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It was already late. Victor could tell because it was growing dark outside through the large glass windows of the ice rink. Yakov was away for a week, so Victor had to step in as coach and controlling Yuri, Georgi and Mila wasn’t the easiest task in the world. He’d managed to coach Yuuri in the morning, then sent him home, and then he could try to deal with everyone else in the late afternoon.
“Guys, come on, focus. I don’t want to be here all night. I have a pretty Japanese omega waiting for me at home,” he reminded them, clapping his hands together before he glanced down at his digital watch. It had just gone six.
Ugh. I’m missing dinner with Yuuri, he lamented silently with a pout. He knew he’d have cooked by now and was probably sitting and cuddling with Makkachin. He was almost green with envy.
“How can I do anything when Mila is skating up my ass!?” Yuri exploded, fuming at the redhead, his voice echoing around the hall.
Victor had to admit, she was skating a little close, and she was very sloppy today, not quite meeting her jumps or step work. Maybe I should call it a day? He wasn’t sure whether Yakov’s lecture about going easy on them was going to be worth it or not.
The redhead in question halted and leant forwards, her hands on her knees. For a moment, Victor thought she was laughing, but it confused him when he realised she was whimpering.
Yuri frowned, slowly skating closer to peer at her suspiciously. “What’s wrong with you?” he demanded, waiting for a jibe from her that never came.
She crumbled down onto the ice and, alarmed, Victor skated across the ice quickly in order to get to her. Georgi beat him to it and was already picking her up.
Victor knew the problem as soon as he was a few meters away. The sickly sweet smell of an omega in heat seemed to hit him in the face, and he had to resist cringing. Offending an omega in heat wouldn’t be the best idea. She could react violently and hurt herself, or lash out at the people around her.
“No, no, I don’t want you, Georgi,” Mila disagreed, pushing away from the beta. “I want Victor,” she continued, reaching for him with wide, hopeful eyes and flushed cheeks. “You smell so amazing, alpha, I bet you’d take fantastic care of me.”
“Yuck, that’s disgusting,” Yuri said with a scowl, skating back slightly and away from the omega. He was too young to understand how appealing an alpha and an omega could find each other.
Victor fixed a smile on his face. “Come on, let’s get you off the ice,” he told her, gently skating backwards as he held her hands, trying to lead her away from the danger.
“That’s it, good girl,” he told her as they stepped off the ice. Phew, now let’s get rid of the shoe knives and I’ll feel a hundred times better.
Mila tried to hug him as soon as they were on solid ground. “See, I knew you’d be a good alpha,” she said, sounding proud of herself for figuring it out.
“Yes, yes, now sit down here,” he said gently, guiding her onto one of the benches. He went down onto his knees, reaching for her skates and then quickly undoing the laces.
Mila looked giddy at the alpha being so close. “Oh, Vitya, I love seeing you on your knees for me. Promise me you’ll let me return the favour.” She winked at him as she spread her legs.
Victor tried not to laugh at the bold words. For any other alpha, the sight of Mila, in heat and eager, would probably be enticing, but Victor was very, very in love with his own omega that was waiting for him at home. Instead, he disguised his humoured smile into one that he hoped was flirty. He was glad to finally take the skates off and get the guards on the blades.
He sat back, pulling his own shoes off and handing them to Georgi, who looked completely baffled at what to do as Mila started to take her clothes off. “It’s so hot,” she complained.
“No, no!” Yuri exclaimed in a panic. “You don’t need to do that.” He grabbed her shirt for her and firmly pulled it down.
She frowned and tried to hit him but thankfully he stepped out the way quick enough. “You’re trying to get between me and Victor! You want him all to yourself!” she spat, looking at him, annoyed.
Victor immediately intervened. “No, he doesn’t. He’s just a child, Mila, remember? He’s not even presented yet. He’s too young.”
Logic didn’t seem to work, and she tried to hit Yuri again. Victor grabbed her wrists and held her firmly. She was going to hurt herself.
I’m going to have to call someone to come get her. She’s completely delusional. But Victor wasn’t sure who. Another omega, maybe?
“Don’t worry, Mila, I don’t want Yuri,” he said, turning on his charm so she’d stop fighting him. “Why don’t we go somewhere quieter? I’m sure we can find somewhere private.” Yeah, so I can lock you in there because you’re crazy right now. Oh! I can call Yuuri and ask for help!
Mila’s eyes lit up and she nodded so hard that her hair bounced around her face. “Yes, please, alpha. Let’s go somewhere just you and me! I want that big alpha cock of yours!”
In the distance, Yuri gagged.
Victor held his hand out to her. “Come on, I’ll show you a good time,” he said suggestively.
With a gleeful laugh, Mila took his hand and stood. “Yes, please,” she purred, running her hands over Victor’s arm as she tried to cover him in her scent.
Victor grinned, leading her over to the changing rooms. He had the rink keys around his neck, so he’d be able to lock the two of them in there. “Come on, sweetheart,” he told her eagerly, glad that he was the one in charge for once.
Mila followed him and closed the door behind her. “Finally!”
***
It was getting later and later and Yuuri was worried. He considered calling Yuri, but assumed the teenager would have gone home by now. He didn’t have anyone else’s number and Victor wasn’t picking up. He just had one option left.
Yuuri locked up the apartment and then headed down to the rink in a taxi. He was surprised to find the place unlocked, but at least it explained where Victor likely was. He sprinted through the cold but familiar halls until he reached the main arena. He was surprised to note that multiple skaters were still standing around on the ice, but Victor was nowhere to be seen. He hurried to the edge of the rink and leaned over the barrier.
“Yuri!” he called out to the blond.
The blond was with Georgi and the two of them turned, shocked at the new arrival.
“Uhh,” Georgi uselessly said as he looked between the two Yuri’s.
“What are you doing here?” Yuri asked, a little guiltily as he stared at the Japanese omega.
Yuuri sighed and pushed his glasses up his face. “Victor didn’t come home and it’s late. I thought he was still here with you. Have you seen him? I’m worried,” he explained with a frown.
Georgi looked wide eyed for a moment and then said, “Sorry, Yuri, I’m gonna head home.”
The Russian looked like he wanted to murder his friend. “Um, I’m sorry, Yuuri. Victor, uh… I’m sure he doesn’t mean it. It’s not his fault. He is an alpha, after all.” His words were oddly gentle.
The Japanese omega’s heart raced. It wasn’t like Yuri to be so sincere, but his words didn’t seem to make sense. Yuuri worried his bottom lip as he searched around the rink for a sign, any kind of clue about what happened. He found none.
“Yuri, please just tell me what’s going on,” he begged, his voice high-pitched and whiny.
Yuri pulled a face. “Well, it’s Mila, she went into heat while she was out on the ice. Victor managed to get her skates off safely, but…” He broke eye contact with Yuuri.
“But?” Yuuri prompted, his breath coming hard and fast as he started to panic. “He’s not… They’re not…” He couldn’t even finish the thought.
“They disappeared into the changing room and… Victor locked the door,” he admitted in a small voice.
“Oh.” There was nothing more Yuuri could say. His stomach felt heavy and he could swear he was going to throw up. All the blood rushed out of his face, leaving him pale and looking horrified. His knees shook and for a moment, the omega thought he might collapse. His whole world felt empty and hollow.
This is all my fault, he thought. I was the one who wanted to delay the mating bond. I wanted Victor to really be sure and now…
Now, Yuuri’s worst fears had come to life.
The omega stepped backwards until he felt the cool metal bench behind him and he dropped onto it, shoving his face into his hands.
Yuri followed him, looking down sympathetically. “He doesn’t mean it, it’s just biology,” he reminded the older man. “You know how alphas are.”
Yuuri nodded. “Y-yeah, I know,” he managed to whisper. “I shouldn’t be here. I’ll go back home. He won’t want me to be here when they’re… finished.” He gulped and ran a hand through his hair.
Yuri stood awkwardly, and then reached out to pat Yuuri’s shoulder at arm’s length in what was probably an attempt at comfort. “He’s an asshole. Do you want me to kick his ass?” Yuri asked.
“Kick whose ass?” Victor asked, panting slightly as he appeared behind Yuuri.
The omega immediately stood and whirled around. Seeing his alpha flushed and out of breath conjured unwelcome images of just what he had been doing to get into that state. He didn’t even dare to breathe in his scent, afraid of what he might find.
“No one,” Yuuri hurried to cover up with a forced smile. “I was just going to come and walk you home, but if you’re busy, I can get back. Makkachin will be lonely.”
“I’m not busy. I was just about to call you. Jeeze, I just had to climb out a window to get away from Mila. She’s a menace. She’s gone into heat. I don’t know why she didn’t just book the week off if she knew she was due.”
Yuuri’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. “You… You got away from her?” he asked, his heart thundering in his chest. “You two didn’t…” He trailed off, unsure how to ask the question he desperately wanted the answer to.
“Yeah, of course I got away,” Victor explained, looking a tad confused at the question. “It’s not like she can outrun me in that state. I had to jump onto the lockers and climb out the window.” He grabbed the lanyard around his neck. “Locked her in so she’s safe from trouble.”
Yuuri felt like he was really going to faint this time. Every worry and fear he’d imagined in the last five minutes had been cured and he couldn’t begin to describe the relief he felt. Finally, the young omega allowed himself to take a deep breath and he was pleased to find hardly a trace of Mila on Victor’s body. It was just him: the scent of pine, snow, and musk all wrapped into one.
Yuuri couldn’t stop smiling.
“Can you help?” he asked. “I thought since you were an omega you could talk to her and find out how to get her home. We can’t put her in a taxi like this. Maybe her sister?” Victor suggested, taking off the keys and holding them out to Yuuri.
“Y-yeah, of course,” Yuuri agreed as he took the keys. “I’ll make sure she gets home safe.” With a determined nod, the omega hurried toward the changing rooms and let himself inside.
Victor grinned, oblivious that his omega partner thought he’d lost to his own biology.
“Are you dumb? We thought you slept with Mila!” Yuri hissed, hitting the alpha in the arm. Hard. “Apologise, you stupid fuck!” he warned, before marching off. “I’m going home. I’ll just have to leave my stuff here. I’ll be back at one tomorrow.” With that, little Yuri was gone.
Victor stood stunned for a moment. He thought I slept with Mila? He wasn’t surprised. Victor had told Yuuri how Mila had a crush on him for a few months, but that was before Yuuri and Victor were even together. He didn’t need to worry about that now. Mila had only reacted that way because he was an alpha who was nearby, not because she liked Victor specifically.
Why didn’t he say anything? Victor should have realised Yuuri wouldn’t scold him, after all, he was kind, gentle and didn’t enjoy conflict of any sort. But at the same time, Victor wouldn’t have expected Yuuri to give into a different alpha, just as he wouldn’t give into an omega. Didn’t Yuuri trust him? But he’s serious about me… right? Of course Yuuri was serious about him. They were both crazy about each other.
Once Yuuri calmed Mila a little and coaxed her phone from her pocket, he called her sister, who came to pick her up and Yuuri waved them off before heading back inside the rink and locking the door behind him. He sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face, trying to cover up the roller-coaster of emotions he was feeling.
Everything’s fine. You were freaking out over nothing. There’s no need to let Victor know what an idiot you are. Pull yourself together.
With one last deep breath, Yuuri returned to the rinkside and smiled at his alpha, though it was pulled a little too tight. “All done. We should head home. Are you finished for the day now?” he questioned, like everything was normal when inside he was burning.
“I didn’t sleep with Mila. I would never cheat on you. I love you and you’re the only omega I want for the rest of my life,” Victor blurted out, unable to keep the words to himself.
Yuuri’s expression fell and he stared blankly at Victor for a long moment before everything came flooding to the surface and he burst into tears. “You really didn’t?” he asked, his voice choked as he sobbed. “Yuri told me what happened and that you two were…” He trailed off and let out another sob. He reached up to wipe away his tears as they spilled down his cheeks.
Suddenly, Victor felt guilty. He’d encouraged Mila and tricked her so he could safely remove her from the situation. Yuri and Georgi must have heard him and then misunderstood. I did make it sound like I wanted her.
“I’m so sorry. I made it sound like I wanted her, but it was only so I could lead her to the changing room. I swear I never even considered it for a moment. It might have looked suspicious from the outside.” Victor was so stupid. Of course, Georgi and Yuri were going to think he slept with her when he had purposefully flirted with her to convince her to come with him. It probably wasn’t the best idea, but it had worked.
Yuuri nodded, smiling through his tears. “That makes sense. I shouldn’t have doubted you honestly, it’s just…” Yuuri sighed and ran his hands through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead. “I wouldn’t blame you. After all, you’re an unmated alpha. It’s only natural that you might respond that way. It’s not like I can blame you. Besides, Mila’s gorgeous.”
Victor pouted and stepped close to Yuuri, reaching for his hands to comfort him. “Baby, I don’t want Mila. Plus, I’m hardly unmated, I have you,” he replied. “I know we’re not official, but… you’re still my omega.”
Yuuri couldn’t help it. He flushed bright red at the words and ducked his head down, unable to meet Victor’s eyes. “It’s basic biology though,” he protested in a weak and quiet voice. “Without a bite, you’ll still respond to omega pheromones. You can’t help yourself.”
Victor tilted his head slightly. “I don’t think I will,” he admitted. “All I could think about was that she wasn’t you. She didn’t smell anything like you, even in heat it was like… wrong. It smelt all bad. I just wanted to come home and… fuck you instead.”
Heat coursed through Yuuri’s body. He couldn’t help it. He loved when Victor talked to him like that. He loved hearing how the other man felt about him, what he wanted to do to him, but they were still in public, so Yuuri looked over his shoulder. He wasn’t sure if there was anyone else left. Did Georgi go home already?
“Vitya, you shouldn’t talk like that here,” he scolded half-heartedly. “Anyone could hear you.”
Victor grinned as he smelled Yuuri’s interest and it made him smirk. “No one’s here, silly. It’s just you and me. We can do whatever we want and no one would ever know,” he said suggestively. He stepped closer, looking into Yuuri’s eyes as he leaned in, his mouth hovering inches from the Japanese omega. He smells so good, Victor thought as he took a deep breath, and then he licked his lips, his mouth flooding with saliva since he knew Yuuri tasted just as good as he smelled.
The young omega fell back into the wall of the rink’s edge behind him and gasped. He really wanted this. He really wanted to kiss Victor and fuck him and stake his claim. After the threat of Mila, Yuuri was desperate to remind himself that Victor belonged to him and only him.
But that wasn’t what a good omega would do and Yuuri wanted to be the best omega for Victor. He shouldn’t be so slutty and let the alpha seduce him right here, where they practise every day, where they see their friends every day.
But God, was it tempting.
“Victor, we shouldn’t,” Yuuri whispered against the other man’s lips.
The alpha was already closing the remaining space between them and kissing his omega deeply. He immediately let out a soft moan. Yuuri’s lips were soft and sweet and exactly what he wanted.
“Come on, no one will know,” he muttered, ever the bad influence as his hands found Yuuri’s coat zip and opened it, before finding their way under Yuuri’s jumper and onto bare skin. “Don’t you want to please your alpha? I know you’re a good boy. Can you be good for me, Yuuri?”
Every word that fell from Victor’s lips felt sinful against Yuuri’s skin and he shuddered. He wanted that. He wanted to be good for Victor. He wanted to prove that he deserved this alpha more than anyone else in the world. That he was the only man who could satisfy Victor Nikiforov. And yet, he was afraid to show the man the true nature of his desire: the possessiveness, the obsession, the sheer lengths Yuuri would go to to please him.
“V-Victor,” was the last thing he uttered before his omega took control. He wrapped his arms around Victor’s neck and pulled him down into a lustful kiss. His tongue swept across the warm cavern of Victor’s mouth and he moaned, loud and unrestrained. He was so horny for this alpha.
Victor grinned as Yuuri suddenly melted into him, eagerly plastering himself to the alpha and showing him how desperate he was. Victor couldn’t stop it. He kissed Yuuri back, his hands sweeping down to cup Yuuri’s ass and pulling the two of them flush together. He squeezed at his plump ass, growing hard at the prospect of what was happening, and then only more as his cock ground against Yuuri’s. He could feel the hard line of his little omega cock and it made Victor hot all over.
Yuuri’s hands were everywhere. He couldn’t get enough of the alpha and he could feel himself growing hot and desperate. He really wanted to hold himself back. He really didn’t want Victor to know just how much of a slut he could be for Victor if only the alpha only asked. But in the end, Yuuri couldn’t help himself. He never could when it came to Victor.
The omega gripped at Victor like a lifeline as he wrapped one leg around the other man, pulling him closer. His hands roamed down the long expanse of Victor’s back through his shirt, feeling every single muscle and sinew. He was desperate to feel skin. He needed it.
“P-please, alpha,” Yuuri whined in a needy and breathy voice. “I need you.”
Victor pulled away slightly to get Yuuri’s coat off, and without wasting a second, he pulled them back together, this time his hands sneaking down the back of Yuuri’s tracksuit bottoms to get to his naked ass. He palmed it, rubbing over it obsessively until his fingers touched wetness.
The alpha pulled away in surprise, looking at the omega lustfully. “Are you all wet for me already? Baby, you must be gagging for it.”
The younger man flushed bright red, but his ass leaked more slick as his arousal grew stronger. He couldn’t think of an excuse or anything to say to change the subject. Instead, he looked up at Victor with his large, brown eyes and hoped the other man wouldn’t think he was a slut… or if he did, that he didn’t mind it…
“S-sorry,” he finally managed to squeak, looking down at their feet.
Victor grinned fondly. “Don’t be sorry, I like it,” the alpha said as he started to intimately scent him. He gently traced a finger down Yuuri’s slick crack until he reached his hole. He teased him and he began kissing down Yuuri’s neck. “Katsuki Yuuri, all alone with me, all wet and hard. I wonder what I should do first?”
The young omega whimpered - honest to god, whimpered - as Victor’s curious finger probed against his tight and wet asshole. His breath came hard and fast as he leaned into Victor’s chest and gripped his shirt tight. His face was flushed, his eyes were closed and his eyelashes were fanned out across his cheeks. He desperately wanted to push the alpha away, to act like a good, innocent omega like he’d seen in the movies, but deep down, Yuuri wasn’t like that. He knew he was more perverted than anyone knew and around Victor, he just couldn’t hold back.
“Please, my alpha, finger my asshole,” he begged.
The alpha groaned as he obeyed, pushing a finger into the tight, wet heat he found there. “You’re all worked up for me already,” he said, amazed.
Victor was pinning Yuuri against the wall as he started to finger him, impossibly turned on at the depraved things he was doing to the omega in the place they usually trained with their friends. “Fuck, you feel so tight and wet. You’re such a perfect omega for me and you’re all mine.”
A high-pitched moan escaped Yuuri’s mouth and he dropped his head against Victor’s shoulder as pleasure overwhelmed him. Feeling Victor’s finger press inside him made the heat coursing through his body turn up a notch and he could feel sweat beginning to pool in his lower back. His knees grew weak, but he didn’t want to stop. He wanted more.
“Victor, you feel so good inside me,” he whispered against the alpha’s ear. “I wish it was your cock. It’s been so long since I felt your knot inside me…” The omega was losing control as he inhaled the thick scent of his alpha. He kissed across his scent gland through his shirt and then up his neck until he reached his ear and nibbled on it.
Victor was panting heavily as arousal twisting inside him. Yuuri’s words were laying hot and heavy on him, making his cock throb and ache where it was trapped in his thick skating pants.
“God, I want you so bad,” he admitted with a breathy whine. He couldn’t help it. He had no control over the alpha inside him. With his free hand, he reached for Yuuri’s bottoms and dragged them down at the front so he could get to his cock. He dropped to his knees, fully intending to make his omega come down his throat while he fingered him open.
As soon as Yuuri’s cock was free, the omega let out a cry of delight. His stiff cock was pointing toward Victor’s face and the alpha’s intention was clear, but he felt conflicted. “Alpha, I want to suck your cock,” he protested. “Your cock should be inside me.” Yet, the omega was practically shivering as Victor’s mouth moved closer to his small dick.
Victor only smiled. “Patience, darling, it’s only fair I get to taste you. You’re mine. I get to do what I want with you,” he reminded him, because although Yuuri didn’t have a bite on his neck, Victor wasn’t shy about ensuring the omega knew who was in charge and exactly who Yuuri belonged to.
He reached for Yuuri’s dick, locking eyes with him as he started to suck on the head. His other hand went between his thighs, two fingers pressing inside his eager body.
Yuuri lifted a hand to his mouth and tried to stifle his moans. Victor’s lips wrapped around his cock and his tongue was sinful as it stroked and licked him. The omega could feel pleasure blooming in his stomach, and his knees gave out. He had to lean against the wall behind him to stop himself from falling.
“A-alpha, it’s too good. I can’t… You’re gonna make me come,” he groaned, breathing hard as he leaked pre-come steadily into Victor’s mouth.
The alpha started fucking him with his fingers, wanting to taste Yuuri’s come. Bringing the omega pleasure was always at the top of Victor’s list of priorities, and making him moan and pant and cry from pleasure was the best kind of game. He sucked and licked Yuuri’s cock eagerly, his fingers pressing into his hole, deep and precise, on a mission to make the omega lose every last ounce of control.
Within seconds of Victor stroking his prostate, Yuuri was coming. His thick, creamy come spilled onto the alpha’s tongue while his ass clenched around Victor’s fingers. He screamed in pleasure and his eyes shut tight. His whole body felt like it was floating, but he wasn’t satisfied yet. Yuuri wouldn’t be happy until he made Victor feel the same way.
“A-alpha, I want you… Let me make you feel good, too. I want you to use my body to get yourself off…”
Victor was busy licking his lips, satisfied and eager. He stood and then kissed Yuuri again. “Let me fuck you,” he told him, his hands gripping Yuuri’s wrists and turn leading him over to the stands and to one of the seats. He sat down and then grinned up at Yuuri as he pulled his cock out, jerking the thick swollen length. “Sit on it?” he asked, though it sounded more like a demand.
Yuuri’s mouth fell open and his throat grew dry. He wanted it so badly. Victor’s cock looked thick and long, the head flushed, and Yuuri licked his lips as he looked at it.
“Yeah, yes please,” he rushed to say as pushed his clothes down his thighs.
The two of them remained dressed with their cocks exposed and Yuuri’s ass on display for Victor. Yuuri turned away from Victor with a gulp and then sat on his alpha’s lap. His ass grazed against Victor’s thick, hard cock and he moaned before grinding against it. His head fell back in pleasure as he pressed his back against Victor’s chest.
Victor grabbed Yuuri, scenting his neck from behind and nipping at his sensitive neck glands. His hands were all over him, sneaking up his shirt to cup the omega’s small tits and play with his nipples.
Yuuri couldn’t resist arching into Victor’s touch. He loved it when the alpha played with his tits. “Please, Victor, talk dirty to me,” he whispered, his face flaming red in shame.
Yuuri’s nipples were rock hard under his touch and Victor knew how desperate he must be to let Victor do such disgusting things to him in such a public place. It only made him more desperate to see how far the omega would go.
“Fuck, you’re a little slut for me today,” Victor replied with a moan. “You’re making me so fucking hard, I can’t wait to fill up your tight little hole. I’m gonna pump you full of my come. I bet you’ll love that.”
Yuuri moaned and nodded, his whole body heating up at the words. He didn’t know why it turned him on to hear Victor talk like that, but it did, and he wanted more. “I want your come so bad, alpha. It’s been so long since I’ve felt your knot inside me. I think I’m going to go crazy. Don’t you want to push inside my tight little hole?” As he spoke, Yuuri rubbed the crack of his ass along Victor’s shaft, leaking slick all along his big cock.
Victor liked to think he had self-control, but there was only so much he could take. He gripped his cock, one hand steady on Yuuri’s hip. “I don’t think I can wait. You’re so fucking hot.” He pressed the fat head against Yuuri’s slick hole and prayed it would slip inside, but he was so fucking tight, even with Victor fingering him.
As soon as Victor’s cock slipped past his rim, Yuuri cried out in ecstasy. His pheromones flooded the air surrounding them and he pushed down, eager to take more of Victor’s cock even as his ass protested.
“I need more. Victor, wreck my ass, please,” he begged as he wiggled and tried to push further down Victor’s big cock. Slick was leaking from his asshole and drenching the alpha’s cock and balls. It was obscene and Yuuri loved it.
Victor bit his bottom lip as he pushed inside, rocking his hips upwards in an attempt to bury himself as deep as he could inside Yuuri’s ass. Within a couple of hard thrusts, he was flush against Yuuri’s ass. “Ride it,” he commanded in a wrecked voice.
Yuuri began to purr as his head fell back and his ass moved. His hands reached under his shirt and pressed against Victor’s own, encouraging him to play with the omega’s nipples as he rode his cock.
Sweat covered Yuuri’s back, his clothes annoying and in the way as he moaned loudly as he took Victor’s cock to the root. He couldn’t resist swirling his hips, seeking out his prostate and using Victor’s cock as his own personal fuck toy.
“Please… alpha…” he whined.
Victor moaned and felt like his breath was being stolen as Yuuri’s tight wet hole gripped at him, massaging his hot, sensitive cock over and over. “Yuuri,” he moaned, thrusting his hips up slightly to meet Yuuri’s greedy movements. “It feels so amazing. Baby, your body is just perfect for me.” He loved being this close to him, inside of him, and the two connected so intimately.
Every time Yuuri dropped into Victor’s lap, he was overcome with pleasure. His entire body was practically vibrating as Victor’s cock grazed against his prostate. His ass was leaking so much slick that it coated the alpha’s dick and every thrust was accompanied by squelching. It was dirty and wonderful and Yuuri was in heaven. Victor’s underwear and leggings were going to be soaked.
“I was made to be your perfect little slut, alpha,” Yuuri told him in between moans. “I exist just to please you.”
Victor groaned. “One of these days I’m going to bite your pretty neck and then everyone will know that you’re mine, the only omega I want,” he gasped out breathlessly.
The promise made Yuuri shiver and his ass clenched tight around Victor’s dick. “Yes, please, I want that so bad. I want you to claim me and mark me up so everybody knows exactly who I belong to.”
The promise was enough to have Victor trembling with need. He grabbed Yuuri’s hips tightly, holding him in place so he could thrust up into his dripping wet hole over and over. “Yes, gonna claim you, so you’ll never doubt me again. You’re mine. All mine.”
Yuuri was bouncing as Victor fucked him hard, his glasses falling down his nose as his mouth opened in delight. Praise and moans spilled from his lips as his cock spurted with pre-come. He was certain he was going to come again with the torturous way Victor was fucking him. It didn’t help that Yuuri was looking out over the rink in front of them, the dark, huge empty space reminding him of where they were and how naughty it was. The thought alone made him groan.
“Please, alpha, I’m so close,” Yuuri whispered as his hands clenched the arms of the seat. “Knot your dirty little slut, alpha. Prove to everybody who I belong to.”
Victor moaned. The sound of Yuuri’s cries echoing out around him, paired with his eager begging, became too much. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he gasped out in a rugged warning as he fucked Yuuri harder and faster, racing towards his orgasm. He could feel the familiar sensation of his balls tightening, pleasure radiating from his cock as it started to swell. “I’m gonna knot you.”
“Please,” was all Yuuri could gasp at as his body shuddered and finally, he spurted come all over the floor in front of them. His body felt heavy and limp, but he kept riding Victor’s cock, desperate to get the alpha off and prove he was worthy of being with Victor Nikiforov.
“T-tell me you love me and no one else. Tell me I’m the only omega for you,” he pleaded in between pants.
“Yuuri, I love you,” Victor managed to gasp out a second before his knot finally popped and he tipped over the edge, his orgasm hitting him at full force as his knot stretched Yuuri’s asshole to the limit, plugging in every drop of the thick hot come that suddenly filled the omega. The alpha rested his head against Yuuri’s shoulder, moaning out his pleasure as his body was assaulted with a hundred sensations. “You, it’s always been you,” he admitted, his voice deep and wrecked.
Finally satisfied, Yuuri relaxed back into the alpha’s embrace and tilted his head back against Victor’s. He couldn’t stop smiling even though his legs were aching and his ass was sore and thoroughly used. But still, he was here with Victor and he was blissfully happy.
“I love you, my alpha,” he whispered as he turned his head to place a chaste kiss against Victor’s lips.
“I love you too,” Victor replied, waiting for his beating heart to calm. Locked together like this, things felt perfect. “Did you mean it?” he asked after a few moments, as what they had said and done in their haze of lust caught up with him.
Yuuri was still enjoying the fuzzy haze of his orgasm when Victor’s words snapped him out of it. “Mean what?” he questioned with furrowed brows.
“That you’ll let me bite you,” he replied, rubbing his face against Yuuri’s neck gland as he inhaled. “You’d look so pretty all marked up with my bite… ”
Yuuri’s face flamed red and his body shuddered, reacting on instinct. “Y-yeah, of course,” the omega whispered, feeling shy all of a sudden. “I mean, you want to be my alpha, don’t you?”
Victor grinned, pressing a kiss to the side of his flushed face. “Of course I do. I just wanted to respect your wishes. I never want you to feel like you have to let me bite you, but… I want it, I want you more than anything.” He hugged him, squeezing him lightly and then gasping as Yuuri shifted slightly, tugging where they were tied together. “I mean, not now, obviously, but soon?” he asked.
“Soon,” Yuuri promised, with another small kiss to Victor’s face.
***
It was a week later that Mila arrived back at the rink, a little embarrassed about how she had acted. They greeted her with nothing but smiles, though, as they’d all been through awkward heats and it was just one of those things that happened.
“Welcome back,” Victor said, beaming at her. It wasn’t the same rehearsing without her. It was too quiet.
“Yes, I hope your heat went well,” Yuuri greeted her, giving her a kind smile.
“It did. Thank you for your help. I wanted to apologise though, I said some pretty embarrassing things, and I knew you’re not officially mated but—”
She paused, looking between Yuuri and Victor as she finally noticed. “Oh, my god! You are! You’re finally mated!” she squealed. “Congratulations!”
Yuuri and Victor grinned, grabbing each other’s hands, wanting to touch yet again now they were official. They could still hardly believe it. Yuuri tilted his neck, proudly showing off his new mark and then, without caring who was watching, he leaned up to kiss Victor. His alpha.
He’d never been so happy.