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[nomanono]

Question for Otabek (and Yuuri and Victor). Has Yuri ever had to safeword, and why? What happened after?

They’re all sitting on the couch, brows pinched, thinking, but it’s Yuri who speaks up first:

“I did yellow once,” Yuri says. “With Victor’s fist.”

Victor’s fingers twitch at the memory.

“I’d had Yuuri and Otabek,” Yuri explains. “But they both have smaller hands, even if Otabek’s are thicker. Victor’s fist was still bigger, and his knuckles were knobbier, and he went really deep.”

“You know how much I like surprises! I hadn’t felt anything like that before,” Victor says. “So soft and so warm, all around my hand!”

Yuri looks over at his rival-mentor-coach with this prideful fondness. “I wanted him to try to fuck me with it a bit. I could barely move.”

Victor smirks. “I had seen him with Yuuri and Otabek but it’s very different when it’s your hand.”

“I asked for it harder.”

“We got carried away.”

Yuuri feigns a gasp, “You two? Get carried away?!”

“Eh, don’t be jealous, Katsudon!” Yuri elbows his rival, or tries, but Yuuri twists out of the way and just nudges Yuri right back.

“I don’t need to be jealous. I know what you feel like around my fist.”

Yuri offers a sensual growl at that, torn between trying to weasel into Victor’s personal space or Yuuri’s. In the end he just winds up sinking deeper into the couch between them.

“Once he said yellow I held still for a minute,” Victor continues. “Then slowly pulled my hand out.”

“No, that’s not how it went,” Yuri shakes his head. “You started to pull out, but the heel of your hand felt really good stretching my asshole, so I asked you to just fuck me there.”

“Oh!” Victor remembers. “And I rotated.”

“You rotated your hand,” Yuri says at almost exactly the same time, twisting his fist to illustrate. “Fuck. Fuck. Katsudon, put that on the list.”

Yuuri tugs out his phone. Yuri watches him type something in and then nods his approval.

“My list of things I want to do,” Yuri explains.

Yuuri holds it up and scrolls: it’s very long, but moving too quickly to get more than a glimpse.

“Wait, wait,” Otabek butts in at last. “Yuri said yellow and you tried to slow down but just wound up fucking him again anyway?”

Yuri and Victor both blush like caught kids.

“Yes, Sir,” Yuri murmurs.

Victor coughs. “Sir.”

Otabek snorts, shaking his head. “This is why we don’t leave you two alone anymo–”

“THAT WAS ONE TIME!” Yuri objects.

“It did break my no-emergency-room streak, though,” Victor pouts.

“Oh wait you were thinking of that time?” Yuri flushes.

“What time were you – oh. … Ohhhhhh,” Victor pales a bit. “That.”

Yuuri buries his face in his hands, and Otabek offers a steadying pat on his back. It’s really the only thing you can do, with the Russians.

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Otabek- you are with Yuri true, but what is it that draws you to Victor? You have a bond with Victor that you don't with Yuuri. Is it due to their relationship with one another? Or is it Victor's need to be dominated?

“I never liked Victor Nikiforov.”

“I thought he was a proud playboy who got lucky: obsessed with himself, careless with his charms, successful only because he was the latest body churned out by the Russian figure-skating machine.”

Victor, in the background, goes still, his face frozen in a mask that makes Yuuri, beside him, frown.

“People are never quite like the media portrays them. But I met Victor Nikiforov. Skated with Victor Nikiforov. Shared press rooms with Victor Nikiforov.”

Otabek’s lips draw even thinner than normal. “He seemed exactly like I imagined him.”

Victor looks to the side, face still frozen, eyes far away.

“It took meeting Yuuri’s husband, and Yuri’s mentor,” Otabek starts, “to glimpse the real Victor.”

“The real Victor sat with me, a stranger and rival, and told me I wasn’t broken. He helped me learn that my love wasn’t incompatible with the person I hoped to share it with. He even let me borrow his husband so I could make love to my boyfriend.”

Otabek’s voice has stayed flat, but now there’s a tinge of tightness to it.

“The real Victor went to the flower store in the middle of the day and bought three dozen roses just to pull off the petals and decorate his home for Yuri and I to enjoy.”

Victor’s adam’s apple bobs.

Otabek lets out a soft breath, turning to look back at him. “The real Victor called his husband in the middle of a skating competition and organized his entire team to move me across the city. The real Victor spent four months at peak season orchestrating a single evening with all of his friends to celebrate someone else. …The real Victor bought an entire apartment for his husband’s boyfriend’s boyfriend and insists, to this day, that the only rent he ever needs is a kiss.”

Victor’s gazing at Otabek now, his eyes shining.

“The real Victor,” Otabek says, holding that gaze with all his heart, “is so proud of his family, so giving of his love, and I am the lucky one to know him.”

[nomanono]

Boyfriends Date?

I wrote this in a reply to one of the ADKOC Epilogue comments, but thought it was fun enough to post here.

@notoriousfish asked:

Okay one question for Yuuri & Yuri ~ Have you ever gone on a solo “date” together since your boyfriends title happened, and if so, what did you do?

Yuri and Yuuri share this knowing look, Yuri smirking and Yuuri blushing.

“You tell them, Katsudon,” Yuri snickers. Yuuri groans and covers his face in a hand, but Yuri keeps prodding until he sighs and looks up.

“We tried to go on a date,” Yuuri starts, and Yuri barks out a laugh.

“I didn’t know it was a date.”

“I told you I wanted to take you somewhere special!”

“I thought you meant, like, a new restaurant you found,” Yuri keeps laughing.

Yuuri’s look is that fond mix of exasperation and you’re-so-cute-I-want-to-strangle-you. He slings his arm around Yuri’s shoulder, shaking his head and kissing the corner of Yuri’s mouth.

“I told him where to meet me and was waiting in a nice suit with flowers,” Yuuri says.

“I swear to god I thought it was just an average restaurant!”

“He shows up in this… “ Yuuri makes a face.

“Fashionable,” Yuri fills in the blank.

“Fashionable,” Yuuri air quotes, “t-shirt that looked like someone tried to clog a garbage disposal.”

And Yuri just grins proudly, because that’s a perfect description of Yuri’s fashion style.

“Your face,” Yuri grins, but he’s being gentler with his teases now. It’s still a tad sore even after all the time has passed. Yuri looks at Yuuri with his own brand of adoration. “You were so upset.”

“Our reservations were in five minutes and nothing about you was up to the dress code,” Yuuri says. (They’ve pretty much forgotten about you at this point and are talking to themselves).

“I still looked good though, didn’t I?” Yuri smirks.

“Of course you looked good,” Yuuri returns, unable to prevent his smile.

“We wound up walking along the river instead,” Yuri says. “That was more fun than a stuffy restaurant anyway.”

“I was so hot.”

“You should have dressed more appropriately!”

That earns Yuri a hard glare, which Yuri diffuses with a flash of his smile and a bat of his lashes.

“I suppose that explains why you were so quick to get naked when—“

“YURI!”

“What?!”

“NEXT QUESTION.”

[nomanono]

I have a question for all of Yuri's caretakers: what do you do for your kitten if he 'drops?

“I’m going to assume you mean drop into subspace,” Victor grins. “As opposed to dropping acid.”

“Or dropping the beat,” Otabek adds, and there’s a moment of stunned silence as all heads turn to him and stare..

“… did you just make a pun?” Yuuri chokes.

“Otchka. That was embarrassing,” Yuri balks.

Otabek’s face hasn’t moved a muscle since he deadpanned the line, but at Yuri’s judgment the very corner of his mouth twitches up into a knowing smirk.

“We take care of him,” Otabek answers the question like nothing happened. “He spaces out less frequently than he used to, but he’ll still get overwhelmed occasionally and go to that place.”

“I like holding him and whispering his name,” Yuuri says. “Petting his hair, too. If we’ve been calling him kitten or doll, hearing his real name can help draw him to the present.”

“I always make sure there’s juice on hand,” Victor adds. “Not only does it have electrolytes,” he holds up a finger like a dazzling live-action commercial, “but the temperature is cool enough it usually jolts people back.”

“I like to clean him,” Otabek says. “If he’s sticky or dirty, running a warm washcloth between his legs, or over his hands, can help sooth him. Sometimes I’ll wipe his face, too, if he’s particularly deep.”

“We’re lucky,” Victor picks up the conversation. “He’s never had a bad transition.”

“What’s that mean?” Yuri blinks. He’s spent the last several seconds trying to simultaneously hug all three of his partners and finding his two arms utterly lacking.

“It means you’ve never gotten stuck in subspace,” Victor clarifies.

“That can happen?” Yuri pales.

“Hopefully not when you have so many people looking after you,” Victor kisses his cheek.

“Eh, Vitya! Not on camera,” Yuri wipes the spot that Victor kissed. Victor just laughs, turning to Yuuri, and promptly tries to stick his tongue down his husband’s throat instead. Otabek muses over Yuuri’s shrieking: “When we dom, we’re in charge of our kitten. If he spaces out, it’s our responsibility to take care of him until he’s back in a place where he can take care of himself.” He pulls Yuri into his lap, hand on his boy’s thigh. Yuri perches picture perfect, elated to have his master’s attention. He gazes into Otabek’s eyes, fingers delicately stroking the buzz of Otabek’s undercut. “If you did have a bad episode,” Otabek says, ever so protective of his kitten, “we would be there for you, as long as it took.”

[nomanono]

Question for Yuuri and Otabek, what's the nature of your relationship? Have you ever done a scene together?

Yuuri and Otabek aren’t used to sitting on the stools together. They’re side by side, but unlike Yuri’s constant lap-sitting or Victor’s ever-present arm around Yuuri, only their upper arms touch.

“I don’t think we’ve ever done a scene together alone,” Otabek says. Yuuri shakes his head in agreement.

“We co-dom a lot. Either Yuri or Victor. Sometimes both,” Yuuri thinks. Yuri and Victor, as soon as they were left alone on the couch, immediately started making out, and Yuuri glances back at them with a fond roll of his eyes: “Our Russians like being on their knees.”

They don’t even hear. Victor’s pinching Yuri’s nipples through his shirt and Yuri’s clutching Victor’s hair like he’s going to tear it all out.

“I sub for Otabek when it’s Yuri and I subbing,” Yuuri says. “But just the two of us?”

Otabek shakes his head.

“Our relationship is strong without that,” Otabek says. “Yuuri is one of my closest friends. He and Yuri are in love. He and Victor are in love. That emotion is all around us.”

Yuuri’s eyes glitter at that, glancing over at Otabek with a heartfelt smile.

“I’m very glad you’re in our lives. My life,” Otabek admits, twisting on the stool to face Yuuri. Their knees knock together awkwardly. The face-sucking Russians are going to be so upset they missed out on this, but Yuri’s shirt is bunched up in his armpits and Victor’s sucking his nipples and that’ll just have to be their loss.

Yuuri blushes, wrapping his arms around Otabek’s shoulders, hugging him tight.

“Me too.”

[nomanono]

Question for Yuri and Otabek, did you ever think of other ways of "establish" your relationship? Idk, like tattoos or piercings?

Yuri offers a cat-like smile: “Should we show them, Otchka?”

The Kazakh’s gaze feels like sex, the best Yuri’s ever had, confident yet coy, and all with the most minute shifts of his facial muscles. To the untrained eye, he might not even have moved at all.

“Better to let them wait for the story, don’t you think?”

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Here's my question for Yuri (sorry, I don't have AO3). Yuri, how did you decide that you should ask Victor and Yuuri for training? Is Victor such an exhibitionist that they're the reason you wanted to sub or was there something else?

“I knew he was fucking Katsudon,” Yuri huffs. “Just look at them.”

(Yuuri and Victor have been cuddling on the couch. Presently Victor is trying to twist Yuuri’s hair into little points, which isn’t working at all, but they’re both grinning like fools and giggling regardless.)

“Ugh,” Yuri sighs, staring at them.

Yuri pillows his cheek on his hand, “I mean, Victor’s good at everything he does. Except, like, cooking.”

“Hey!”

“You set a cookie tray on fire,” Yuri growls, hands held up to ask the world why he was given this punishment.

“Only once!”

Yuri looks at you pleadingly. Luckily, Victor and Yuuri go back to giggling and Yuri, with a scrunch of his nose at the two, goes back to his story.

“I knew he wasn’t the best coach, but… I trusted him. We’d been through a lot together, and he’d always been there. At the rink. In training. At the competitions. There was always Victor.” He shrugs, like almost embarrassed.

“Submitting to Otabek was a different thing. I gave my body to Yakov, first. Then to Lilia. They both broke me in different ways and remade me stronger. When Otabek told me I was a soldier…” Yuri looks down at his right hand, like remembering that handshake, yesterday or years ago. “I couldn’t sleep that night. I wanted to be his soldier. I wanted to give my body to him and see how he would break and remake me.”

Otabek, perhaps wanting to be by his boy, perhaps wanting to escape the giggling, comes up alongside Yuri and sets a hand over his collar. Yuri leans into him, like coming home, his smile soft and subtle but filled with sweetness.

“Did I break you?” Otabek’s tone is still impressively even, only the slightest hint of playfulness.

“A thousand times,” Yuri nods in affirmation, hand joining Otabek’s at his neck. “And remade me stronger than ever.”

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My question is for Victor (don't have AO3 acc) what was it like the first time you walked in on Yuuri and Yuri and saw them so into each other at that moment? You had only played with Yuri together, yet Yuuri and Yuri had gotten so caught up, they did not even know you were there. Thoughts?

“I’m going to boldly assume you’re familiar with On Love: Eros and Agape, yes?” Victor’s accompanying grin is slow and smooth, as charming as a Cheshire cat. “Alone, each of them is exquisite - you’ve heard them - but their true beauty comes when you layer them, one atop the other.”

His smirk is laced with the satisfaction of innuendo.

“Yuuri’s Eros was still a rare beast to see outside the rink. That passion was unmistakable - and arresting. I couldn’t breathe.” Victor’s savoring the image, eyes unfocusing as he remembers.  “Even alone it drove me wild, but it was seeing Yuri beneath him - Yuri’s Agape, his purity - that almost pushed me over the edge.”

“My Eros was tainting that purity, jet black ink poured into mother’s milk,” Victor says. “And both of them were all the more beautiful in contrast. Can you imagine that? How vulnerable our ferocious tiger was? How strong and assertive our soft piglet had become?” Victor shakes his head. “That they could do that to one another….”

“I remember Yuri’s mouth. When I walked in, he looked like a sacrifice, lips hanging open, eyes closed and brows lifted in pain. Like he was begging for his life - only it was my Yuuri’s life he wanted.”

A pause, a deeper breath than normal.

“I remember the pink of his tongue. …He was so delicate, and Yuuri’s entire Eros revolved around that delicacy, devouring that delicacy … the way he called Yuri ‘Little Doll’…” Victor’s head is still drifting slightly side to side. “Blyad….”

His passion-dark eyes lighten, and he laughs.

“They didn’t hear me come in. They didn’t hear me sit down. They didn’t hear my palm scrubbing the crotch of my pants while I watched…” Victor rolls his shoulders. “Eros and Agape - they were in their own world, and I felt gifted just to see it.”

He sighs, fond and nostalgic. “There’s more. Of course. It was the first time Yuuri hadn’t asked my permission. The first time a moment swept him away. I thought I might be jealous, but the two of them…” Another short laugh. “Well… I suppose you saw what I did to my Yuuri after, didn’t you?”

His hand turns palm up and drifts outward, gesturing to the obvious conclusion.

“As I said. Each is delicious individually, but together?” He brings his fingertips to his lips, kisses them and spreads them. “They’re divine.”