NomaNono

A place for disconnected things.

[nomanonold]

Yuri On Ice, Random Queer Stuff, Writing Debacles

I HAVE MOVED ACCOUNTS SO I CAN ACTUALLY FOLLOW AND REPLY TO Y’ALL. PLEASE GO FOLLOW ME THERE <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

[nomanonold]

REMINDER! This account won’t be updated anymore. Head over to the new nomanono account!

[nomanonold]

Yuri On Ice, Random Queer Stuff, Writing Debacles

I HAVE MOVED ACCOUNTS SO I CAN ACTUALLY FOLLOW AND REPLY TO Y’ALL. PLEASE GO FOLLOW ME THERE <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

[nomanonold]

REMINDER! This account won't be updated anymore. Head over to the new nomanono account!

[nomanonold]

Yuri On Ice, Random Queer Stuff, Writing Debacles

I HAVE MOVED ACCOUNTS SO I CAN ACTUALLY FOLLOW AND REPLY TO Y’ALL. PLEASE GO FOLLOW ME THERE <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

[nomanonold]

Oh god here we go

A few folks have been trying to contact me recently so I’m attempting to be more social. This will likely fail miserably but here we are. 

Twitter: nomswords (thus far my Quality Content has just been Yurio gifs, oops)

Discord: nomanono (invite me to your server, I guess? technology *fistshake*)

[sushisalmon95]

OKAY OKAY I NEED TO FIND THIS FIC. IT STARTS OUT AS YURI X YUURI X VIKTOR AND IT GETS MORE PAIRINGS IN IT. ITS NSFW AND YURI WANTS TRAINED™ HELP MY GAY SOUL

Hmm.. @phaytesworld, a lil help for this gay soul???

[nomanonold]

Just trying to put more Quality Content into the universe <_<;;;;; how did you all know it was my fic D8

[fuckyeahsexeducation]

List of Non-sexual forms of intimacy

[incapableofgivingup]

watching tv/movies together

going to events together like carnivals, festivals etc.

going on dates like to the movies or shopping

sharing secrets

hugs

sharing drinks

phone calls

talking

touching noses

cuddling

philosophical discussions

hand holding

sharing jokes

sharing smiles

laying your head on someone’s shoulder

linking arms

massages

tickling

playing with hair

scratching backs

tracing designs on arms

talking about the future

a hand written note

moving your head to their chest and listening to their heartbeat.

singing together or playing instruments together

dancing

feeding each other

drawing/writing on one another

brushing your partners hair

sharing food

sitting knee to knee across from each other

doing beauty treatments like facials or manicures, hair dying or face masks

reading books together

take care of your partner when sick

talking about the relationship (how I feel with you, How I feel w/ this relationship)

cooking together

head-scratches

hugging

discussions about yourselves (like flaws, shortcomings, passions, stuff)

being physically/emotionally vulnerable

just sleeping together,

an actual open honest conversation

bathing and taking care of hygiene together

butterfly kisses

nuzzling

telling on-the-fly stories

meditating or sharing spirituality

grooming

sharing hobbies

studding

sharing personal stories

shaving

seeing each other without make-up or all dressed up

moral support for major events

crying, sharing emotions, comforting each other

listening to someones heartbeat or breathing

camping/hiking

sleepovers

being with animals together

going on trips together

sharing clothes/jewelry/personal items

sharing online social media

cleaning someone else’s living space

going with them to a doctor/therapist

doing art together

kissing different body parts

making out

volunteer together

work together

talking about wants and desires

experience new things together

do an extracurricular together

play games together

play sports together

walking together

being respectful and kind to one another (helping them do things, open doors for them etc.)

sharing responsibilities (chores, babysitting etc.)

giving each other presents, special things from the heart

talking about and respecting each others boundaries

public displays of affection

grooming in front of each other

wrestling or play fighting

texting/talking online

looking in each other’s eyes

complimenting each other

falling asleep over skype or chat

making faces at each other

sky watching

write poetry

inside jokes

respect each other

tell them how you feel about them

get to know each other better (playing 20 questions)

go for a ride together

close your eyes and memorise each others faces with your fingers

walk arm in arm

make a playlist together

make up your own words or slang

go out to eat

list each other’s best features

bring your faces close without touching and feel each other breath

go shopping together

throw a party or other event together

leave love notes

exercise together

exchange something meaningful

try to have a whole conversation with only eye contact and facial expressions

sit back to back and feel each other’s heartbeat

learn their favorite food and make it

run errands together

look at photos together

take photos together

go people watch

have a staring contest

learn something new together

take turns leading each other on a nature walk blindfolded

get to know each others family and friends

draw or sculpt each other

paint each other’s bodies

play with kids together

practicing a skill together

sharing food

being in comfortable clothes together

waving goodbye

being comfortable with each other’s bodily functions

any others you can think of?

[o204]

All of this please

[elletromil]

@insanereddragon

[nomanonold]

You know my fees.

"Victor!" Yuri shouted it with his normal teenage insistence, foot stamping in accompaniment.

Victor's head popped through his t-shirt and he tossed his hair back, flashing Yuri an infuriating half smirk.

Yuri clomped up to Victor’s locker, lancing his chest with a finger: "Teach me the quad flip."

Victor’s resulting smile should have been amusement or indignation or exasperation, but instead it was a dark, sultry thing. Victor studied Yuri while the younger skater sneered up at him, suddenly not so sure. "You know my fees," Victor said.

Yuri balked. He thought it had been a rumor, or a joke, but Victor Nikiforov was dead serious.

"Wh... what?" Yuri asked. "That's disgusting!"

Victor smiled his usual charming smile, shrugged, and walked past Yuri, out of the locker room and onto the ice.

--

Yuri spent three weeks trying on his own before he came back to Victor's locker again.

"How often?" Yuri asked as Victor was drying off from his shower. Victor glanced over his shoulder at the young, insolent expression on Yuri's face. But it was humbled, too.

Yuri needed him.

"Every day," Victor said. "You pay the fee, we go on the ice."

Yuri swallowed, his nostril curling in disgust that he couldn't quite contain. He took several breaths, enough that Victor turned back to his locker, spraying deodorant under his arms and swiping a comb through his hair.

"Fine," Yuri said. "But I get into the ice later. I'll... do it today, for tomorrow."

"Okay," Victor agreed, just like that.  

"Wh -" Yuri started, but Victor was already turning around, dropping his towel. He set his hand on Yuri's shoulder and pushed. "What if someone sees?" Yuri hissed.

"Be quick and they won't," Victor murmured. He was growing, thickening, rising towards Yuri, and Yuri was trying to control his breath as he stared.

<i>Don't think about it, don't think about it</i>, Yuri told himself, but it still took a conscious effort to slide to his knees.

"You've never done this before, have you?" Victor mused, capturing a lock of Yuri's hair between two fingers and slowly dragging down the length of it. Yuri glared up at Victor, then put his mouth around it and started to suck. That's what you were supposed to do, right? Suck on it?

But he couldn't get much in his mouth, and Victor, arms crossed now, lounging back while Yuri worked, looked more amused than aroused.

"Use your hand, too," Victor suggested, and Yuri wanted to bite his cock off, only the idea of blood made him nauseous. He sucked harder, hands coming to wrap around Victor and tug on the considerable amount of cock that couldn't fit.

"At least you're a quick learner."

Yuri gave another glare, pulled harder on that skin. It took far longer than Yuri wanted, long enough for his jaw to start hurting, and he hated himself.

But he wouldn't be able to win if he didn't know that jump, and so he closed his eyes, hollowed his cheeks, and pretended it was nothing more than saliva when he swallowed.

--

Yuri was a quick learner on the ice, too, and Victor gave him several hours tutelage the next day.

In the locker room he showered and Yuri was there waiting for him when he came out, sitting on the bench, expectant.

"Teach me more tomorrow," Yuri commanded, and Victor rolled his shoulders luxuriously, dropped his towel, and fed Yuri's open mouth.

--

"You can take more," Victor said, the next day. "You have to be willing to push your body farther."

The fury in Yuri's eyes was unmistakable, but over the course of his mentorship Victor's icy coolness had tempered that rage. Or, at the very least, flipped it into determination.

Yuri tried, and Yuri choked.

--

It was a week before Victor actually smiled at him, actually looked impressed at what Yuri accomplished.

"That's good," Victor said as Yuri, panting, skid to a stop beside him. Yuri hated how incredible that praise made him feel, how he couldn't control his dumbass grin.

--

After the ice Yuri was waiting again, on his knees next to Victor's locker when Victor emerged from the showers.

"I won't be in again until Tuesday," Victor said, petting Yuri's hair as he reached around him. "You can pay then."

Yuri looked up at him, stony-eyed, and Victor just chuckled: "You want it?"

"Yes."

Victor took a moment to size up his protege. Perhaps he'd underestimated Russia's upcoming star.

Well, <i>good</i>, and he pulled the flap of his towel aside, letting Yuri between his legs while he continued his routine.

--

Yuri was learning more than he ever had in his life, and faster, too.

And every day, while he was still high on the endorphins of his practice, he paid for his education.

He wasn't sure when he stopped dreading it.

He knew exactly when he started enjoying it.

--

The first time he made Victor moan it felt like the whole world changed.

Yuri smirked up at Victor, eyes alight and proud, and Victor looked down at him, <i>licked his lips</i>, and Yuri...

Yuri was hard.

--

"I want to do more."

"Quadruple Loop?" Victor asked, pulling on his jacket. Yuri glared at him.

"No like, to pay you," Yuri growled, voice hushed.

Victor paused, gazing into his locker, then closed it and turned to Yuri. "Okay."

Yuri snorted, stomped: "What, just 'Okay'?"

"Yeah," Victor said. He put his fingers on Yuri's lips, curling one so that it pulled the soft flesh. "You know my address."

--

"How much do I get for this?" Yuri asked, sitting on the edge of Victor's bed.

"Lessons?"

Yuri nodded, trying not to stare at Victor's nudity.

"How much do you want to do?" Victor asked, flicking off the main light before joining Yuri on the bed.

Yuri stared at the floor, rubbing his shoulder in thought. He knew what he wanted to do, with Victor, but... "Does it hurt?"

"Not usually. Not if you're prepared," Victor said. He had a hand between his legs, holding himself so damn casually, like it was nothing. "You've never done this before, have you?"

"I want to try."

--

Victor was right about the pain.

They went slow, Victor using the same care and consideration he did on the ice. He told Yuri what he was doing, and how, and why, and taught him to touch himself while it happened so he'd stay more relaxed.

When Victor finally mounted him Yuri closed his eyes, expecting the worst, but Victor was gentle, took his time, and by the end Yuri was a trembling, glorious mess and his hand was covered in cum.

--

"You already paid," Victor frowned in confusion when Yuri was on his knees the next day.

Yuri just shook his head, pawed at Victor's towel.

"I don't care."

--

Most skaters who could land a 4F in competition had between 40% and 70% success rates.

Yuri's was at 90, and still he insisted Victor teach him.

--

"Yuri..." Victor started.

It was afterwards. They were in bed together, Yuri on his back using Victor's upper arm for a pillow, and Victor wiping water from his mouth after a too-sloppy drink from his bottle.

"Hmm?"

They didn't normally talk after, but then, they didn't normally cuddle, either.

"You don't have to do this anymore, you know," Victor murmured. "If you want me to teach you... I'll teach you."

Yuri's breathing went shallow.

"You don't like it anymore?" Yuri asked.

"No, it's..." Victor sighed. "How much I like it."

He twisted on his side and Yuri curled too, the eye contact as terrifying as it was invigorating.

"What if I - we - keep doing it?" Yuri whispered.

"Not for pay?" Victor asked.

Yuri shook his head, lip trapped in his teeth, completely unaware of why it felt like he was hyperventilating.

Victor spent a long time studying him, contemplating.

"... yeah," Victor finally said.

"Yeah. Ok."

[nomanonold]

WIP Meme Thing

Today (okay, 6 weeks ago when I originally wrote this post) I learned, once again, that I have no idea how to use Tumblr. Thanks @ladyofthelog for a) tagging me and b) walking me step by step through how to see when someone tags you. 

TECHNICALLY I only have one (!) WIP. But just you wait. .... just you wait. 

 A Different Kind of Coaching - Yuri wants to give himself to Otabek, and luckily knows two guys who can train him so that, like all things, he can be the best at it. 

This was originally a one off. An excuse to write some sexy Victor/Yuri/Yuuri. Now it is 120k+ words, 28 chapters, and an enormous smorgasbord of every pairing and kink you can imagine building up towards the inevitable heartfelt gang bang where Yuri earns his collar and formally belongs to Otabek.

It’s OK. 

[martinsfrancisco]

Photography & post-production & styling: Francisco Martins

Model: Kevin McAulay @ Base Models

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Check out my photography links for more photos:

www.facebook.com/FranciscoMartinsPhotography

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www.martinsfrancisco.tumblr.com

[nomanonold]

IRL Victor? At least the closest I’ve ever seen certainly. Check OP’s blog for way, WAY more photos.

(Also, photographer is from Lisbon (!) so I am so biased in sharing)

[novocaine-sea]

Yuri on Ice Fic Rec Pt 1

I don’t know how many parts there are going to be but let’s start out with some favorites!

it’s the life we’re living now by vivevoce - Mature - Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky - Chapters: 7/7

Summary:

“… Did you know you still give me boners?” Yuri asks seriously. Otabek is startled into an incredulous snort. “Don’t laugh, you asshole! It’s tragic and inconvenient and probably going to last until we’re old and can’t get it up anymore.”

“I’m touched,” Otabek replies tonelessly. “You have such a way with words.”

“Yeah, I know.” Yuri grins, all sharp teeth. “Feel free to swoon a little closer into my arms. And on top of my crotch?”

“Fuck off.” Yuri can hear Otabek’s grudging smile, even with his back turned.

“Baby?”

“No.”

“Zhanym?”

“Gross.”

This is honestly such a wonderful fic, anything by her is incredible but this is the fic that really shoved me down the Otayuri rabbit hole

A Different Kind of Coaching by Nomanono - Explicit - Victor/Yuuri, Yuuri/Yuri/Victor, Otabek/Yuri, Victor/Yuri, Yuuri/Yuri, Otabek/Victor - Chapters: 27/?

Summary:

Yuri decides he wants to give himself to a special someone, and luckily knows two people very well equipped to help him train so that, like all things, he can be the best at it.

Almost every single chapter is smut, it’s a guilty pleasure and all of it is really well written. If you ever wanna read something kinky, this is definitely the best fic for it.

O. Altin by HugsandButterflyKisses - Teen - Otabek/Yuri - Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Yuri Plisetsky’s life gets thrown out of order when a hot neighbor moves in next door. Unfortunately for Yuri, his new neighbor also happens to be a serial killer. Yuri is convinced he is going to be the next victim. So, there’s that.

This fic is literally hilarious it made me smile so wide my face hurt so if you need a good laugh (in the best possible way) it’s amazing! 

Match Made By Phichit by SociallyAwkwardFox - Teen - Victor/Yuuri, Leo/Guang-Hong, Michele/Emi, Sara/Mila, Otabek/Yuri, Phichit/Seung Gil - Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Five times Phichit plays matchmaker for his friends and the one time they play matchmaker for him.

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!! I love Phichit being a wing man and the ending is so sweet and ugh this fic is really cute.

These Words Are Not Enough by mousapelli - Teen - Leo/Guang-Hong - Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

With fourteen time zones in between them, Leo and Guanghong find every way they can to cross the distance.

Honestly this fic is so great. Music incorporation, so much research about different time zones and things, pining, cuteness, ugh I cry every time! Anything by mousapelli is awesome tho sooooo

take a picture (it’ll last longer) by aozu - Teen - Seung Gil/Phichit - Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Phichit takes a lot of photos.

And by a lot, Seung-gil means a fuck ton.

THIS FIC MAKES MY HEART SWELL WITH JOY I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! Just everything about this fic makes me smile ugh my heart

Wildflowers by axona, Lulubean - Teen - Yuuri/Yuri, Phichit/Yuuri, Otabek/Yuri - Chapters: 10/10

Summary:

These won’t be the last tears he sheds over Victor Nikiforov, but he has hit a point where they stop and leave him numb and dazed.

“He…that was my first kiss,” Yuuri whispers, staring down at his open palms on his lap helplessly.

Yurio makes a noise like he’s just been punched in the gut, and he growls something in Russian that Yuuri doesn’t bother translating. He only looks up when Yurio squats in front of him, firmly and unapologetically taking hold of Yuuri’s empty hands with his own, intense blue-green eyes staring at him.

“You deserve better than him.”

UMMM HONESTLY AMAZING AND HEARTBREAKING AND EVERYTHING ALL IN ONE I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO EXPRESS OVER THIS FIC???

wyd? by tootsonnewts - NR - Otabek/Yuri - Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Ever since the coffee shop incident, Otabek personally sends Yuri every single one of his snaps, which are literally all the same three things: Otabek at the gym in a sleeveless shirt, Otabek on a run in a sleeveless shirt, Otabek in his bed in a sleeveless shirt, and JESUS CHRIST, does this guy own anything else?

Or, Otabek is a fuckboy and Yuri can’t deal.

Fuckboy Otabek, need I say more? This fic is incredibly hilarious i got my entire life throughout the entire thing

we laugh, we fumble, we take it day by day by waitingforareason - G - Victor/Yuuri - Chapters 1/1

Summary:

When it comes to taking their son on the ice for the first time, Yuuri is worried, Victor is patient, and everyone else is helplessly intrusive.

This is honestly one of my go to fics when I wanna be happy. It’s so precious and I love it so much. The child they adopt is so freakin cute too I wanna pinch his cheeks

Unexpected by CelesteFitzgerald - Teen - Otabek/JJ - Chapters 1/1

Summary:

Since childhood, JJ had told his soulmate everything about his life. JJ’s soulmate on the other hand was not one for sharing. They turned down all of JJ’s offers to meet up. But JJ knew they still cared and that they would meet eventually. He didn’t know that “eventually” would be at the Grand Prix Final.

Soulmate AU where whatever you write on your skin shows up on your soulmate’s.

THIS WHOLE FIC IS REALLY CUTE AND THE ENDING IS ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH

[nomanonold]

Cause the world needs more kink! :D 

<3 Thanks for the rec!

[nomanonold]

Silver Tiger

"You've never lost to me before,” Otabek says, brushing Yuri's hair from his eyes. His gold medal clinks against Yuri’s silver. “You don't like the way it feels."

"No." Yuri won’t quite look at him.

"Should I make you feel good? About me being on top?"

Yuri blushes, scowls, and tries to stay upset as Otabek's fingers unravel him. 

Twice that day, he fails.

[nomanonold]

AHHH.

This chapter is unjustifiably difficult. I have written thousands of words, and I have trashed thousands of words. I have plotted and I have sketched. I have stared blankly at word soup for minutes on end.

I wish I were a masochist; writing would be a lot more fun.

[nomanonold]

I’m Problematic.

Friend:  “Does it bother you that your spirit animal is a 15 year old boy?”

[kawaiilo-ren]

Yukata Otayuri destroyed me they’re so cute I wasn’t ready

[nomanonold]

See that tiny goldfish? 

Otabek let Yuri name it. 

SHARK STINGRAY MAN-O-WAR is now safe and sound on his desk. So fierce.

[nomanonold]

Possession

This couldn’t be posted because, without a breadth of different characters like the one intro’d here, or without more time invested in the one discussed here, it falls into unfortunate tropes and is pretty problematic. So: maybe one day there will be other characters like this, and it’ll join official ADKOC canon, but until then, it stays here.

All eyes were on Yuri, dressed to kill, a submissive masterpiece of skin and mesh tipped in black lips and eyeliner.

Well. All eyes save one equally adorned pair.

“Eros!” the kid came up as they entered the club’s basement. Kid cause he was like, what, twelve? Soft-faced and puffy lipped and full-hipped. Yuri narrowed his eyes.

“Hey Snaps,” Yuuri greeted the new nobody, arms opening into a hug, and that fucking minnow swam into Yuuri’s embrace.

Yuri hated him instantly.

Unfortunately, out of everyone in the club, this little fish seemed immune to Yuri’s youthful charms and angst-ridden death glares. If anything, it just made the kid cling tighter to Yuuri’s side, speaking in excited, chipper, cheerful tones:

“Did you see the TEMS demo?” Snaps asked - fuck that guy - and Yuuri’s eyes even lit up as he looked over to a man wielding a hissing, glowing purple stick.

“Ohh, don’t let Silver see,” Yuuri teased. TEASED?

That was fucking it.

“Eros,” Yuri said, but it came out as a thunderous growl. The kid hadn’t let go of Yuuri, was pressed to his right side, so Yuri raked his hand over the tight black cling of Yuuri’s shirt and yanked himself to Yuuri’s left. Just to make it extra clear to this punk ass know-nothing, Yuri brought his teeth to Yuuri’s neck, clamping them against his Adam’s apple like a tiger going for the kill.

“Oh, Tiger,  mmm… this is Snaps,” Yuuri said, once he’d stopped shivering.

The kid gave Yuri a split second look and the most blasé nod before turning back to Yuuri.

“Menk said he’d let you try, if you want,” the kid said, impervious to Yuri’s withering stare. “You could use it on me. Like last time.”

“That was an acc—“

“Come on,” Snaps grinned.

Yuri growled, leaning into the kid’s space. “He said no, eh! You deaf?”

“Tiger,” Yuuri chastised, and Snaps gave Yuri a secret, delighted grin, like Yuri had fallen right into a trap.

“Let’s at least get a closer look,” Snaps chimed, as if Yuri had never said a word. He tugged Yuuri towards the demonstration.

Otabek and Victor stood side by side near the back wall, watching with barely concealed amusement.

“I’ve never seen him so jealous before,” Victor chuckled as Yuri fumed after them, magma glowing in his footsteps.

“He’s never had competition before,” Otabek said.

“Snaps is hardly competition,” Victor said, with an almost-eyeroll about some past occasion.

“Yuri doesn’t know that.”

Victor laughed: “Clearly.”

When Yuri came up alongside them again, arm mushing into Yuuri’s, he stared daggers at the display. The dom brought the buzzing, glowing bulb over his sub’s exposed skin. With a static CRACK, a white spark lanced from stick to skin. The sub’s initial cry elongated in an aroused moan.

“Is that… electricity?” Yuri gaped.

Snaps beamed. “Haven’t you ever seen a violet wand?”

Yuuri caught Yuri’s arm before he could lift it up in his normal offensive, fist-clenched stance. With a hiss, the tiger wrenched it away and back down to his side. Barely. He looked like he could summon hellfire.

“You up, Eros?” someone appeared next to the group, a giant of a man in hugging leather.

“Tiger, this is Menk,” Yuuri introduced while the scene continued in front of them.

Menk nodded in greeting and Yuri lifted his chin.

“Give Yuuri the wand next,” Snaps chirped to the man, tugging on Yuuri’s arm. Yuri felt the resonant jerk from where he clung to Yuuri’s other side and his anger escalated, filled almost to bursting.

Before them, the scene was just finishing up, dom helping his sub to her feet, and Menk took the wand away for cleaning.

“Yuuri,” Yuri whispered. Then, louder: “Eros!”

He wedged himself back against Yuuri’s ribs, turned to face him and left pleading little kisses on Yuuri’s jaw.

“What’s gotten into you, Tiger?”

“Scared of a little lightning, Shere Khan?” Snaps chirped. Before Yuri could hiss at the kid, Menk returned.

“Here you go.” He handed off the wand and gestured to the scene space. Needing no further encouragement, Snaps hopped to the bench. He looked pointedly at Yuri, shrugged like ‘you lose’.

Fuck. This. Kid.

“Eros.” Yuri squeezed his rival’s hand, tugging him back when Yuuri moved towards the space. His eyes had already adopted that smolder he only had when he domming. Seducing.

“Do it on me instead,” Yuri said. It sounded way more like begging than he wanted it to, so Yuri followed it up by stepping close and digging his nails into Yuuri’s hips. “I’m yours.”

Yuuri, oblivious, sized up his rival, weighed that ever-so-familiar determination burning white hot in Yuri’s eyes.

Something was off.

“You want to get electrocuted?” Yuuri raised his brow.

It wasn’t that he wanted to be electrocuted, it was that fuck this asshole to the moon if he thought he could have Yuri’s Katsudon. But he nodded all the same.

Yuuri side-eyed his rival. “… Alright.” He looked up at the kid. “Snaps. Tiger’s gonna try.”

Snaps’ pout was vile. Yuri would have gagged if he didn’t feel so damn victorious.

“Bend over the bench,” Yuuri said, voice projecting so everyone around the scene space could hear. Yuri, still willing Snaps to spontaneously combust with his eyes, took Snaps’ place and bent. Yuuri adjusted the knob on the wand, testing the glowing thing on his forearm until he seemed satisfied.

Yuri was sweating. Fucking electricity? Fuck fuck fuck.

“Hey.”

He didn’t realize he’d slammed his eyes shut until Yuuri cupped his chin and called for him, making him look up.

“Are you okay?” Yuuri asked, tone completely serious, no hint of seductive purr.

Yuri flushed bright red, glancing to see if the fucking kid was watching. Of course he was, and of course he’d seen the whole exchange, and of course he had this shit-eating grin on his face, spying Yuri’s cowardice.

“Yes! Just do it!” Yuri snarled, knuckles whitening on the bench.

Yuuri moved his hand to Yuri’s shoulder, petting through the clutching material of his shirt. Yuri shrugged him off.

“I’m fine! Just, come on! Everyone’s watching!” Yuri hissed.

Yuuri frowned. He shouldn’t have done this.  

But then Yuri’s eyes went soft, self-aware, and he whispered: “Please?”

Please, Katsudon!

They had a lot to talk about after this.

“Alright.”

The first touch was… surprising more than painful.  It tingled as Yuuri passed the wand up Yuri’s thighs, on the exposed skin under the black miniskirt Yuri had chosen for the outing (“Don’t you dare say anything about it,” Yuri had growled at the other three, despite expressions of obvious intrigue moreso than judgment). The wand’s intensity was nowhere near what the other couple had used - no crackling sparks needling into his skin - but as it continued to circle, Yuri grew warm, flush. The slow heat built up in his skin and lingered even as Yuuri pulled away and gave him a moment to breathe.

“How is it, Tiger?” Yuuri asked, and Yuri stared at Snaps, still glaring.

“More.” He could handle this.

Snaps reached his hand out from the edge of the scene space, and with a humoring look Yuuri touched the wand to his fingertips. “Ooohh,” Snaps cooed. Yuri wanted to throw up. He watched Snaps stretch into the touch, arching his spine so his damnably impressive pecs were pushed towards Yuuri’s face.

That kid wanted to show off his body?

Fine.

There were things Yuri could do with his body he was certain Snaps couldn’t. When Yuuri came back over to him, Yuri cast an adoring eye back at his lover. He lifted his leg slowly behind him, making sure everyone was focused on it, and stretched it into a vertical split. In addition to the obvious aesthetic of the move, it gave Yuuri plenty of access to his thighs and the tender flesh between - he’d not worn anything beneath his skirt.

“My Tiger is so flexible,” Yuuri mused to their audience, fingers roaming appreciatively up Yuri’s skyward thigh. Yuri flicked his eyes to Snaps, a prideful snarl on his features (Hear that? I’m HIS tiger!) but Snaps was busy licking his fingertips and enjoying the wand’s residual heat.

The device snuggled into Yuri’s crotch, sudden tingles rushing between his legs. He hadn’t been hard, but the weird fantastic shivers of electricity bubbled through his blood and made his cock fill. Yuuri spent a minute caressing him with the tool, even brushing the wand along the small of his back, where Otabek had made him so sensitive. Yuri groaned, body responding more and more, and then the touch vanished.

“Kats… Eros,” Yuri called as his rival turned to the ring of people.

Turned to Victor.

“Silver!” Snaps cried out, spotting Victor too at the edge of the space. He stood next to Otabek, watching. “You want this?” Snaps shimmied his hips in Victor’s direction, uncaring for the line of folks between them.

Victor snorted, bemused at the obvious offering.

“Not as much as you want me, I think” he teased, stepping in with Yuuri. He held out his palm and Yuuri traced his fingers with the wand. Yuri was close enough to see Victor shiver.

Snaps opened his mouth, snapped it shut like a gator. “Come on, Silver! Just a taste?”

And, to Yuri’s complete dismay, Victor looked to Yuuri for permission.

“Silver,” Yuri growled, suddenly feeling panicky. Victor just winked. He pulled out a condom, skinning the wrapper with his teeth, and fuck, Yuri hated this! He HATED this!

Victor unzipped, pulled his cock from its confines, and rolled the condom on, staring at Snaps the whole time.

No no no no no no!

How was this happening?! This wasn’t anything like normal!

Victor walked over and Snaps bent, bracing with one hand on the wall, the other reaching behind for the leather flap that hid his ass. Yuri felt the emotional bile rising inside him. He couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“Red light!”

—

Less than a minute later Yuri was crying quietly against Yuuri’s chest, clinging to him like he was trying to crush his rival’s ribcage. He breathed Yuuri’s smell and snuffed his tears against Yuuri’s shirt and ignored the whole rest of the world.

“Shh, shhh,” Yuuri murmured, cradling Yuri’s body to his own. In less than five seconds he’d handed the wand to Menk and guided Yuri out of the circle, Victor behind him, Otabek behind that, veering down one of the narrow corridors.

“You’re supposed to be mine!” Yuri choked, fists tightening around Yuuri.

Yuuri frowned, pulling back enough that he could see their Tiger’s face. Victor had gone to get a water, and Otabek simply set his hand on the small of Yuri’s back, shielding him from the eyes of anyone walking down the hall.

“What’re you talking about, Tiger?” Yuuri frowned. “Is this about —”

“I hated that!” Yuri choked.

Yuuri winced internally and tightened his hold, fingers cupping the base of Yuri’s skull.

“I’m so sorry; I had it on the lowest setting and —”

“No,!” Yuri rubbed at his eyes, angry and sad all in one chaotic bubble. “Snaps!”

Yuuri’s eyes widened in sudden realization.

“You—“ Yuuri suddenly flushed. <I>You were jealous</i>. “Oh… Yuri.” Yuuri’s frown deepened.

Yuri pulled back and wiped his eyes, staring at Victor’s feet as the silver-haired skater approached with two glasses of water in hand.

“I know I’m not Yuuri, and you don’t need to ask me for permission,” Yuri snuffed at Victor’s shoes.

“No, Yuri,” Yuuri cut him off. “You’re right. You’re… you’re really right.”  For all that they had done together, their relationship had always had an unofficialness to it, laissez-faire and free. They were two couples enjoying each other very much. But, they’d already confessed emotions that were more than that. It had just… never quite occurred to Yuuri what those emotions meant. “We’re all partners at this point, aren’t we? We should have asked.”

“I just don’t know why you’d fuck him when you could have me instead!” Yuri choked in sudden anger. “I’m right here!”

Oh. Yuuri and Victor had a simultaneous realization, and Victor gave a warm, adoring chuckle to Yuri as he held out the glass of water.

“Snaps chose not to get surgery when he transitioned,” Victor said. It took Yuri a moment, so Victor continued: “A lot of the gay men here just want ass, and most of the straight men aren’t into Snaps’ look.”

“Victor doesn’t really care about stuff like that,” Yuuri snorted, “and normally can’t get that sort of sex.”

“I mean, I could,” Victor teased, only to get elbowed by his husband.

“So when he gets a safe chance, I usually allow it.” Yuuri adopted a small growl. “I don’t let him fuck other boys’ asses.”

Yuri still hadn’t fully caught up, gears turning full speed, but the mention of other boys made him shudder. Another flash of insecurity washed over their tiger: “… I’m your boy. All three of you.” He blushed bright red. “… Right?”

They embraced him.

“Right.”

Yuri stood, surrounded by his keepers, his men - his choreographer and his rival and his master. He latched hardest onto his Katsudon, but the comforting attention of Otabek and Victor was equally soothing.

He didn’t even bother looking for Snaps.

He had everything he needed, and he was a fool to think anyone could just take that away.

[nomanonold]

My greatest accomplishment.

[nomanonold]

Like seriously. How.

“Now, open your mouth,” Yuri said.

“What?” Otabek balked.

Yuri wet his lips and cocked his head forward, like come on, and Otabek was in this so far already - drowning in this already - that what did it matter anymore?

He loosened his jaw, lips parting, mouth open. 

“I’ll go like this,” Yuri said, fingers sliding beneath Otabek’s chin, all except for the one which pushed into that damp cave until his knuckle knocked against Otabek’s teeth. 

Otabek was too stunned to gag. 

“And you rip it off.” 

The knot of Otabek’s adam apple did a long downward slog as he swallowed. 

So much for just friends.