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“I need help… being comfortable with the- the things you and Yuuri do,” Yuri said.
Victor’s eyes lit up.
“You need us to help you become more fuckable,” Victor said. Then another realization hit him and he grinned: “For Otabek?” Yuri looked horrified that Victor had figured it out almost instantaneously but didn’t deny it. “Are you going to be his Kotënok?”
Yuri made a fist in the air, “I am going to be a jewel on his arm. I will make the whole world realize how strong he is. I will amplify his perfection. I will be the most beautiful extension of him.”
Victor raised his eyebrow in amusement, “And you want to be able to give your body to him.”
Yuri growled, nodded.
“You know I’ll have to touch you to help you,” Victor said.
“You have my consent,” Yuri hissed.
“I need more than that,” Victor said. “I need your guarantee that you’ll tell me to stop if you’re uncomfortable.”
“I want this!” Yuri said, pushing on Victor’s chest. “Just, help me.”
“Yuuri,” Victor called over his shoulder.
Yuuri’s head popped in from the kitchenette.
“Come here?”
It didn’t take him long. Yuuri strode up alongside Victor, eyes all curiosity.
“Yuri needs help getting ready to be fucked,” Victor said. “I thought before we start touching him, we could get him used to the idea. Will you be our demo?”
“Eh?!” Yuuri looked alarmed.
“I just want to show him a few things,” Victor said, simultaneously sliding his hand down Yuuri’s back and around his ass. He gave it a playful squeeze. “You know how much you like this sort of thing.”
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Five minutes later Yuuri was bare-bottomed, a cushion under his knees and his stomach resting on one of the ottomans.
“Yuuri has a very fine ass,” Victor said matter-of-factly, laying his palm on one of the cheeks. He gave it a firm rub, letting Yuri watch the interplay of fat and muscle. “And he loves it when I play with it. Are you still flinching when yours is touched?”
Yuri growled, “I flinched before his hand even got there. I don’t want him thinking I’m afraid.”
“And I suppose you don’t want to tell him?”
Yuri shook his head vigorously.
“Alright,” Victor said. “Then the first thing I want to do is get you used to being touched. Then we’ll build up to having your ass played with, and finally we can start training you to handle different sizes and speeds inside you.”
This whole time, Victor had been rubbing his palm over Yuuri, and now his finger slid into the valley between Yuuri’s cheeks. As this happened, Yuuri’s back arched and the muscles of his ass fluttered against Victor’s fingers.
“That’s where we want to get you,” Victor said. “All I have to do is caress him and his body wants more.”
Victor used a single finger, setting it on the dark crinkle and tracing the smallest circles around the cinched muscle there. Yuuri’s body, again, strained towards the touch, and the muscle itself pulsed.
“See?”
“Mm.” Yuri nodded. He was in learning mode now, more focused and attentive than Victor had ever seen him off the ice or outside the ballet room. He wanted this.
Victor’s other hand was suddenly on Yuri’s backside. Yuri flinched, then growled at himself for flinching and relaxed. Victor nodded his approval, squeezed and released.
“Go grab the lube,” Victor told Yuri, pointing towards the nightstand. They had a full size bed now, no longer the two twins. As Yuri moved to his feet, Victor gave his ass a smack, and while he jumped, it was far more surprise than fear.
“You’re doing very well,” Victor cooed to Yuuri in the interim, tickling the stretch of skin between his ass and his balls. Yuuri just groaned and pressed his face into the ottoman.
“The more frequently you’re fucked, the less preparation you’ll need,” Victor said when Yuri returned. “If you don’t want Otabek to have to go easy on you and work you up, we should practice fucking you with different things here until you just need a small bit of lube.”
“I don’t even want to need that,” Yuri said.
“Then we’ll have to spend a lot of time in your ass.”
Yuri shrugged, as if he couldn’t care less. When he had a goal, he was bound and determined.
Victor dripped some lube onto Yuuri’s asshole, spreading it around with his fingertip. Again, Yuuri’s body reached for the contact.
“See how much he wants it?” Victor asked. “Do you think you’ll want Otabek’s cock like that?”
“I already do,” Yuri said. “I want him to be able to take anything he wants. I want him to be able to use me to the full extent.”
“How healthy and romantic,” Victor smirked.
“Victor,” Yuuri whined, Victor’s finger having moved too far away. Victor chuckled and brought his finger down again, though this time he pressed it against the dimpled flesh. Yuuri’s ass didn’t put up a fight. The little dark brown edges twitched eagerly, all but tugging Victor’s finger inside.
“Yuuri and I have sex often enough that he’s already ready,” Victor said. “See how you can tell?”
Yuri nodded.
“If I want to, I can tease him until he begs at this stage,” Victor said. “These sorts of touches feel wonderful but they’re not enough for him to get off. I have to be hitting his prostate for that.”
Victor used two fingers to make a walking motion over Yuuri’s muscle, each one pressing down but never quite penetrating.
“Victor,” Yuuri exclaimed again.
Victor looked over at Yuri: “Why don’t you try? Yuuri, do you mind Yuri playing with you?”
“Just give me more,” Yuuri begged.
“Don’t give him any more,” Victor said to Yuri. “Just keep teasing him. I want you to see what you can work up to.”
Yuri studied Yuuri’s ass, starting to get a flush tinge to it, and brought his hand forward. His fingers were smaller than Victor’s, far more delicate, and they didn’t touch with the same familiar confidence. Yuri touched like he was exploring, tentative in a way that didn’t match his normal personality.
“You’re very gentle,” Victor said as he watched Yuri slide his finger through the valley. Yuri shot a glare to Victor and brought his nails out, scraping them very carefully on the brown skin.
“Ah!” Yuuri cried out, but his ass lifted, wanting.
Yuri looked to Victor for approval, and Victor acknowledged him with a nod. “Keep going. You can touch lower, through here; it’s also sensitive though not in the same way.” He gestured to Yuuri’s taint, testes, but Yuri seemed more fixated on his ass proper.
“Now, slide a finger in,” Victor instructed.
“Which one?”
“Middle,” Yuuri answered, his ass clenching tight in anticipation before he relaxed it again. “Hurry up.”
“Yuuri likes long fingers,” Victor explained. “See how he has to keep himself relaxed? That can be difficult. When you really want something in your ass, you can tighten up and actually make it harder for someone to get inside. He’s tensing up because he wants you, but now he’s got to keep himself open for you.”
“I can do that,” Yuri said, swollen with his usual self-confidence. He let his middle finger press against Yuuri’s entrance, and it slid down immediately, almost as if there was no resistance at all.
“Did you feel that? How easy it was?” Victor asked. He was lubing up his pinky finger. Yuri nodded. “Now I’m going to press against yours so you can feel the difference. Try to relax and open up for it.”
Yuri tensed immediately as Victor slid his hand down under Yuri’s clothes. His ass might as well have been a rock for how clenched the muscles were.
“Relax,” Victor said, his pinky finding the muscle in question and pressing against it. It felt like pushing on a locked door. There was simply no way inside. Even when Yuri tried to relax the muscle itself still stayed slammed shut.
“Now you know how far we have to go,” Victor said, removing his hand. Yuri looked immensely frustrated with himself.
“Yuri why did you stop,” Yuuri asked. Yuri remembered his finger and slid it in further, surprised at how Yuuri’s body seemed to melt in satisfaction and pull the digit in even deeper.
“It’s like he’s sucking on my finger,” Yuri said in surprise.
“He has an incredible ass,” Victor nodded. “Try lifting your finger straight in and out, up and down. We can talk about angles and grips later.”
Yuri did as instructed, keeping his finger rigid and starting to thrust it slowly into Yuuri’s ass. Again, it felt like every time he pushed in, Yuuri was trying to suckle him in deeper. Every time he started to leave, Yuuri would grip hard onto Yuri’s finger in remorse.
“Are you trying to keep him in you, Yuuri?” Victor asked.
“Mmm,” Yuuri confirmed.
Victor gave Yuuri’s ass a little swat and he could see Yuri’s eyes widen.
“If you’re hit like that, you usually clench down,” Victor said. “I usually do it to Yuri before I come, because I like how the tightness feels. Otabek might do the same to you.”
That sparked something in Yuri, something that made him swallow and drag his teeth over his lip and shift his position.
“Do you like that idea?” Victor asked. “Having his hand come across your ass while he’s in you? Should we practice that to make sure you respond correctly?”
Yuri’s free hand closed to a tight fist and he gave a single, emphatic nod.
“Now, Yuuri, don’t try to keep him in,” Victor said. “Loosen up. Just let him have all of you.”
Yuuri groaned but the next moment the grip Yuri had felt was gone. His finger slid in and out of this warm, wet sleeve without anything holding him back. There was nothing to fight against. Just this incredible, soft tunnel. Again, Yuuri shifted in his position.
“Victor,” Yuuri begged.
“Yuuri,” Victor purred back to him, soothing. “Do you want Yuri to fuck you? If he comes, it’ll help him relax so I can start playing with his ass.”
Yuuri’s toes curled against the cushion and he nodded. “Anything. Please.”
“Do you want to fuck him, Yuri?” Victor asked. “Do you like the way it feels around your finger?”
Yuri nodded, pushed down his pants like this was what he’d been waiting for. He was hard as a rock as he shifted to be between Yuuri’s legs. Victor’s hand between his legs startled him, lining him with lubricant.
“Yuuri could take you dry, now that you’ve teased him like this, but it’ll feel better for both of you this way,” Victor said. Yuuri let out a muted moan, spreading his legs just a fraction wider.
“Hurry up,” Yuuri hissed, looking over his shoulder at Yuri, goading him.
Yuri, ever the competitive spirit, took the challenge head on and pushed his cock up against Yuuri’s hole. Before he could even thrust, Yuuri had pressed back, his body swallowing the flesh without a second thought. Yuri gaped in surprise for a split second, then pushed Yuuri down, forcing his chest flush to the ottoman as Yuri gave an angry, powerful forward thrust.
“Ahhn!” Yuuri gasped, fading to a moan.
“Don’t be coy,” Victor chided Yuuri. His hand went between Yuuri’s legs, flicking the tip of his length in punishment as Yuri started a harsh, quick rhythm in his ass.
“Keep yourself open to him. Let him enjoy himself.”
Yuuri just groaned again, face pressed into the material, but Victor saw the muscles give in.
“I want to feel like this for him,” Yuri said, voice stressed, clearly enjoying the sensation and taking full advantage of it.
“You will,” Victor said. “I trained Yuuri for this, I can train you there, too.”
Victor had fucked Yuuri many different ways, in many different positions and places. Sometimes it was slow and gentle - it was love and tenderness and care. Sometimes it was quick, desperate - stolen moments in bathrooms or lockers where they ran the risk of discovery. But it never felt like Yuri felt. Yuri was hyper-charged. He was chaotic and angry and so incredibly powerful for his size. Yuuri just laid there and took it and his only regret was that Yuri was young and quick.
“Tsch-ah!” Yuri froze, tense, inside of him.
As Yuri was coming, Victor set his hand on Yuri’s ass again, taking the opportunity for Yuri to associate those pleasurable sensations with his ass, not just his cock. Part of the training was going to be rewiring his brain.
“Victor, Victor please,” Yuuri whimpered, desperate, because he’d been so close but Yuri had ended just a fraction too early.
“Pull out and let me finish him,” Victor said to Yuri, and when Yuri was gone Victor slipped three of his fingers into Yuuri’s ass instead. He pistoned them into Yuuri at the same pace Yuri had used, but adjusted the angle to better impact Yuuri’s nerves. It took all of twenty seconds for Yuuri to come that way, right into the tissue Victor held for him.
Victor looked down at his two flush boys, both panting and rosy-cheeked.
“You both did very well,” he complimented them. “Yuuri, why don’t you go to the couch - but keep your clothes off - and Yuri you come here instead so I can start working on you.”
Without protest, Yuuri stood weakly from the ottoman, shuffling his legs to the couch and curling up there, exhausted.
“Here, Yuri,” Victor said. “Take your pants off first. Or, if you’re feeling comfortable. Let me take them off you.”
Yuri gave a look of assent and stood next to Victor, letting him take the pants puddled around his ankles off until his bottom half was bare. As he went to bend over the ottoman, though, he startled and froze.
“Is it too much like what happened to you before?” Victor asked. Yuri glared at the idea, but again, didn’t deny it.
“We’ll start with you on your back then,” Victor said. “Just lay on this cushion and tuck up your legs.”
Yuri was able to comply with those instructions. He turned over onto his back on the cushion, then pulled his legs up, knees together.
Victor chuckled fondly, hand coming to brush Yuri’s ass, ignoring the lazy flinch.
“Yuri, if I was walking down the market and had a dozen asses to choose from, you should make me want to choose yours. Show off for me. Put everything on display.”
Yuri blushed, but then his knees fell open, revealing the planes of his body. He tucked his knees farther back, angling his ass so that the muscle was pointed higher, towards Victor.
“Beautiful,” Victor approved. He touched Yuri’s ankle, “Don’t forget what Lilia would say about your toes.” And on instinct Yuri’s feet pointed. “Perfect.”
“You look very fuckable,” Yuuri said from where he watched on the couch. “Otabek will be lucky.”
Those words made Yuri’s whole body glow with pride. He wanted to be the most beautiful thing for Otabek. The most perfect, arousing toy for him to play with.
“I want him to fuck me whenever he wants,” Yuri said. “On the slightest whim. No matter where or how, I want to be ready to take him in me.”
Victor had been touching him this whole time, touching his inner thighs, rubbing down to his ass, squeezing, and generally getting Yuri used to having hands on him.
“You’ll get there,” Victor said. “But you have to start slowly.”
“Victor… mmm…” Yuuri said from the couch.
Victor chuckled, “Are you still turned on, Yuuri? Go get your favorite toy. I’ll put it inside you and you can let your ass suck on it while I work Yuri.”
This made Yuuri blush, but he got up from the couch all the same.
“Why aren’t you touching my asshole?” Yuri asked after he watched Yuuri disappear, never breaking his form.
“Be patient,” Victor said. “I want you to want it. Not because you want to train, but because your ass needs it. We have to make you hungry for it.” As he said this, his hands circled closer to that dark muscle - though on Yuri’s skin tone it was less brown and more of a tarnished pink. “Your ass should have a mind of its own. If you want to be ready at any hour, then you need to constantly have that desire in you. Your ass should feel awful when it’s empty.”
Yuri groaned at the description, his hips curving towards the idea and his spent length twitching and starting to fill with blood again.
“I want it,” Yuri said. Victor had a cheek in either hand, and his thumbs were slowly spreading open Yuri’s ass, teasing the muscle without ever touching it.
“But you don’t need it yet,” Victor said. “That’s where I’ll get you. To where you need it. You can’t be without it.”
As if on cue, Yuuri returned, holding something behind his back.
“Lay down on the other cushion, Yuuri,” Victor commanded. “Same position.”
Soon, he had two beautiful asses looking up at him, and Yuri and Yuuri shoulder to shoulder on the cushions.
“Give it here, Yuuri,” Victor said, holding out his hand.
Yuuri glanced at Yuri, blushed, and pulled out his skate guards. He handed one to Victor, just the sight making his ass clench.
Victor lubed the plastic, then lowered the front hook to Yuuri’s ass. The hook of the skate guard was always the most difficult. As it curved, it had to stretch open Yuuri’s ass before Yuuri could clamp down around the body of it. Yuuri’s face scrunched in momentary pain at the thickest point, and then the hook of the skate guard was fully inside of him and Victor could feed another several inches in, watching as every groove caught on Yuuri’s muscle, pulled it, and then released. He adjusted the position so that the hook would be pressing right up against Yuuri’s prostate, and then simply let the guard go.
Yuri watched in fascination as the skate guard began to fluctuate, in and out of Yuuri’s ass, a centimeter at a time. By clenching and releasing the muscles of his ass, Yuuri was literally able to fuck himself with the skate guard.
“Uhn!?” Yuri exclaimed, watching.
“You have a long way to go, Yuri, but you’ll get here,” Victor said. Yuuri had his head tipped back, blissed out from the sensations. It clearly took a great deal of effort; Yuuri was panting softly as he ground the hook of the skate guard against his prostate using only the muscles of his body. But it was clearly worth it.
With Yuuri satisfied, Victor returned his attention to Yuri. His hands had never stopped groping, and his thumbs had kept gently stretching the muscle, but now, finally, they stroked it. He put his thumbs together and rolled them one on top of the other, like a waterwheel, against Yuri’s muscle. It provided constant stimulation and gentle pressure. Whenever Yuri’s muscles tightened - which was frequently - it prevented Victor’s thumbs from continuing. In this way, Yuri’s body could learn that if it wanted to feel good, it had to stay relaxed.
“How are you doing?” Victor asked.
Yuuri let out a satisfied groan, not realizing Victor was talking to Yuri.
“I want something in me,” Yuri said, glancing at the end of the skate guard emerging from Yuuri’s ass.
“It’ll be awhile before you’re ready for a skate guard,” Victor warned. “Getting the hook in can really stretch you out, even if we angle it properly. And those grip ridges can be incredibly rough on your inner tissue.”
“Heavenly,” Yuuri countered.
Victor laughed. “Plus, you don’t want to get addicted too quickly. Yuuri walks into skate shops now and just sees rows and rows of dildos.”
Yuuri couldn’t even be bothered to blush.
Victor lubed up his middle finger and brought it between Yuri’s cheeks. “I’m going to go inside you now. Have you had anything inside you before?”
Yuri glared at the question - moreso at the fact that he had to shake his head no.
“It’s going to feel very strange, probably quite uncomfortable,” Victor said. “It might help you to push out with your muscles, because your brain’s going to think you’re shitting and want to clamp up to stop it.”
Again, Yuri’s face contorted in disgust.
“Don’t get upset,” Victor said. “Your body’s only used your ass for one thing before. We have to train it.”
The whole time he’d been talking he’d been letting his middle finger swirl around Yuri’s asshole, pressing a little bit harder on every revolution. Victor had dainty fingernails, wasn’t worried about hurting Yuri with them as his middle finger finally started to press in earnest. There was enough lube that they didn’t have to worry about friction, only the tension in Yuri’s body.
“Take some deep breaths,” Victor said. “You’re too tense for me to do anything right now. If it helps, imagine Otabek on top of you. He’s got his cock in his hand but he wants it in your ass. You need to make your body ready for him. Let your ass go to him. Relax.”
Victor felt the slow uncoiling of Yuri’s body, and when the muscle beneath his fingertip loosened enough, Victor took the opportunity to flush his finger inside.
“Ei!” Yuri gasped. His erection flagged and Victor, without thinking, brought his other hand up to stroke it a few times.
“Why are you —“ Yuri started.
“You want this associated with pleasure, don’t you? You want to feel good when Otabek fucks you?”
Yuri nodded.
“Then we teach your body that having something in your ass arouses you.”
Victor still couldn’t move his finger. Yuri had all but solidified around it.
“Don’t forget to relax. I can’t move at all right now,” Victor said, still stroking Yuri.
Yuuri was making soft mewling noises. He’d brought his toes down to the end of the skate guard sticking out of him and was pushing it in very slowly, forcing the hook against his prostate while the teeth of the grip slipped across his muscle. Then he’d relax, and let the guard slip out a ways, only to begin the process again.
“I walked in on him like this one day,” Victor said. “Caught an early flight, came home and there he was, bright red, thick black skate guard sticking out of his ass.” Yuuri only had half a mind to be embarrassed.
Yuri, in his distraction, had finally loosened up, and so Victor inched his finger out and back in, moving no more than a centimeter.
Again, Yuri instantly clamped down.
“That was back before we’d fucked,” Victor said. “Yuuri said he was trying to get used to it.”
“Just like you,” Yuuri chimed. “But you never stuck anything inside yourself.”
“There’s something inside me now,” Yuri growled.
“And you need to relax,” Victor sing-songed. “Remember how easily your finger glided in and out of Yuuri?”
“Yes but how often do you fuck? It’s not a fair comparison.”
“Almost every night; more on the weekends,” Victor said. “But I’m not always on top.”
“I want to take him every night. I’ll be in his bed waiting for him and he can have me like an after dinner wine,” Yuri said with determination. “When he wakes up in the morning I can bend over and let him start his day properly, so he’s relaxed and focused for practice.”
Victor just chuckled, groping at Yuri’s ass, stroking his cock from time to time, and as he began to relax letting his finger move inside. If thrusting in and out was setting Yuri off too much, he could always start tenderizing Yuri from the inside.
His middle finger began to caress the tightness all around, curling as he sought out that dense, tight knot of nerves. He knew exactly when he found it because Yuri’s eyes widened and - finally - his hips did too. That most primal desire for sex took over and Yuri’s body gave in, wanting more.
“There it is,” Victor grinned down to him, and without thinking about it bent and kissed his startled expression.
“Ngh!” Yuri said. “What —“
“Ah, the greatest, gayest secret of them all,” Victor winked. “Feels good doesn’t it?” He pressed his finger firmly against that knot, then made little circles on it with the pad of his finger.
Yuri groaned and tilted his head back, his cock fully hard again and pulsing on his chest.
“I’m going to keep touching you there,” Victor said, “so warn me if you feel like you’re going to come. I want to keep you here for awhile.”
This time, when he pulled his finger out, Yuri didn’t clamp down. If anything, Victor felt his body open up - pushing out like Victor had told him. Victor pressed his finger back inside, touching Yuri’s prostate on every inward thrust. That sensation was one of the hardest to get used to, so if Victor could just make sure that Yuri associated it with the pleasure of having his prostate played with, they’d be in a good place.
“Victor,” Yuuri whined beside him. Victor brought his free hand between Yuuri’s legs, groping his balls gently to gauge how tight they were in the sack. It took a split second for Victor to feel how close he was, almost coming.
“Don’t come, Yuuri,” Victor warned. “Slow down if you have to.” He grabbed the end of the skate guard, holding it still so Yuuri wouldn’t be able to fuck himself with it for a moment. Yuuri let out a groan of disappointment and bottled desire.
“Yuuri shouldn’t have so little stamina at his age,” Victor teased. “But waiting for me means he had it all pent up too long, I think.”
He looked down at Yuri, who was - impressively - starting to rock his hips slowly down onto Victor’s finger.
“Very good,” Victor said. “It’s usually easier for your body if you’re the one instigating the sensation. Is this better for you?”
Yuri nodded.
“Do you think Otabek would like it if you rode his cock?” Victor asked. “If you hop onto his lap and slide yourself down?”
Yuri shivered at the idea of it. He was slipping along Victor’s finger easily now, his eyes half-lidded.
“Go ahead and imagine it,” Victor said. “Imagine this is his cock in you. Show me how you’d ride it.” With a groan, Yuri’s eyes opened. He rolled his body forward, right into Victor’s face, until he was squatting over Victor’s hand.
“Use my shoulders to steady yourself,” Victor helped as he saw Yuri teeter. Yuri clamped onto his shoulders, then looked down between his legs. He lined himself up with Victor’s finger again and carefully lowered himself down onto it.
“Feel good?” Victor asked, brushing his finger where he knew it would feel best.
Yuri growled his response, brow knit in concentration, the muscles in his thighs like steel cables as he held his weight. Yuuri was watching him attentively, slowly starting up his motions with the skate guard again, though Victor gave him a warning look not to overdo it.
Yuri suddenly went still again, letting out a little noise of surprise: “What was that?”
“Another finger,” Victor said. “You handled it well.”
Yuri groaned. His muscles were impeccable, keeping him squatting on his toes for so long. His ballet training had been paying off on the ice, but Victor hadn’t realize how useful it could be elsewhere.
Yuri adapted to two fingers much faster than Victor anticipated, until Victor was able to slide them in and out quite easily and have Yuri meet the thrusts from time to time.
“Yuri,” Victor said. “Can Yuuri fuck you? His cock’s a good size for you right now. Or we can switch to a toy.”
Yuri’s eyes narrowed in concentration, clearly having difficulty thinking while he was also dealing with the influx of stimulation.
“What about you?” Yuri asked.
“You’re not ready for me yet,” Victor said. “Soon.”
“I want it to be you,” Yuri decided.
“Then we’ll use toys to train you up,” Victor said. “Yuuri, can you get your box?”
Yuuri stood up carefully, mindful of the skate guard still inside him. Victor made a point of jostling it as Yuuri went.
In the mean time Victor kept working his fingers in and out of Yuri, exhausting that muscle, exciting the flesh inside. Yuri’s cock hadn’t softened, was stiff and proud along his belly. His only acknowledgment when Victor added a third finger was a groan.
Yuuri came toddling back, box in hand, and set it down at Victor’s side. As he sat, he angled his ass so that the guard would push deep.
“Yuuri,” Victor warned. Yuuri gave Victor a beautiful pout and took up his position beside Yuri again, on his back, legs spread, not playing with the guard.
Victor’s hand hovered over the box, surveying the contents inside until he found what he wanted. He pulled out a stubby bullet: the surface a smooth mint color, only four inches long, and slightly thinner than Victor’s three fingers around. Yuuri purred his approval at the choice.
“I’m going to try fucking you pretty hard with this one,” Victor said. “If you can handle it, you can have my cock.”
Yuri nodded and closed his eyes, even going so far as to mewl when Victor removed his fingers.
“It does feel empty,” Yuri pouted, and Victor watched his muscle flutter open and closed, like it wanted more. Victor set the tip of the bullet just at the mouth of Yuri’s backside, just within reach of that pulsing entrance.
“See if you can pull it into you, even just a little,” Victor said, holding the toy steady. Yuri’s hips stretched, pressing against the toy, and once he could feel the blunt end stretching him open he tried to pull it inward. He managed to get a fraction of a centimeter in, but was so excited about his accomplishment that he tensed and ejected it immediately. Victor chuckled, pressing it up to Yuri’s body again.
“A good start,” he said, and fed the toy inside. He didn’t let up the pressure, even as he felt the fluctuations in resistance that meant Yuri was trying to control his flinching and keep himself open.
“Good,” Victor said again when the toy was all the way in, but he didn’t give Yuri any time to get used to it. Holding tight to the back end, Victor pulled it out and pushed back in, starting a rhythm of staccato thrusts. Yuri’s legs went from being pleasantly bent to kicking into the air at the sensation, started by Victor’s intensity.
“Ah! Stop!” Yuri cried out, and Victor did.
He let the toy slide out and both he and Yuuri turned their full attention to the boy.
Yuri panted for a moment, his body still flushed pink. “I wasn’t ready for that hard. But I want to keep going.”
Victor grinned, kissed Yuri’s cheek. “OK.”
This time, he took up an easier rhythm with the toy, but still one that didn’t let Yuri rest. He kept the toy constantly moving, constantly stimulating. Yuri had his eyes closed, panting, and he’d leaked a sticky puddle onto his stomach by this point. As Victor worked, he let his other hand drizzle lube onto a larger toy, and while Yuri was quietly moaning Victor switched him to the bigger size.
“Ah!” Yuri cried out again, but this time he didn’t ask to stop.
“Victor,” Yuuri was whining. He was pulling the skate guard out of himself - very, very slowly - letting the hook catch on his innards and send him shivering. But he wanted more, and then the hook finally fell out and showed off Yuuri’s glistening ass and the tiny window of flush red inside. Victor at last felt his own arousal rising up, teetering on the edge of his control.
“Yuri, are you ready for me?” Victor asked after another minute of the larger toy. He pulled the toy out just as slow as Yuuri had, giving Yuri plenty of time to feel the encroaching emptiness.
“Fuck me,” Yuri groaned when he found himself suddenly exposed to the chill.
“Yuuri, can I?” Victor asked, touching Yuuri’s cheek to wake him from his lustful haze.
“Only if you fuck me too,” Yuuri said.
“Yuri, do you mind? We’re both clean,” Victor said.
“Just fucking fuck me already, fuck,” Yuri finally cried.
“As you wish,” Victor said as he stood. He looked down at both boys, flush red and cocks hard, legs spread and asses twinkling with lube, so completely and utterly ready to get fucked. Desperate, each of them, to get fucked. Victor pushed down his pants, cock springing free, and he gave it a few strokes to spread the lube around.
“Husbands first,” Victor said, crouching over Yuuri and sliding in without any effort at all. Yuuri’s hands fastened around him immediately, holding onto his shoulders, nails out, and his legs lifting up close to his chest to give Victor every last centimeter. Victor kissed Yuuri’s cheek and pulled out after only a few moments, a few beautiful promising thrusts. Yuuri groaned as Victor switched to Yuri, looming over the blond.
“Try to pull it in,” Victor said. “Practice for Otabek.”
He set the head of his cock right there, just barely touching Yuri, and Yuri was the one who pushed himself down onto it and then curled his muscles inward to bring Victor in. He managed more than he had with the toy - though it was still hardly anything - and then Victor used that momentum to sink another inch inside.
Yuri tightened up and choked, gasping at the feel.
“Pull out,” Yuri said, and Victor did, only going slow enough to make sure he didn’t hurt Yuri.
Victor gazed down at him, rubbing his thigh. “You OK?”
Yuri nodded, breathing hard, and then looked at Victor again. “I’m ready.”
Victor mounted him once more, pulling Yuri’s ass closer to the edge of the cushion, and then started to sink in.
“You’re safe here,” Victor said, and Yuri nodded. He breathed. His whole body was tight but Victor had done so much work exhausting Yuri’s ass that the boy could hardly clamp down anymore. Yuri’s eyes winced shut at something and Victor caught his cheek, brushed his thumb beneath Yuri’s eye until they opened. “It’s just me. Look at me. I’m right here.”
Yuri redoubled his efforts, staring at Victor, and Victor staring at him. Victor grinned, charming and sexy and rolling his hips into Yuri just the way he wanted.
“It’ll be Otabek doing this to you soon,” Victor encouraged Yuri as he felt him relaxing. “He’ll come home and you’ll be there on his bed, waiting to give yourself to him.”
“Yes,” Yuri groaned.
“He uses you after practice, when he’s tired and needs to relax,” Victor said. Filling Yuri’s head with new images. Better images. “You keep yourself plugged and wet so all he has to do is throw you back and get between your legs.”
Yuri’s cock jumped like he was about to come, and so Victor stopped, pulled out, left Yuri furious there as he switched back over to Yuuri.
Yuuri swallowed him, and Victor was able to thrust far more powerfully into Yuuri’s pliant, begging body.
“Victoru!” Yuuri cried, his accent always thickest in bed. His thighs clenched up, his head tilted back, and Yuri stared with need and jealousy while Victor pounded him.
Victor saw, saw how much Yuri wanted it, and pulled back. He pushed his hand down on Yuri’s chest, flattening him out again, and dipped his cock inside three times, each one tortuously slow, each one going from the very tip until he bottomed out. Then to Yuuri again, repeating the same process, agonizing both of his boys. They were both leaking, both so hard their cocks were going purple, both red-cheeked and mouth-breathing, and needing it so badly they could hardly do anything besides moan.
“Who wants my come?” Victor asked.
“Guests first,” Yuuri managed.
“Yuri?”
“Yes.”
So Victor bent over Yuuri, and Yuuri gasped in relief as Victor gave it to him as hard as he could, jackhammering his hips into Yuuri until they were sliding off the cushion altogether. When Yuuri finally came he hadn’t even touched his cock, he just erupted with a scream that surely the neighbors heard but neither of them cared.
Victor pulled out, gave himself a moment to recover while his eyes turned on Yuri. Yuri, astounded by the raw ferocity and desire in Victor’s eyes, swallowed and laid himself back, tucking his legs up again. He remembered what Victor had said before and let his legs open wider, hips tilting up to show off his ass.
Victor gave the offering a quick smack, making Yuri jump, and then lined up his cock and pushed in.
Yuuri was still gasping for air, completely limp, unconcerned with the stickiness across his belly, but he watched Victor and Yuri like he couldn’t help himself.
It wasn’t as fast or as hard as what Yuuri had received, but it was deep and every thrust mattered. Victor angled them to hit that spot inside Yuri, and every time he did Yuri’s cock leapt in response.
“Can you come without touching yourself?” Victor asked. “Just from getting fucked and thinking about him?”
Yuri groaned.
“If he’s fucking you so often, he might not have time to get you off, too,” Victor said, breathy with exertion. “But I bet you look beautiful when you come. I bet he likes seeing it. Likes how it completes the rest of you.”
Yuri loved being called beautiful. Victor saw it in the way his chest inflated and his cheeks turned a shade darker.
“So you have to learn to come for him while he fucks you,” Victor said. “You have to learn to come right before he does, because when you do your ass’ll tighten up and your whole body will glow and there’s no way he can resist that.”
Every stroke right against his prostate, every stroke perfect.
“Maybe you’ll get so used to coming on his cock that it doesn’t feel right without him inside you,” Victor continued. “Maybe you’ll get so used to it that all he has to do is lean over you and command you: ‘come for me’ and you won’t be able to resist. You’ll feel all of that tightness inside of you, building” Victor thrust “and building” and thrust “and building” thrust “and then —“
Yuri screamed. His back arched, his balls tightened, his cock burst with come.
And god, was he beautiful.
Victor drank it all in as he came to the feel of Yuri dancing on his cock, helpless as a worm on a fishhook but infinitely more aesthetic.
“Mm,” Yuuri sighed, equally taken by the way Yuri looked, every part of his body taut and stretched and gorgeous. He’d been molded into a machine whose very function was to be beautiful in all that he did, and this was no exception.
And then Yuri went limp, utterly and completely boneless, gasping for breath and staring blankly ahead in amazement.
Victor stayed still inside of him. Yuuri got to his feet in a stupor, pointing at the white smear on the far wall.
“Teenagers,” Victor shrugged. He started to pull out, carefully, and when he was free gave Yuri’s ass a fond pat. He set the dirty toys aside to be washed, and Yuuri came over with the tissue box to start cleaning.
Yuri continued to lay there, dazed, as they squeezed the extra drips out of his softened cock and wiped up the lube smeared between his cheeks.
“You ok, Kotënok?” Victor asked, rubbing Yuri’s stomach.
“Nn..” Yuri managed.
Yuuri brought a glass of juice and Victor helped Yuri sit up. He was still stunned, shivering faintly, and leaned against Victor as he drank. Yuuri rubbed his back, kneeling and watching to make sure Yuri was alright.
“You did really well,” Yuuri said, stealing a quick hug from Yuri. “And you are gorgeous. Otabek will love you.”
That made Yuri’s lips quirk up, and he took his next drink of juice like he’d just gotten a note from his crush.
“You can come back when you’re ready and we’ll keep working on your flinching,” Victor said.
“Can I stay?” Yuri asked, handing the juice back to Yuuri.
“Of course,” Yuuri said, and it wasn’t another full minute before he was sound asleep.