Chapter Text
Day 1: Spanking
Phichit & Yuuri
Other tags: Dom Phichit, Sub Yuuri, Frottage, Begging, Crying, Subspace, Phichit Chulanont Is A Little Shit
“Yuuri…” Phichit purred into his sleeping lover’s ear. “It’s time to get up, sleepyhead.” He rubbed his hand along Yuuri’s spine, the action more a caress than a real effort to shake him awake.
Yuuri’s nose scrunched. “‘S’too early,” he whined, snuggling deeper into the blankets.
“No it isn’t; your coach has been at the rink for over an hour,” Phichit informed him sweetly. “Do you remember what that means?” That earned him a sleepy mumble, which he chose to interpret as a negative. “It means that you’re late. Again.”
And three… two… one…
“What?” Brown eyes snapped open in panic and shot to Victor’s side of the bed, which was empty. Yuuri rolled over looking frantically toward the wall rack where their skate bags usually hung. Victor’s was missing. “Oh, no…”
“And you know what being late means, don’t you, Yuuri?”
Yuuri shook his head, but he was denying the consequence itself, not the knowledge of it. “Phich, I… I can’t. This is the fourth day in a row…”
He tsked. “And whose fault is that? You knew that the off-season was ending--”
“--I know--”
“--and that you’d have to stop being nocturnal sometime--”
“--yes, but--”
“--and you asked for help to get back on schedule--”
“--I set my alarm, I know I did--”
“Yuuri, you agreed to this.” Phichit cupped his hand against Yuuri’s cheek in silent demand: look at me. Yuuri turned to face him, and if Phichit hadn’t schooled his expression into sternness the sight of those already flushed cheeks and rapidly darkening doe eyes would have made him smirk. Methinks the Yuuri doth protest too much… “Didn’t you?”
Yuuri swallowed. Licked his lips nervously. And nodded, once. “Yes, Phichit,” he whispered.
“‘Yes, Phichit,’” he echoed silkily. “And are you going to safeword?”
The smallest of sighs. Then, “No, Phichit.”
“Then assume the position, my love.” Phichit patted his thigh and without any further resistance, Yuuri stretched himself out onto the offered lap, his head hanging off the edge of the bed, and his pajama-covered bottom entirely at Phichit’s mercy.
And Phichit was very merciful, at least at first. He stroked and petted Yuuri’s ass, the cotton flannel almost as soft beneath his hand as the plush flesh it was hiding. “I think we’ll have to do away with these this time,” he mused, tracing a blue cartoon poodle with his finger. “As you said, it’s been four days and you obviously haven’t learned your lesson yet.” With that, he hooked a finger into the waistband of Yuuri’s underwear and yanked, pulling pajama pants and briefs down in a single fluid motion. Yuuri made a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a moan, shivering at the sudden exposure to the cool morning air.
There were no bruises visible on those delicious-looking cheeks, but Yuuri hissed when Phichit dug his fingers in and started to knead. “Sore, sweetheart?” The tone was sympathetic, but the trap was obvious.
And Yuuri’s own stubborn pride never could stop him from charging headlong into it. “N-no,” he lied, and Phichit smiled at him in helpless fondness. And then he struck.
Smack!
No warning, and no warmup. The openhanded slap was full force and sent his fingers stinging. Yuuri yelped, in as much shock as pain, flinching away from the contact. The instinctual motion ground his hips against Phichit’s thigh; he was already half hard.
“Maybe that’s the problem, then. I’ve been going too easy on you.”
Smack! Smack!
Two more strikes, two more cries, and now there was nothing half about the erection that pressed into Phichit’s lap with each blow.
“What do you think, khon dii ?” Smack! “I only want to help you succeed.” Smack! Smack! “You need to tell me how,” Smack! “I can do that.” Smack!
Yuuri’s ass was rosy, heat radiating from his abused flesh. Phichit’s hands weren’t in much better shape. Another day or two of this and I might need to switch to a paddle. And although the spanking had paused, Yuuri’s hips hadn’t; he was slowly and rhythmically grinding himself against his tormenter.
“Well, Yuuri?” Instead of another smack, he gave the heated flesh a tender caress, accidentally-on-purpose brushing his thumb over Yuuri’s entrance and smiling at the whimpering moan it pulled from his lover.
“Phichitou-kun, please .” And oh , he sounded wrecked already, his normally excellent English thick and accented, choked with pain, and lust, and what might even be the beginnings of a sob. Phichit’s breath caught. Victor might be the prettiest crier out of their little quad family, but there was something about making Yuuri’s big brown eyes fill with tears that never failed to go straight to Phichit’s dick.
Time to check in. “Please what, dearest? Look at me? What’s your color?” Yuuri lifted his head obediently, and sure enough, his face was tear-streaked, his eyes unfocused.
“Please,” he whispered again, then seemed to remember what he had been asked. “Green, please. Please, Phichitou-kun. I’m green,”
Green for now, but falling fast into subspace. It was time to wrap this up before he accidentally let Phichit go too far. “You want to come, don’t you?”
“Yes . Please, please let me come. Phichitou-kun. I need… Please .” He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust of his hips. It gave Phichit an idea.
“Do you promise to be a good boy, and remember to set your alarm so that you’ll get up in time tomorrow?”
“Yes! Please, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good. Phichitou-kun…”
Phichit continued petting Yuuri’s ass. “Mmm, well, it seems like we’re both being forgetful this morning,” he said. “You forgot to wake up, and I forgot to count the number of strokes I’m giving you.” A light, playful swat, barely worthy of the name, but Yuuri moaned and arched beneath it. “So I’ll tell you what. You keep doing what you’re doing,” and he rolled his hips up into Yuuri’s, making it completely clear what he was giving permission to do, “and I’ll keep doing what I’m doing,” another gentle smack! , “and as soon as you can make yourself come, we’ll consider your punishment over. Does that sound good?”
“Yes .” Yuuri started rutting against him in earnest, and Phichit went back to spanking him. Smack! Smack! Smack! , with plenty of caressing and teasing in between, and it was only a few moments longer before Yuuri gave a strangled cry and went boneless over Phichit’s lap.
* * *
Later, after Yuuri had been kissed and cuddled and bathed into readiness to run to the rink and start his training day with Victor, Phichit found himself being drawn into Christophe’s arms.
“I’m starting to wonder if this plan of yours is backfiring on you,” Chris murmured to him between kisses. “Our precious pain au cannelle hasn’t made it out of the door before ten yet.”
Phichit hummed thoughtfully. “Do you think so? Personally, I think the real question is how long it’ll take him to notice I’ve been turning his alarm off every morning…”