 
===============================================================================
  
After practice was done, Yuri fled into the safety of the showers. He peeled
off his sweat-drenched clothes from his body and stepped into a stall. When he
felt the hot water descend on his body, he finally relaxed. He would master the
routine. He'd show Victor that he could beat Yuuri. And then Victor would only
coach him.
 
He smirked as he thought about beating Yuuri, showing him that there was no
place for him in this competition. He would show everyone that he would be the
champion.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
The days went by as both him and the older Yuuri underwent Victor's special
training to master their individual routine. Yuuri also struggled with
mastering 'Eros' but at least he could picture it. Yuri still couldn't express
selfless love. How would he know? When he saw how Yuuri's mother fussed over
her children, he got jealous. His mother hadn't ever acted like that.
 
He didn't feel warmth when he thought about her. She hadn't cared about his
interest for figure skating. Only one person did care. His grandpa. When he
thought back about him, he did feel something in his chest. And suddenly he
could understand what 'Agape' felt like.
 
"We should go, Yurio", he heard Yuuri say beside him. When he didn't respond,
fingers wrapped around his wrist and pulled him out from under the waterfall.
 
Still wrapped up in his memory, Yuri gazed up at the older man and nodded.
"Okay." He didn't notice the fond glint in the other' eyes.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
At the ice rink Yuri tried to teach Yuuri the quad Salchow until Victor barged
into the hall.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
Back at the onsen Yuri gazed up into the night sky, as he let the hot water
soothe his aching muscles. He brushed wet bangs out of his eyes as he tried to
ignore the two adults who were currently busy with washing each other. At least
Victor didn't make him wash Yuuri's back this time. He closed his eyes and let
his mind wander over the routine. Two days left. In two days he would beat that
stupid Yuuri and go back to Russia with Victor as his coach.
 
He opened his eyes and peeked over to the two men and nearly had a heart
attack. Victor, crouched behind Yuuri, pressed his chest against the raven's
back; his hand was rubbing with the washcloth over his chest. The act was far
from innocent, considering Yuuri's posture: red tinted cheeks, eyes half
closed, looking blissful.
 
Yuri felt his body instantly lit on fire. How could this perverted Russian do
something like this in front of him?! Did they do this all the time? Don't
think about that. Bad mind! Yuri desperately tried to stop his mind from
imagining all possible scenarios of what both men could do in their alone time.
He felt himself getting hard. Damn his hormones. When Victor's hand descended
between Yuuri's opened legs, Yuri couldn't stay quiet anymore. "The fuck are
you two doing?"
 
The silver haired man turned his head but didn't stop his ministration. "I'm
cleaning him", he said. Yuuri let out a gasp, tipping his head back on the
other's shoulder. He also turned his head and his clouded eyes met Yuri's.
 
The blond's dick twitched. His cheeks lit up in arousal and embarrassment.
"That's hardly cleaning, you pervert!"
 
Victor's lips quirked into a smile. "Oh, but he likes it, ne Yuuri~" His free
hand brushed over a perky nipple, making the younger gasp and arch into his
palm. His smile turned into a smirk. "See."
 
Yuri growled and slapped the water's surface. "At least do that when you two
are alone!" He really tried not to watch Victor's hand rub between the raven's
legs but it was difficult. His eyes wandered up to the fingers, which tweaked a
nipple; up to Yuuri's face with his eyes closed, mouth open, letting out lewd
sounds, cheeks flushed.
 
He heard a chuckle and when his eyes met blue ones, he jerked back and turned
his back on them. He hid his body beneath the water, only letting his nose and
eyes peak out. Hands in his lap, he tried to ignore his aching dick. But it was
hard, when his ears still picked up all the little obscene noises coming out of
Yuuri's mouth. Oh how he wanted to fuck this pretty mouth of his, push his dick
between those kissable lips. His dick made a happy twitch at that image. His
fingers unconsciously wrapped around his length and squeezed. He bit on his lip
to not let out a sound. His body felt on fire. He roused a little, so he
wouldn't inhale water when he opened his mouth, and started to pump his dick.
 
So enwrapped in his own pleasure, he didn't notice someone approaching. Hands
pushed between his armpits and heaved his body out of the water in one go. The
blond screeched in surprise and horror. "You're a naughty boy, Yurio", Victor
scolded behind him, holding his body in midair.
 
Yuri's cheeks burned in shame, he tried to hide his hard-on with his hands.
"Put me down, you perverted old man!" He tried to kick his legs back, but his
attempt just earned him a chuckle from behind.
 
"Don't be shy, Yurio~. I know, you like us."
 
Yuri's legs stopped in their movement. "Who'd like that stupid idiot?!" His
voice was trembling, making his lie obvious.
 
"Someone who masturbated after getting his back washed by the aforementioned
'idiot'", Victor said in a singsong voice, smugness obvious.
 
Yuri's whole upper body flushed red. How did he find out? He wanted to crawl
back into his room, to hide and never come out again. It was so embarrassing,
how could he possibly look both men in the eyes now? His eyes started to sting
– no, he couldn't cry in front of them! He desperately tried to hold the sob
in, which was threatening to spill over his lips, but failed when Victor
suddenly carried him away from the water. He wanted to say something, but
couldn't let another sob escape. Instead he covered his eyes with one hand,
hoping that they didn't see his tears.
 
When Victor stopped the boy was sure that he would have to leave the bath, but
when he peeked between his fingers, he could see that they now stood in front
of Yuuri, who was still seated on a stool. His eyes weren't hooded anymore, but
shone warmly up at him. Before the boy had time to comprehend the situation,
Victor let him down onto the raven's lap. Warm hands wrapped around his waist
as the older pulled him into a more comfortable position with the smaller
straddling him.
 
Yuri could only manage to stare down into warm brown colored eyes. His hands
grabbed broader shoulders to steady himself. This position made their dicks
brush up against another, resulting in both Yu(u)ris letting out a moan. The
blond bit down on his lip and glared half heartedly at both men – Victor had
resumed sitting behind Yuuri.
 
The older Russian just smiled contently and brushed a hand on his face,
sweeping away the tears, which had managed to spill down his cheeks.
 
Yuri wanted to jerk away but Yuuri's hold was strong, which left the boy to
intensify his glare. The hands on his waist squeezed a little stronger, which
brought his attention onto the raven.
 
"Don't be mad, Yurio", his lips formed a smile, fingers starting to gently
grace the boy's skin, "let us take care of you."
 
The younger blinked in surprise, momentarily stunned at his offering. His gaze
wandered from one man to the other, discovering nothing but honest feelings in
their eyes. He looked down into his lap, blushing hard after seeing both their
dicks standing proud against another. His eyes trailed behind the raven,
noticing Victor's erection. They were both larger than him – his fingers
started to tremble on Yuuri's shoulders.
 
Much bigger hands were placed on his, gently rubbing over his skin. "We are not
going to hurt you", Victor calmly said, grabbing one hand and pulling it to his
face. His lips gently graced over his knuckles, gaze locked with the blond's.
 
Yuri's cheeks darkened again. He looked to the side, hiding his blush behind
his hair. "Okay", he mumbled. Not a second later hands pulled on his wrists,
making his body lurch forward, right into Yuuri's. Before he could voice a
complaint, he felt other lips touch his. His mouth opened in surprise, which
promptly led to Yuuri pushing his tongue into the younger's mouth. Running the
tip of his tongue over the other's, he tried to coax it into action. He didn't
have to wait long.
 
After Yuri had regained from his shock, he put everything into responding to
the kiss. His tongue pushed eagerly against Yuuri's, showing that he wouldn't
submit so easily. His hands wound around the raven's neck; chest pressed
against chest; dicks rubbing together, making both moan into the kiss.
 
Large hands held his waist, while another pair trailed over his back, leaving
goose bumps on their way. The blond gasped as he felt one hand on his butt
cheek, squeezing the soft yet firm globe. Yuuri stopped their kiss, burying his
face into the base of the younger's neck, and started to leave a trail of
kisses on the soft flesh.
 
Victor took the chance to capture the boy’s lips into a kiss. Yuri responded
immediately. Their tongues pushed against another, both trying to dominate, but
with Victor being more experienced Yuri soon had to submit, letting the older's
tongue devour his mouth. Spit trickled down his chin. He felt another tongue
licking up its way on his neck, then lapping up the trail of spit – which
really shouldn't turn him on so bad.
 
A whine left his lips when Victor pulled back to kiss the raven. With hungry
eyes Yuri watched their tongues battle in an open mouthed kiss. He licked his
lips, tasting both men on his tongue. He wanted more, so much more. His skin
still remembered the touch of the other's tongue. Green eyes locked onto the
pure white flesh in front of him. He wanted to leave a mark. So he did.
 
His lips went down onto the raven's neck; after biting down, sucking and
licking, a nice bruise bloomed on the pale skin. Yuri surveyed his work,
grinning when he felt the larger dick twitch against his own.
 
Dark brown eyes met green; the boy could practically feel the hunger the man
emitted. He shivered in anticipation. Both Yu(u)ris crushed their lips
together, tongues entwined in a heated battle; hands touching every part of
each other’s bodies. Yuri pressed his lips down harder, wanting the other to
submit to him, but when Yuuri's hand grabbed his butt cheek, pulling at the
soft flesh – the fingers of the other running down into the cleft, one finger
rubbing his hole – he gasped in surprise, which made him lose the battle.
 
Yuuri pushed his tongue into the boy's mouth, devouring the hot cavern, while
his finger poked at the entrance, easily slipping in. He swallowed the wanton
moan, which escaped the blond's mouth. Their dicks rubbed against another;
precum leaking on their heads, mixing together, making it feel so good. He
could feel Victor's erection poking at his back, rubbing up and down between
his firm ass cheeks. A moan escaped his own lips, arousal coiling hot in his
lower stomach. His finger pushed deeper into the hot cavern between Yuri's
cheeks. He could feel the boy squirm on his lap, trying to simultaneously press
into the touch and rub his dick against Yuuri's. It was arousing.
 
"More", Yuri demanded against the raven's lips. He needed so much more than one
finger. A second later another finger entered him, pushing in and out, hitting
his prostate. Yuri arched his back, pulled away from the kiss and moaned, loud
and lewd. He felt lips at his throat, sucking hard on his skin, this time
leaving a mark. He didn't care, just focused on the fingers in his ass,
pounding on his prostate. In his haze he noticed Victor's smoldering blue eyes
on him, the hungry burn in his orbs made him shiver. He licked his lips,
beckoning the older Russian to come closer.
 
Victor obliged, angling his head over Yuuri's to place his lips onto the
blond's. He felt a small hand on his head, fingers burying into his locks. He
sneaked his hand around the raven's body and grabbed both cocks in his large
hand. They were slick with precum, making it easy to pump them together. Both
Yu(u)ris moaned lewdly. His kiss with the boy turned sloppy. His tongue roamed
around the hot cavern, desperate noises escaping the open mouth.
 
Yuri was a moaning mess. With fingers pounding on his prostate and the hand
pumping both his and Yuuri's cock, he couldn't do so much as to submit to both
men. He gasped when another mouth started to suck on one of his nipples. He was
close, oh so close.
 
"You're so cute, little Kitten", Victor praised, nipping at the boy's bottom
lip. "You look so pretty sitting on Yuuri's lap, taking his fingers, so pliant,
so sweet. Such a good boy~." Victor swallowed his moan as the boy came,
spilling his seed over his hand.
 
After his climax Yuri slumped into the raven's arms, eyes closed, catching his
breath. He felt so spent, no energy left in his body.
 
Another hand brushed over his bangs. "You did well, Yurio", Yuuri mumbled at
his ear, which made the blond blush.
 
He angled his head and looked over the raven's shoulder at the Russian behind
them, who was smiling at him. Eying his still hard cock, he huffed and
attempted to climb off the other’s lap. Yuuri still had his hands on the boy’s
waist, which made his attempt futile. Yuri tried to push the hands away. “Let
go.”
 
Yuuri regarded him, worry glistening in his brown eyes. “Did I do something
wrong? Are you hurt?”
 
The blond sighed. “No, idiot”, he felt his cheeks heat up and looked to the
side, “but Victor’s still hard”, he mumbled shyly.
 
Cute, both men thought at the display.
 
“Oi, stop staring!”, the blond barked, after he couldn’t bear their gazes on
him anymore.
 
“There goes the sweet kitten”, Victor said, sighing dramatically, which earned
him a dark look from said ‘kitten’. The older Russian smiled innocently. “It’s
okay, Yurio. Let’s clean up and rest for the day. You two must be tired.”
 
The boy furrowed his brows. “But what about your uh … problem?” He couldn’t
make himself say ‘dick’.
 
Victor started to fill a wooden bucket with water. “I said, that it’s okay. Sit
down on a stool, Yurio.”
 
With his brows still furrowed, Yuri slowly climbed off the raven’s lap. His
legs felt a little shaky, but he managed to sit on a stool nearby. His ass
tingled a little at the contact. Hopefully it wouldn’t hurt that bad tomorrow.
 
The three of them proceeded to wash their bodies.
 
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Later that evening Yuri was lying on his futon in his room, thoughts a disarray
in his head. His body still remembered their touch on his skin. His lips
tingled, their taste lingering on his tongue. He ruffled his hair, rolling onto
his back, looking up at the dark ceiling of his room. Damn these two idiots.
How could he possibly get some sleep when all he could think of was what they
had done just an hour ago.
 
But he needed to sleep, needed to forget what they did tonight. He had to focus
on his routine. He wouldn’t let Katsudon beat him. Nope. He would win and
Victor would be his coach. Yes.
 
He pictured their gazes during his performance. Focusing on his body, on his
moves, just him. The day after tomorrow he would show everyone that he was the
better skater.
 
After a long time he finally found sleep, the smirk still lingering on his
lips.
Chapter End Notes
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