2 Works by wclfwoman in Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
“Happy Birthday, Yura.” And then J.J. is pressing his mouth to Yuri’s, one of those large calloused hands coming to weave through the hairs at the back of Yuri’s head, pulling the Russian into him. Yuri steadies himself with his palms on J.J.’s chest. The muscles twitch under his touch. He lets out a laugh through his nose. His lips are pliant beneath J.J.’s.
Yuri had not expected this. This gentleness. When he thought of J.J.— with gasping breaths as he woke from dreams, late at night in the steam of his bathroom after training, when the setting sun lit his room with golds and reds, Yuri had imagined a demand in J.J.’s touch. A roughness. But this? It makes Yuri moan.
- Part 2 of pliroy one-shots
He could just be himself. That tends to rile Jean-Jacques up— Yuri would let the other skater take his frustrations out on him. The sight of his sleeves straining around his biceps as the Canadien crosses his arm over his chest could make a man drool. Yuri almost wipes his mouth to make sure he isn’t.
“I heard she dumped you.” Yuri says, an eyebrow raising as he speaks. Jean-Jacques’ eyes darken. Yuri’s heart races at the sight.
- Part 1 of pliroy one-shots